The reason why I was able to turn another confidant into a living dead is because I control the curse poison of the living dead. In modern times, the official name of this curse poison is "Chaha Virus". The "torture tool" I mentioned before actually refers to this curse poison.

In order to explain clearly the origin of the catastrophe virus in my hand, we must first explain two seemingly unrelated things:

The first thing is that I was unable to kill the faceless shadow at the beginning.

At that time, she successfully escaped from my hands with the help of the evidence of differentiation, the living dead sign, and the Turin doctor Su Shengling Medicine. Afterwards, I dug three feet to the ground but couldn't find her body. Although I thought she had basically no chance of survival at that time, I still couldn't believe that this tricky woman was really dead.

Perhaps I thought about it day and night dreams. After the faceless incident ended, I actually saw her in my dream. This incident prompted me to further strengthen the idea of ​​"to live to see people, to die to see corpses."

The second thing is that I saw the living dead in a nightmare in a small town.

That was the first time I had seen a real living dead in my life, which was completely different from the experience of understanding through books. There were such miserable souls in this world. I heard that in some corners of the alliance, such as valleys, caves, deep forests, etc., there were still many living dead people. They started hundreds of years ago and suffered all the way to this day, but still could not be liberated. If no one else tried to liberate their souls, then they would probably be tortured until the end of the universe.

I don't know if there is a more cruel punishment in this world, and if it is applied to torture, who can be firmly awakened under such horror? At least I can't do it. Unless it is a madman like a withered believer, or a fool who cannot understand the long-term universe, I can't imagine how firm a person he can even face this.

So, after the end of the Anxu Town incident, I found the corpse violently in reality based on the principle of death.

His cause of death was "killed by extremely high concentrations of catastrophe viruses in a dream." Based on the nature of the catastrophe virus, his body in reality was completely destroyed by catastrophe viruses, and his flesh and blood were filled with virus factors. Out of caution, the Public Security Bureau carefully stored his body after finding his body, and then invited Zoroastrian professionals to purify it. And I came to the door quietly before the body was purified.

At first I just came to confirm the body, but when I thought that the catastrophe virus might come in handy in the future, I took away a small amount of poisonous blood, then left, and then strictly sealed the poisonous blood in a place that only I knew.

If this thing never comes in handy, then I might destroy it one day. After all, it was an extremely dangerous item. Although with the order of modern society, even if the catastrophe virus really infected anyone in the city, it would not be possible to make a few splashes, and the harm may not be as good as an automatic weapon that fell into the hands of a bad person. But holding this thing in my hand can't sleep well. Until today, I finally took it out and used it. I think I should have used it without using it.

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After I walked out of the room where I was detaining my confidant, Naoto Inoue stood at the door and asked me: "Is that a catastrophe virus?"

"Yes." I admit it.

"Where did you get it?" He stared at me tightly, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course." I said.

The living dead people wandering all over the mountains and fields during the Hell Catastrophe era symbolized the end of human beings living in hell. Such extremely cruel scenery left an extremely heavy psychological shadow for the survivors who were surviving at that time. This shadow is rooted in history and culture and continues to the modern era. For the residents of this world, the living dead are not just monsters that "cannibalism, contagious viruses, and look particularly terrifying", but are also closely linked to the endless painful history. This is also the reason why I didn't use this trick from the beginning.

I explained to him the need for him to do this. Although he could not refute, he still couldn't accept it and could only reluctantly put the conflict. If he hadn't been able to beat me, he would probably not have done so. He took a long breath, vomited out, and then changed the topic, "Are you saying true before?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know astronomy, but can the living dead really survive for countless years?" he asked. "Didn't it mean that the universe at that time did not even exist in matter, and all the black holes evaporated?"

"Even if you ask this, I can't prove it. After all, people nowadays have not even really observed black holes." I said, "I can only say that with the current means of human beings, only the spiritual energy of the living dead can be eliminated. I heard that some scientists have even conducted experiments in the laboratory using super-tip equipment to transform the cut extremely tiny living dead flesh and blood tissue from matter to energy, and then let the psychics view the results. The result is that the souls in the organization still exist in some way. There is no elimination, no liberation, no death."

"It's actually like this..." He fell silent.

After a while, he sighed, looked at the door next to him and asked, "You just let him be alone?"

"This is better." I said. I remember that a writer who seemed to be named Joseph Conrad in his previous life once advocated that real fear is the fear that people have for their imagination. This is the reason why I let my confidant stay with the living head and the repeated videos. I don't need to question him on the head and videos, he will use his imagination to question himself.

I said to Naoto Inoue again, "You stay here first. You have learned a lesson this time. Even if he wants to commit suicide by taking poison, you can detect it in advance, right?"

"Yes." He nodded.

I turned around and walked to the lawn in the backyard of the villa, and took the time to practice boxing for a while.

I haven't practiced boxing seriously for a long time. It's not because of slackness, but because at my current level, this kind of ordinary exercise has no longer helped much. In the words of pretentiousness, it is "walking, standing, sitting, lying down and practicing." But in recent days, I have to adjust my attitude well. Because the unpretentious murderer will come again, I have to be more tense than before. I have meditated in my mind repeatedly to fight it, imagining what angle it will attack from next time and how I will fight back.

This kind of meditation is just a random thought for ordinary martial artists. But if the level reaches a certain level, meditation will become extremely realistic, as if it is in a real confrontation with its opponent in the spiritual world. Unconsciously, I feel as if I have gained a lot of real experience.

It’s still not to be taken lightly, I think. Meditation is just "technology" rather than "spell". It cannot simulate the strengths of opponents that I don’t know in my mind. Although its martial arts are completely consistent with me, who knows whether it can still display new abilities such as "unlimited battery life", "speed regeneration", and "shadow transfer".

After a while, I returned to the room just now. In order to prevent Naoto Inoue from helping him out, I asked him to stand outside the door.

The confidant was still tied firmly to the chair. He raised his face and looked at me tiredly. His eyes were covered with blood and his face was unprecedentedly haggard. This man who could still remain firm in the previous high-intensity torture finally showed a vulnerable expression.

"Have you thought about it?" I asked.

He looked struggling, "I..."

I picked up the head on the ground. The head was still struggling and trying to bite me. I threw it on the table next to me and walked to my confidant.

His body shrank. Then, he asked, "If I do everything you said, can you spare my life?"

"No." I said.

He suddenly fell silent, and then gradually showed a tragic smile, "This is a dream, yes... I must be dreaming... Woo..." After that, he actually started to cry.

I walked behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. His body was touched by me and trembled reflexibly, and the whimper stopped.

"But as long as you surrender, I can let you die." I said, "You, the partner who only has the head, can also die well. Instead of being crushed and ashes, sprinkled into the sea by me. I am thinking about you. You must know that once things evolve, you really have no chance of salvation."

He was silent.

I leaned down, leaned into his ears, and said, "You have not betrayed your partner. You have to surrender to me just to save your partner from water and fire, and have to provide me with information. You don't actually care about eternal pain, but you can't stand your partner suffering with you. Am I right?"

He lowered his head, was silent for a while, and finally spoke in a low voice, "Yes..."

"So, your answer?" I asked.

"As long as I can answer..." he said terribly, "I will answer."

"very good."

I walked up to him and put on my right hand that could release psychic flames. Then, in front of him, I grabbed his partner's head with the gloves I snatched from him and activated the psychic flames.

The head struggled violently and painfully in the flames, but in just a moment, the head was completely burned and stopped moving. This meant that the curse on boarding was completely destroyed by the psychic flames. I threw this coke-like head into the corner of the room.
Chapter completed!