In the concentration camp, two invisible hands began their competition. One side was the players carrying props, trying their best to protect the lives of Jewish prisoners in secret; the other side was the Nazi SS who wantonly increased the intensity of oppression. The prisoners were in pieces every day. The total rest time was less than three hours, the punishment was more severe, the supervisors were more cruel, whips and sticks fell endlessly like a torrential rain, and their frequency even made the prison guard who was the perpetrator They all felt exhausted.
As the weakest party, Wen Zheliu didn't want to give up now. It was like giving up to these annoying forces at a critical moment, which made it difficult for him to swallow this breath.
"Don't be brave, baby," He Qin said. "Before Theresa is rescued, the number of these Jews cannot be determined. Don't limit yourself to this number."
Wen Zheliu whispered: "Yes, I know... I know everything. I know what the most important main task is, and I know that it is unwise for everyone to spend all their energy and red and blue medicine on rescuing prisoners. , I know that if the death rate of prisoners continues to decrease, it will lead to a greater backlash... I also know that this is a virtual world, and they are not living people."
The stars and moon were dim, and the ring on He Qin's hand was as motionless as rust, but he still smiled slightly and said warmly: "But."
"But..." Wen Zheliu exhaled in frustration, "But, if this is true history..."
"This is not true history, baby." He Qin lowered his voice, like a doting adult who wanted to hold him in his arms and give him a kiss. Whenever Wen Zheliu's reckless stupidity and naivety surfaced, he felt like his heart was bumped by a fluffy deer, and he felt a burning sensation that he didn't know what to do. Is it really worth upsizing?”
"Of course I know this..." He lengthened his voice depressedly, "But isn't this the role of games? Part of the so-called games and so-called virtual creations is to make up for people's regrets in real life. And what happened..."
He Qin sighed softly: "There is also a part that is used to carry the creator's thoughts, and a larger part is a tool used by businessmen to make money. Of course, you are right, the original intention of the game , is to make people feel happy—that’s the key, do you think the world we are in now can still be considered a game world, strictly speaking?”
Wen Zheliu hesitated.
"It's important to learn to do what you can," He Qin said.
Wen Zheliu suddenly asked: "So, acting within your ability and following your heart, are they two contradictory things?"
He Qin smiled: "Most of the time, they are. But it still depends on how you measure their weight in your heart."
"I want to save them, I really want to." Wen Zheliu was not wearing a military cap. He grabbed his hair tangledly and rubbed it anxiously. "If I were a prisoner here, I would have no hometown and no Home, there is only senseless death and pain in front of me, and I very, very much hope that someone can save me from here. However, I think I should discuss it with everyone... "
At this moment, Gu Xi suddenly opened the all-member channel.
"I've made it! Not just the slow-release potion, but the antidote! I've made the antidote!"
Hearing Zhe suddenly paused: "What?"
The lights in the channel flickered on, and Xie Yuanyuan shouted: "Wow! Really?!"
"Huh huh huh," Gu Xi smiled proudly, "Purify it a little, add some ingredients, Qiang Qiang! The antidote that can perfectly dissolve mermaid blood is made! But the effect is not very obvious yet, I don't know what to do with it. Are there any side effects on the human body?”
Chi Qingliu followed closely and quickly boasted: "Xiaoxi is awesome! He's awesome! Hey, it's good to be alive. No matter what the side effects are, let's give it to those prisoners to drink now? List of those who have been to the laboratory I have all of this.”
Wen Zheliu calmed down and said, "Don't worry. If the prisoners don't show signs of being contaminated by blood on time, the doctor will become suspicious and wait until two days later before giving them a drink."
"Okay," Gu Xi exclaimed, seeming to stretch his waist, "Is my mission completed? I've been very tired these past few days..."
"Thank you for your hard work!" Wen Zheliu said with a smile, "And Du Zijun, it was also hard work drawing blood!"
Du Zijun snorted vaguely from his nose and said nothing.
"Let's allocate the antidote. It's best if everyone has it," He Qin said. "I'll be waiting for good news from you all the day after tomorrow."
Qin Ying's voice was cold: "One more thing, should we let the prisoners go properly? The SS's methods are becoming more and more harsh. Marcel is already often stationed in the barracks on the ground. If we intervene forcibly, it will be easy to expose him. .”
Chi Qingliu thought for a moment: "What do you think?"
"Let it go for now," Qin Ying said. "At the last moment, we can't make any more mistakes."
Not only did Wen Zheliu bite her lip, but Du Zijun also stopped talking.
He should have agreed with Jiang Shanxiao. Even if Qin Ying didn't say anything, what did the life and death of the virtual life have to do with him? But those Jewish women exchanged a gold wedding ring for his promise, and he said to them: You will get corresponding rewards.
"—A man's promise should be something that is higher than mountains and seas, right?" Wen Zheliu sighed softly, but the weight of his words was not clear at all.
Du Zijun laughed lowly and replied: "A clear conscience is more important than anything else?"
"In short, don't force yourself." He Qin said, "No matter what the result is, as long as it's worthy of your choice, that's enough."
"But of course I want to save them all," Xie Yuanyuan said carefree, "I will help people until the end. There are only a few days left anyway, so we can't fall short in the end!"
Chi Qingliu hesitated: "So, what are your plans..."
"Eight Immortals are crossing the sea, let each of them show their magical powers." Wen Zheliu also figured it out, "Don't force everyone to be in unison, just save them if you want. If you think there will be trouble, just lie dormant in secret and wait for the action order in two days. "
Gu Xi didn't speak. Qin Ying was silent for a while and said, "Okay, I understand."
—There are still two days left before the planned counterattack ends.
At midnight on the fifth day, the big stone weighing on everyone's hearts became even heavier. A kind of chilling atmosphere permeated the entire concentration camp. Wen Zheliu only squinted on the bed for a while, and then became distracted. Ning sat up and hurried to the entrance of the laboratory.
"Won't you sleep a little longer?" He Qin asked.
"No." Wen Zheliu hurriedly drank half a tube of stamina potion, "They are testing the strength of the prison to ensure that the Holy Sister will not escape from it or be rescued, and they also want her to grow a new one. Tongue, you have a lot to be busy with.”
His words were not exaggerated at all. Invisible intruders became a worry for the Nazi officers, and the laboratory's protective measures were more than ten times tighter than usual.
"Besides, I haven't seen the twins' whereabouts recently," Wen Zheliu said. "I always feel something is not good. They must be planning something."
"Those two players who acted alone and agreed to surrender..." He Qin muttered, "be careful to guard against them."
"Huh?" Wen Zheliu was stunned as he hurried on, "Do you think they might have been taken in by the twins before?"
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"Just a guess," He Qin said lightly, "Pay attention to the front, there is someone."
Wen Zheliu hurriedly closed his mouth and walked around the corner. A group of armed guards bumped into him. After giving a neat military salute, they resumed patrolling.
"...You are so awesome," Wen Zheliu whispered, "They almost saw me mumbling to myself."
He Qin smiled helplessly: "You little idiot."
Accompanied by the sound of steam and the precise rotation of giant gears, Wen Zheliu stood at the edge of the maze and saw hundreds of people walking enthusiastically above the Holy Sister's cell, recording the final data of the test.
During the whole process, the doctor planned to gather all the prisoners involved in the plan into the center of the power grid, and at zero o'clock, he would ask the current owner of the heart, the holy nun who had regrown her tongue, to make a promise of permission.
He has already seen the doomed ending.
"However, I still have a doubt." Wen Zheliu said, "If I guess correctly... Hello, good morning."
Wen Zheliu said hello to a researcher who walked over, and continued to whisper to He Qin in the bustling and steamy test site: "The last mission, 'destroy everything'..."
"Do you believe it? Any such experimental operation that is carried out secretly and has complete confidentiality measures will bury a large amount of ** in units of hundreds of tons under the foundation." He Qin said lightly, "And usually, only Only the commander knows where the activated mechanism is."
"-So, to destroy everything, just drive Felix to death, that should be enough, right?" A smile appeared on Wen Zheliu's lips, "If you put it that way, it's pretty simple."
"Oh? So confident?"
"Of course!"
The chatting and joking with He Qin was full of relaxed love, and Wen Zheliu couldn't help but reveal a soothing smile that was rare these days.
—There is still one day left until the counterattack that ends the plan.
On the sixth day, the prisoners' symptoms of being contaminated by mermaid blood began to become apparent. They began scratching behind their ears and under their armpits until the skin there became stained with blood. Soon, this group of people was escorted away by armed SS soldiers, and there was another panic discussion in the camp. After learning that they were about to be taken away, the women, all skinny and frightened, seized every opportunity to ask Du Zijun: "We... you promised, you said we wouldn't die..."
"Yes," Du Zijun said coldly, "I promised that none of you will die."
They couldn't say too much, because Marcel was sitting here and would come out to inspect the prisoners at any time, and the soldiers escorting the experimental subjects would arrive soon, but Du Zijun continued: "It won't take long, you can get become free."
The bright sun hung in the sky at noon. Qin Ying walked out with a shiny black whip hanging from her waist. She looked around at the prisoners who were resting and eating, silently counting down the seconds in her heart.
Wen Zheliu stood next to the labyrinth. Mu Biaoyong suddenly appeared on his wrist, and then quickly disappeared. He took a tube of dark green potion in his mouth, climbed down the smelly and slippery stone wall of the labyrinth, and passed through Thousands of roaring monsters quickly ran toward the center.
Chi Qingliu flicked the gold thread on his wrist, Gu Xi's fingertips flashed with the brilliance of silver needles, and Xie Yuanyuan squatted on the treetop above Du Zijun's head, waiting for the sun to move down some distance.
He Qin turned over a page of the poetry collection, smiled at the guard who stayed at the door, and said, "Can I ask a question?"
"… What?"
“If God pours the floodwaters from the Drifting Ark into this concentration camp...then will my underground prison also suffer the same consequences?”
—There are still six hours left before the planned counterattack ends.
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