I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 115 Group Destruction (4K)

The first 10 minutes.

Bering sat in front of the chair, his mind was as empty as the pure white room right now.

He didn't feel anything, just mechanically followed the program he had made before, like a real robot.

Soon, the first 10 minutes passed.

During these 10 minutes, Bering did not write a single word on the soft copy in front of him.

Then, at the end of the first 10-minute precognition, Bering began to try to use the ability again.

The second 10 minutes is still similar to the first 10 minutes, and the mind is empty in this way, and a word is not recorded.

Then the third 10 minutes, the fourth 10 minutes...

Although these time periods may be classified and disappeared in the end, everything will be compressed on the first 10-minute "prediction" node, but for Bering, who is in the state of predicting the future, this is what he has actually experienced time.

Wait until No. 12 for 10 minutes, which is two hours later.

Bering finally started writing.

Still using words that no one else could understand in the diary, Bering wrote down [the death of a certain dignitary from a neighboring country].

This is the only valuable information within these two hours.

Other than that, if a certain star has another one-centimeter cut, or a novel delicacy appears in a certain place, there is no need to record it.

This information will be seen by Bering 10 minutes ago, and then it will be unloaded on the white paper, and seen again by Bering 10 minutes ago...

Finally, let Bering, who had just received the "tranquilizer", receive it.

A perfect closed loop.

Time is always such a thing that connects end to end.

In silence, Bering continued to explore the future of the next time period.

Two hours, two hours, two hours...

After 24 hours, a lot of information had been removed from the white paper in front of Bering.

Some of them are international news, some are exercises that Qi Guang specially notified him, and some are materials that Sun Yuan asked them to upload on the Internet and the web weavers handed over to him for viewing.

All the valuable materials in a day are all concentrated on the soft copy, and will be sent back layer by layer and directly to the eyes of the original Bering.

And this is just the first day.

But unfortunately, the first tube of "tranquilizer" will expire after 24 hours.

Glancing at the thick cardboard box next to him, Bering took out a tube without hesitation for a moment, and then gave another injection towards his neck!
There is no ripple in the calm state of mind, just like falling into the abyss completely, looking up and gazing can only see the deepest darkness.

The first day is over, and the next day follows.

Day three, day four, day five...

At the same time, there were several test tubes beside Bering's feet—these were the sedatives he had administered, and the test tubes rolled around his feet, jingling.

After I don't know how many days.

Bering suddenly saw a message.

【Qi Guang: Are you not coming to practice?Didn't we agree before? 】

【Qi Guang: Forget it, I heard from them that you are busy with important things right now, so I will bring your people there first, and don’t blame me if something goes wrong. 】

【Qi Guang: When you come back, why don't you treat your guests to dinner? 】

At this time, fifteen days had passed since Bering dropped the first tube of "tranquilizer".

Looking at the soft copy written in front of him with all kinds of information, Bering didn't feel the slightest wave in his heart.

He just continued to stay in the room, fingering the phone non-stop.

Thanks to the lack of metabolism in the corpse, so far his appearance is similar to that of fifteen days ago.No beard, no dark circles.

Or his eye circles are already very dark...

If it weren't for the fact that he was a dead person, he would have been insane to the point of mania, even to the point of sudden death on the spot.

Continuing to lean on the table, Bering kept staring at the phone screen.

Another day, another day, another day...

Wait until No. 20 days, after the last tube of sedative is finished.

Bering's mobile phone, this time jumped out of new content.

[Web Weaver: Prophet, sorry...]

[Web Weaver: I didn't do what you asked me before, I'm really sorry]

[Web Weaver: Here is a video, please watch it later, I am really... sorry. 】

With his mind empty, Bai Ling pressed his fingers on the screen and tapped the video lightly.

In the video is Qi Guang's face.

At this moment, there is only a deathly silence on that baby face that looks quite youthful.

He stared at the camera, although he was not looking at Bering, but Bering still had the illusion that the other party was looking at him.

When looking at the camera, Qi Guang's gaze was very complicated.

After a long while, he said: "I don't know if you are watching now, and I don't know what the 'important thing' is about in your mouth. Your artificial intelligence will let me take a moment to tell you , but I think it's better to tell you."

As he spoke, Qi Guang in the video lit a cigarette and held it by his mouth.

This was his first time smoking.

You know, on weekdays, Qi Guang really hates Wang Weizheng, the type who smokes cigarettes.As long as that guy smokes, Qi Guang will definitely push him out with a frown and disgust.

However, at this moment, Qi Guang was smoking a cigarette, and his unshaven beard looked like it hadn't been repaired for a long time.

His hair was disheveled, with a touch of gray at the ends, and he looked like a hiker who had just returned from a wandering.

Haggard and vicissitudes, Qi Guang's eye sockets still have unfinished eye feces, such a rough appearance, if the previous Qi Guang saw it, he would probably be furious.

However, this is how he is talking to the camera now.

Sucking on a cigarette, and then slowly exhaled, Qi Guang said softly: "The joint military exercise is over, this time the military exercise is very bad, much worse than any previous one."

"A lot of people died. All the people from the island country survived. Country M is a little bit better, but only [-]% of the original survivors are left."

"We may be considered the luckiest, and more than half of them died," Qi Guang said lightly, "The teacher is dead, and there are still some students left."

"Oh, by the way, those people under your command, the female high school is dead, and the female anchor is also dead. The person who played the double knife died the worst. His intestines were pulled out and tied with flowers. He probably suffered a lot of torture before he died. As for that boy playing with fire..."

There was no warmth in Qi Guang's voice: "He lost his mind, mobilized too much force that he couldn't bear when fighting the enemy, and burned himself to death."

"So unfortunately, although I said I would bring these people back, I didn't seem to be able to bring back any of them. But it's okay, after all, except for your people, I didn't bring back any of the people I brought back. , we cleared up, haha."

As he said that, Qi Guang actually laughed out loud.

His beard was shaking slightly with his laughter, and it was stained with some wine stains, looking sloppy and dirty.

Qi Guang was probably drinking before.

At least behind him, one can vaguely see fragmented wine bottles scattered all over the place.

Sighing, Qi Guang leaned closer to the camera: "Actually, let's be honest, I know I shouldn't be angry with you."

"You are a prophet, not omniscient. There are always things you don't know, which is normal, and I can understand it. However, I feel that I still can't get over that hurdle..."

As he spoke, Qi Guang grabbed the phone and pointed it at his own face.

He turned to the camera and said word by word: "I ask you, Prophet. Why are you doing some 'retreat' before we go to the exercise?"

"Why didn't you tell me that there was a traitor in the exercise team? Why didn't you tell me that we would be trapped inside the mountain, and people outside would not be able to get in at all?!"

"And why didn't you tell me that there are 'disaster' level monsters in the mountain?!"

Qi Guang's voice became louder and louder: "When you locked yourself in the room, those people were being torn apart by the claws of monsters! The alien race is torturing them, tearing them apart like dolls!"

"Didn't you see all of this?! If you can really predict the future, how could you not know that this joint military exercise will cause so many casualties?! If you really saw the future, how could it be possible Didn't you hear the news that the people on the mountain suffered heavy casualties?!"

"Or is it that your predictive ability actually has a limit, you can't see that far at all, and you have been bluffing before?! Then why don't you simply say all this, just to gain greater benefits? !"

"Tell me, Prophet!"

Qi Guang's fingers tightly clenched the phone, his eyes were flushed: "Or are you actually a monster at all, and all of this is your plan?! In order to send young people to their graves, you did all this on purpose ?!"

He growled and said: "Is the mole inside the exercise also yours? In order to gain trust, you still let the kid with the fire follow him with his companions? When those who trusted you died tragically, did you still Laughing?!"

"Lucky there, happy with your desire to play with people's hearts and control the overall situation, and happy with the absurd ending of those who regard you as a helper?!"

He banged on the table, panting like a raging bull.

In the end, Qi Guang's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, every word was full of deep hatred and pleading: "Tell me, I beg you to tell me, tell me what are you thinking!! "

"People are dead, a lot of people have died! I don't know if these people would have died in the first place, but I know that if you mention something, even if it's just one sentence, we won't be hit so badly!"

"Aren't you a prophet? Ah? Tell me, aren't you a prophet?!"

That's all for the content of the video.

Looking at the blacked out screen, Bering was expressionless.

There was no wave in his eyes, as if Qi Guang's roaring words hadn't entered his heart at all.

After a while, he clicked on the second video.

The protagonist of this video is Qi Guang.

Only this time, Qi Guang's complexion looked better than before.

He was wearing a black suit, sitting on a wheelchair, with a calm face like an angel of death with withered wings.

Looking at the screen, Qi Guang said slowly, "Those people were buried."

His eyes looked at the tombstone in the distance, and there was no focus in his eyes: "There are my friends, my relatives, and people I have taught. Now, they are all buried together. The reason why they are not separated is that Because of the number of dead bodies clinging to each other - because they died in excruciating pain and terror."

Sighing, Qi Guang went on to say: "I lost my composure a little two days ago. I know that I can't blame you for this incident. In the final analysis, it is because our intelligence work is not done well. After all, the prophet is not omniscient, maybe From the perspective of future humans, this incident is a very small matter, so why is it not recorded?"

As he spoke, he chuckled lightly: "That's right, after all, only a few students and teachers died, so it's only a small change in the future, right?"

"After all, according to what you said, countless people will die in the future," Qi Guang squinted his eyes, "there are hundreds of them now, and it's true that they don't even count."

"It's also possible that these hundreds of people have died, and your chances of winning in the future have increased by one point. There are many reasons, and I can think of many, and I can justify myself."

"However, I don't know what the future looks like. I don't know which is more important, a few hundred people or tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people in the future..."

Having said that, Qi Guang looked back at his phone.

His eyes were sharp and cold: "I only know that you'd better give me an explanation after you come out. Whether the explanation is self-deception or a balance between the two, I must have an explanation."

"Otherwise, I will take the knife and kill you with my own hands."

At the end, Qi Guang's expression was a bit bitter: "I just want you to tell me personally, even if you tell me that these people died for future victory, I can accept it."

"The only thing I can't accept is that even now, you still keep silent and stay at home."

"Otherwise, I really can't explain to their family members. I can't even convince myself. So, at least give me an excuse, even if it's a lie."

His tone was jerky: "The rest, just wait until you come out. Remember to call me. We will contact you later."

After saying this, Qi Guang ended the video with a blunt tone.

Bering was the only one left looking at the black phone screen with a blank expression on his face.

After a while.

He stared at the time of the phone before picking up the pen.

Then quickly write down line after line of handwriting on the soft copy.

The words left on the paper are extremely scribbled, completely opposite to Bering's delicate and delicate brushwork in the past.If one is calm water, then what is flowing on the paper now is... violent and vigorous flames!

Keeping the tip of the pen, every word is deeply carved into the page, and even leaves a deep enough mark on the next page.

About a few minutes passed.

When Bering still had a lot of words to write, the effect of the "tranquilizer" ended.

Emotions like a mountain roar and a tsunami hit his atrium, burning his heart like a flame, making him feel a sharp pain in his chest.

In the next second, he put down his pen and pinched his throat.

"Ugh..."

Grabbing his bow tie, Bering looked at the phone screen with a distorted and hideous expression on his face.

He spread his hands dejectedly, looking at the pale ceiling, the bewilderment in his eyes was the same as the background color of the pale wall.

After not speaking for a long time and taking actions, he was not used to this body, and felt that his whole body was like a machine without oil.

Coupled with the extremely suppressed emotions, they all broke through the atrium and merged into the brain and chest.

When countless emotions welled up in his heart, for the first time, Bering felt a sharp pain that could almost tear his chest apart.

He wanted to cry a little bit, but he couldn't cry no matter how much he cried.

In the end, only one face could be distorted, and the expressions on the face looked tangled, crying and laughing, which looked extremely funny.

The dead cannot shed tears.

Bering now understood this truth very deeply.

(End of this chapter)