Real Name God

　　 Richard did not answer immediately, but was silent for a moment.

　　 For the first time, he realized how many people the decision he made would affect how many people. This is why the positions of big shots and ordinary people are different.

　　 For a moment, his expression was slightly gloomy, but he was quickly suppressed by force. Of course, Mr. Supervisor did not notice this.

　　 "This is different from what I got."

　　 Richard spoke slowly.

　　 "I have heard about infectious diseases. In addition, it is said that there have been unidentified cannibals operating at night..."

　　 Mr. Supervisor was taken aback for a moment, then replied with a wry smile.

"That's the previous information. The real body of the cannibal is actually a patient whose illness has reached the advanced stage, but we haven't noticed their threat a few days ago, plus the nocturnal nature hidden in their instinct, so for the time being. Linking the two is just staying at the level of suspicion."

"Later, there were more and more incurable advanced patients, and we naturally noticed the truth. They would become irreversibly irrational monsters. I have witnessed several hapless guys accidentally being seriously ill. After biting it, it gradually became the same...thing as the group of people."

　　 Mr. Director swallowed.

　　 "The speed of the epidemic and the efficiency of patient mutation are amazing, and the intelligence may be delayed for several days before reaching the top. It is normal if you don't know it."

　　 Richard thinks something is weird. He knew that there was an obstruction to the flow of intelligence between the magic tower compartments, but he didn't expect it to be so serious. This can no longer be explained by "indifference".

　　 "Where do we go now, is the gathering place for patients?"

　　 "Yes." Mr. Director nodded, "There are also sane patients who can be called'human'. Now they are all concentrated near a clinic, and the severity ranges from early to mid-stage..."

　　 "No, no need to go there."

　　 Richard said.

　　 "Take me directly to the place where the critically ill patient stays."

　　*

　　 stepped into the epidemic area a few minutes ago. The two wore a special alchemy amulet together.

　　 As far as the eye can see, there are small and simple houses. This is the closest place to the term "slum" on the tower, but during this time, under the arrangement of the "Wizard Life Committee" responsible for the general affairs of the tower (below the seventh floor), it was originally stuffed like a mouse hole. The streets full of residents have become deserted.

　　 The collapsed walls and dilapidated streets add a bit of bleakness to this area, just like a ruined city after being destroyed by war or disaster.

　　 Richard did not come here out of curiosity. He believed that the same person sent by the Hanged Man to join was here. Since the epidemic and the severely ill patients who turned into cannibals are likely to be the so-called "experimental subjects" in the other party's mouth, the person who sent the magic key may appear near the experimental subjects. The reason is……

　　"This epidemic is still in the experimental stage, so according to common sense, someone must be required to check and accept the results? This is a two-shot for them."

　　 Richard is instinctively angry at this kind of wanton playing with life, but he can't do much for the time being.

　　 "The front... is the gathering place for severely ill patients."

　　 Mr. Director's face was pale, his steps were as heavy as lead, and he walked slowly and slowly. The hands and feet were shaking slightly.

　　 Richard glanced at him.

　　 "Tell me the precautions, I can go there alone."

　　 "Really...really?! My Messenger, thank you very much!"

　　 Mr. Supervisor nodded frantically at him. It can be seen that the respect and gratitude shown on his face this time came from the heart.

　　……

　　 "Good job, sir. In zombie movies, too many teammates may not be a good thing."

　　 After the other party trot all the way to leave, the real lady floating beside him said solemnly.

　　 In fact, this is why Richard drove out Mr. Supervisor. In case that guy is infected, it will become a time bomb next to him. Will it be killed or not? He didn't want to see the entangled plot of "hesitating whether to explode his companion's head" that often appeared in zombie works appeared on him.

The pandemic that occurred at the bottom of his view is almost the same as the zombie disaster in SF works—whether it is the characteristics or the way of transmission, so Richard is no stranger to it, after all, for a modern audience , This is an old-fashioned theme that has been played for decades. Don't see too many tricks.

　　... Having said that, Richard was still a little nervous when he really had to face this kind of monster that ran from fiction to reality.

　　 "Relax, sir. Zombie works are the most common novice copy, not very difficult. This is common sense."

　　 What kind of common sense is this?

"Because zombies look like humans, but they are not humans, they can reduce the guilt of killing humans; at the same time, they are a higher threat than humans, but compared to growing superhumans, the threat is limited. Monster, so it’s very suitable as a target."

　　 seems to make sense at first glance.

　　 Richard wiped his palms on his sleeves, wiped off the slippery cold sweat, and took a deep breath.

　　——He has come to the gathering place of "zombies".

　　 This is a building with a pointed top. It looks like it used to be a clinic or a house. Obviously this place has been abandoned for quite a while, the wild grass is everywhere outside the door, and the whole mud wall is covered with creepers. The wooden door tilted slightly to one side, faintly revealing the black hole inside the room. Most of the glass windows were broken, and the dust was covered with a lot of dust. There was an aura of desolation everywhere.

　　 listened carefully. At that moment, Richard seemed to hear the crying of women from the house like weeping, and the wailing of children...

　　 He moved his stiff body, threw the messy thoughts behind his head, opened the wooden door, and stepped into it.

　　*

　　 Behind the wooden door is a long staircase that spreads to the bottomless darkness, with no end in sight. Richard squinted his eyes and waited until his vision adjusted to the dull field of vision before he began to step down unhurriedly.

　　 Leaving the light from the outside behind him, Richard threw away the suitcase and took out the snake stick and a knight sword. The sword was picked from the warehouse of the Rasputin school, and was a "trophie" seized from a Templar knight. After all, the place where he lives is the residence of the wizards, and there is no strong alchemy weapon suitable for knights, but it is more than enough for a knight attendant.

　　 Richard is holding a stick in his left hand and a sword in his right, walking down casually.

　　 He knew that there was no danger around him. Because the magic book in his arms is working-it includes "Eagle Eye Technique", "Clairvoyance", "All-Seeing Eye", "Advanced Magic Trace Detection", "Level Judgment", "Warning Seven kinds of spells, including ring and advanced orbit prediction.

Now he releases a spell called "all-seeing eye", which can create a full 360-degree field of vision while the wizard maintains his spiritual vision, including penetrating walls, improving color resolution and microscopic vision, The range covers a radius of hundreds of meters.

　　 Now, no wind and grass in the dark can avoid Richard’s eyes, including the trail of dust floating in the air. Coupled with the vision ability of the legendary wizard, within the coverage of the All Seeing Eye, it is impossible for him to be attacked. ...Unless the opponent is attacking beyond visual range, or the speed of movement is too fast for him.

　　 It's not zombies that can do it, he thought.

　　 goes underground, originally lingering on the tip of the nose, if there is no **** smell, it becomes more and more intense. In addition, there is the unique decayed smell of blocked places with no air circulation, the damp smell of underground buildings, and the bad smell of living things or flesh and blood...

　　 Finally, his feet felt like they were falling on the ground.

"Arrived."

　　 Richard's line of sight went all the way, and there was still a dark corridor with no head to see. On both sides are cages constructed of iron-clad wooden fences immersed in a sea of ​​gloom and dust.

　　 is stained with blood stains mixed with fresh and old, most of the fences have obvious distortion marks~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It has a tendency to expand outward as if it expands with heat and shrinks with cold.

　　 That is the "wound" left by countless violent impacts from the inside. Half of the iron locks outside the fences have fallen off.

　　——Here is the dungeon that Mr. Superintendent said.

　　 From the cells on both sides, there were countless heavy gasps, and the soft sound of saliva dripping on the concrete.

　　 Richard lowered his eyelids and gently pressed his hand on the hilt.

　　 It seems that no one has come to check for a while. Are they all afraid? If this continues, the "beasts" in the cage will escape, but it is only a matter of time.

　　 They all sniffed and felt the breath of fresh flesh and blood coming here. As a result, bright red eyes appeared in the shadows.

　　 "咚."

　　 "咚咚."

　　 "咚咚咚!"

　　 was a restless growl at first, followed by the sound of something starting to hit the cage from the inside. At the beginning there were two or three sounds, and the sound continued to expand and spread like ripples falling on the surface of a rock, from one end of the dungeon to the other, and finally gathered into a huge wave!

　　 The monsters screamed, screamed, and "banged" repeatedly against the fence in the cage, and the sound was continuous like a speaker magnified dozens of times. Finally, an iron lock was overwhelmed, and fell to the ground with a sound, and the whole wooden door was suddenly hit by the "crowd" coming out of it and tilted more than half.

　　 Teeth and nails stick out from the gap, and the patients stepped on each other’s heads and rushed towards the only living person here——

　　 The young man in the hallway who was always motionless.

　　In that moment, the shining sword light cut through the air, and the remaining traces bloomed in the darkness. The smell of blood, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, filled the dungeon.