Dimensional Chat Room

Chapter 569 Stake and Elephant

The cold air was filled with the smell of unknown medicine, and the liquid in the large petri dish bubbled upward.

Under the bright cold light, Baowei Zhuoren saw a pair of vertical pupils, like snakes, cruel and ruthless.

The owner with those eyes looked over slightly surprised.

"This is?"

Orochimaru said hoarsely.

The layout here made Baowei Zhuoren think of something, and he felt a shiver that made his blood freeze.

"I think your research will definitely not be satisfied with dead people."

Ye You casually threw Baowei Zhuoren onto the cold floor, and took out a few pills from the chat room.

"It's better to keep the living materials fresh. These can help him live longer."

"oh?"

Orochimaru raised his eyes and stared at Ye You carefully.

Then the corners of Orochimaru's mouth gradually rose, feeling the pleasure of finding a soulmate.

"Thank you very much."

This time Orochimaru accepted Ye You's gift very calmly.

The previous microscope made Orochimaru feel full of vigilance and expectation. In Orochimaru's opinion, this living material is a certificate of surrender.

Orochimaru looked deeply at Ye You,

I just want to know more, I just want to see the splendor of the truth.

But the road of exploration cannot be smooth sailing. It may be more cruel than war. Maybe the road of exploration is also paved with flesh and blood.

Alienated, feared, isolated.

Not even my two companions could know what I was thinking.

Maybe I don’t know him well enough, having only met twice;

Maybe it's just my own wishful thinking, I really want to find like-minded companions,

but,

Maybe...it's not like there aren't people in this world who can understand me.

Yes, truth seekers are attracted to each other.

The light in his eyes was unmistakable to me.

"Well, that's it, I'll leave first."

"Ah-ah! Please...wait!"

Howaki Takuto knelt on the ground. He seemed to understand what was going to happen next, because he had done the same thing before. His face was distorted with fear, and tears and snot flowed from his nose.

He was howling loudly from behind, and the cry seemed to be squeezed out from the heart, making Ye You's footsteps slightly stagnant.

But in an instant, he stepped out firmly again.

No matter what you do, as long as it is your own choice.

Ye You will never look back.

Evil or good, it doesn't matter.

This is just other people's evaluation criteria. Everyone has their own position and reaches different conclusions, but Ye You only wants to have a clear conscience in everything he does.

Returning to the military shooting training range in District 3, where four "cursed children" were still imprisoned, Ye You became even more silent when he saw torn cloth and blood-stained shoes in the garbage dump.

He took Xia Shi and others back to the outer area.

Silent all the way, Ye You just clenched his fists gently.

There seemed to be something burning in my heart.

The cursed children all live in the sewers, and winter is coming soon. The industrial waste hot water discharged from the nuclear power plant can help them survive the cold winter.

Ye You sat on a rough wooden board. There were more than a dozen children here. They looked secretly to this side, wanting to approach, but with fear, they just hid aside and observed.

At this moment, Ye You was connected to the world's Internet in the chat room. As long as he logged in to the website, he could easily see information about the gastrea virus.

A few minutes after the gastrea virus was administered to the white mice used in the experiment, they transformed into terrifying alien shapes and screamed like a newborn baby.

Creepy.

Videos like this can be found everywhere.

Not only the Internet, but also most TV channels are rebroadcasting these contents repeatedly.

It seems to be a constant reminder to people - "Existences carrying the gastrea virus may transform into monsters at any time."

Continuously deepen the memory,

Constantly emphasizing fear,

Continuous accumulation of pressure,

Continuous memories of bloodshed.

Relatives were devoured by gasterozoans, and my lover was injected with a virus by gastelozoa and turned into a stranger before my eyes. My son was left with only a bloody arm...

These cruel memory fragments are constantly triggered by external media.

The wounds are not healed, but salt is constantly being thrown at them.

And then... take it all out on the Cursed Child.

Ye You secretly took a deep breath,

"Aozora: Yui, can you find the source of these videos?"

"YUI: Well, I'm working hard, dad."

"YUI: Found it. The source video was leaked from British radio and American television."

These Western journalists are really so hateful in every world.

"Aozora: So who mainly controls the media in Tokyo?"

"YUI: Britain and the United States account for 60%, the Tendo family accounts for 30%, and the rest are scattered."

"Aozora: Could you please check who was the one who aired the "Gastrea Virus" detailed explanation program during prime time?"

"YUI: Well, the capital behind these media outlets all belongs to the Tendo family."

"Aozora: Thank you."

In the modern information society, media publicity is an extremely important part of building momentum.

Most people do not have that much time and energy to judge the authenticity of information, especially when they are already brewing a certain emotion, which can ignite at the slightest touch or explode at the slightest touch.

When populism is rampant, it is very easy for politicians to exploit it.

The Holy Emperor, who is not even aware of this, or is unable to change, wants to promote the reform of the new law, which is tantamount to wishful thinking.

And the most stupid thing about the Holy Emperor is...

"Ye You, Ye You!"

When Xia Shi saw Ye You who had been staring blankly into the void, he couldn't help but gently pulled his arm and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Is your injury still healed?"

"Ah, it's okay."

Ye You sat up straight, smiled and rubbed Xia Shi's head.

"I gave the bread to everyone, and they were very happy." Xia Shi said, raising his head.

Ye You looked around. The little girls were huddled in the corner, gnawing bread like hamsters. When Ye You's eyes swept over, some timidly avoided them, but some of them faced Ye You's eyes and responded with innocent smiles. brat.

"Xia Shi, let me tell you a story." Ye You said.

"story?"

"Well, elephants and stakes."

Ye You looked at the children here. Each of them had strength far beyond ordinary people, but they never dared to resist those weaker than themselves.

Ye You slowly put his hands on his thighs and said softly:

“Elephants can effortlessly lift huge tent poles and hold up huge canvases.

But after the circus performance ended, he was obediently tied to the spot by a small wooden stake.

So someone asked, ‘Why doesn’t the elephant, with such great strength, pull out the stake and gain freedom? ’

The elephant's trainer said that when the elephant was young, it was chained to a firmly fixed iron pillar. Every day, the baby elephant desperately tries to break free from its chains and escape, but every attempt ends in failure.

Finally, the little elephant came to the conclusion that no matter how hard he tried, the chain would be unbreakable and the iron pillar would not waver.

So, the little elephant gave up his efforts and never tried again.

Day after day, this habit is gradually consolidated, until the baby elephant grows into an elephant. It still habitually believes that it can never move the stake that is tied to it, no matter whether the stake is really strong and firm. "

Xia Shi tilted his head and looked at Ye You with some confusion.

She seemed to understand that Ye You didn't want to tell her a story, but she couldn't understand the deeper meaning, and she vaguely understood something.

"Well...why are you telling me this."

Ye You smiled at her and asked, "Do you want to go to school?"