Why it never ends

Chapter 1049 Hypothesis
In the morning, Hesta and Victoria quickly visited the accident sites in the entire Fayal Desert. Unlike the death sites in the marginal areas, the death sites of the mercury needles were more concentrated as they went deeper into the hinterland. The largest burial site was less than 100 square meters, but there were more than 40 marked dead.

This unusual gathering caused the two to speculate that it seemed that the mercury needles were driven together like sheep before they died. After a fierce battle, a small number of mercury needles managed to break through, but they eventually died under the dense firepower from the sky.

"This speculation is not impossible," Victoria said, "Just like last night, if someone adds special nerve inhibitors to Mercury Needle's diet, then when everyone enters bullet time one after another, it will become easy to encircle and suppress them..."

"There are more than 200 mercury needles, and they are rotated between fighting and resting. Even if someone fails to notice that there is something wrong with their diet, will everyone be infected and end up in danger?"

Victoria was silent for a while: "...There are still survivors."

"Yes, I know, but the infection rate is too high." Hesta said softly, "Besides, it's difficult to tamper with the diet. Our wartime diet is not purchased on demand or made temporarily. The base has its own independent storage, and the warehouse is updated every six months to ensure the freshness of the date. All bagged foods are allocated and transported by the logistics team before departure, and the choice of which type of food is often decided by the team members themselves. It is difficult for me to imagine how an external hand can break through these levels, put some problematic foods into the warehouse, and ensure that they are selected by that batch of mercury needles at that time. "

Having said this, Hesta paused for a moment.

"…Isn't this the same problem of picking out just the right bottle of poisoned wine from a collection of 30,000 bottles of wine?"

Victoria's eyes moved slightly.

"And there's another problem here," Hesta continued, "I need to maintain a certain level of hunger before an important battle, so I only take the minimum amount of supplies. As far as I know, there are quite a few people who have this habit of taking mercury needles, so this involves the issue of dosage—"

"Then let's not consider food for now," Victoria said, "what about vaccines?"

Hesta thought for a moment.

Vaccines? Indeed, before each mission to the wilderness, the base would temporarily boost vaccinations for the mercury needles based on the local epidemic situation...but the problem is that not every mercury needle needs booster vaccinations, at least those who frequently go out on field missions do not need them - because their various vaccines may still be within the protection period.

But if we turn our attention to vaccines, that means...

"Why do we have to assume that it is an external hand?" Victoria continued, "If this hand is inside us, then there are too many things that could go wrong in the whole process. Besides, is it necessarily the nerve inhibitor that caused the mercury needle to become inoperable? That's not necessarily true, right?

"If something can be effective through breathing, then the air purification device on the transport plane can be used to tamper with it; if it can be effective through contact, then the combat uniforms and weapons are all questionable; if it can be transmitted through a carrier, then the mosquitoes, flies, fleas that may appear before and after entering Faialar... may have all been specially treated."

"...Do you think," Hesta looked ahead, "if we go back this time and continue to apply to Office No. 2 to read the details of the Fayalar Wasteland accident report, will they approve it?"

“It’s not like you haven’t tried before. You’ve tried many times,” Victoria replied. “But the only time they put the report in your hands was the night you had to go to an emergency meeting…”

Hesta sighed.

"Go back and check it yourself." Victoria said softly, "It's better to check it secretly."

…In the evening, Hesta and his party took a train across the Wehotun Plateau and headed south.

Originally, Hesta's only companions were Victoria and Versin, but Zoe wanted to go anyway, so Hesta thought about it for a while and agreed.

Along the way, Zoe stared at Versin with burning eyes - during the time when Victoria and Hesta were out, Versin generously told everyone everything that happened last night, including the words she used to persuade Victoria to join Deep Anchor.

Although Theresa and Ende showed no reaction on the surface, they were still deeply shaken when they heard that "real natural mercury needles are not subject to the constraints of time control".

There is no Mercury Needle who doesn't like to enter the state of bullet time, but the first lesson for all reservists is to learn to treat their bullet time with caution. In the face of many conspiracies and tricks against Mercury Needle ability users, the superiority of physical fitness is not enough for Mercury Needle to protect itself. In the early history of AHgAs, there were too many unruly young people who abused their abilities at unnecessary times, so that when the bullet time ended, they immediately brought about the disaster of killing.

...All this is because of the constraints of time.

If the constraints of time itself are a man-made shackle, then all the mercury needles that have killed people so far need to seek an extra level of justice.

Among all the people, only Zoe was completely unmoved, and even laughed at Welsin. Welsin didn't understand at first, but then he realized that Zoe believed that everything in the world has its price, just like the mercury needles in the battle sequence must sacrifice strength if they want to pursue agility, and sacrifice endurance if they want to pursue burst...

And restricting time is the price of bullet time, and all this is logical.

Welsin laughed uncontrollably, but said no more.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, several people got off the train at a shabby little platform. As soon as they stepped onto the platform, they saw Eunice and another young boy standing in the rain with umbrellas.

As soon as she saw Hesta, Eunice came trotting over, holding two long-handled umbrellas under her arms, obviously prepared for the guests.

"Didn't you say there were three of us?" Eunice looked at Zoe defensively, "Why is there one more?"

"As for Zoe, it's not like you don't know her." Hesta said softly, "You've all seen her on the farm."

"But this is different from what we agreed!"

"…Then give your teacher another call." Hesta sighed, "Just tell him that I guarantee that this extra person won't cause you any trouble."

Eunice handed the umbrella to her male companion and ran to the telephone booth at the exit. Hesta stood there and looked at her for a while, intending to move to a place deeper in the platform where she would not be exposed to the rain, but as soon as he took a step, the young boy immediately swung the umbrella handle.

"Stand still!" he shouted. "I didn't tell you to move!"