The red moon returns

Chapter 530: Borrowing a Head

Wearing the bird-beak mask, Lynch was full of anxiety. It was not that he was afraid of anything, but he was just worried about gains and losses.

I feel like I wanted to hit someone when the author cut off the chapter.

Holding the door handle and taking a few deep breaths to calm the speculation and anxiety in his mind, Lynch gritted his teeth, pushed open the door of the laboratory and walked in.

The smell is touching.

Although the samples had been cleaned before the experiment, the infected body was still full of the smell of decay and blood, which was still obvious even with the purification of the bird-beak mask.

The roars and the clashing sounds of shackles became clearer and clearer. Although Lynch knew that the infected could not break free, facing them personally still made him feel tremendous psychological pressure.

However, Lynch did not show it. He closed the door calmly, raised his hat and bowed to the audience outside the observation room, then came to Ms. Nightingale.

The old lady had not looked back since she finished talking to Lynch. She had been staring at the infected people in a trance. Lynch walked behind her without saying anything. He just stood behind her and waited patiently. After a long time, Ms. Nightingale said without turning her head:

"It's a bit of a problem now. The treatment doesn't work. If there's no treatment, there's not much point in the drugs existing. Millions of people will still die, but the number will be reduced. And more importantly, the panic about the end of the world will still spread, and the things you worry about will still happen."

"Well, I saw it." Lynch said calmly, "Have you found the reason?"

"We found it. We overlooked a detail that led to a fundamental failure." The old woman sighed, "We ignored your existence."

"what?"

"You also brought this news back. Based on this news, we started to add the third-stage drugs. So from the perspective of mysticism theory, the third-stage drugs are actually strongly related to you. If it is ordinary drug treatment, the influence of mysticism theory can be ignored, but the third-stage treatment is also based on mysticism, so it is completely restricted by mysticism theory." Ms. Nightingale turned around and glanced at Lynch, "I think you can understand this."

"Well, I can relate to that, but I don't understand it, so what?"

"So? So the success of the second stage is because you are associated with the three divine powers. The medicine specifically targets your concepts, which successfully drives the effects of the three divine powers associated with you out of your soul." The old woman smiled bitterly, "As a result, you are also strongly associated with the medicine for the third stage of treatment. Do you think the effect of the medicine can bypass the barrier just established in the second stage and reach the soul directly to take effect?"

Fuck, is this what they call the success and failure of Lynch?
So after going around in a circle, the boomerang hit me back in the face, right?

The theory is not difficult to understand, and Lynch got it immediately. The problem is, who could have thought of such a thing? It was thanks to the old lady's clever mind that she came up with such a ridiculous possibility in such a short time.

"This is the mysterious world. The connection between cause and effect is obscure and unknowable. It is difficult for us to consider everything." The old woman sighed, "Only when something really happens can we say afterward that it is like this. But by then, it will be too late."

"What about now?" Lin Qi asked, pursing his lips. "It's still not too late. I'll follow your arrangements and have a few days of maneuvering time."

"It's not that easy. If you give me enough time, I can indeed come up with other methods to complete the treatment, but that is far from being satisfied in a few days. Because this involves the overall design of this set of drugs. Unless we change the design, this problem must be solved." Ms. Nightingale shook her head and said distressedly, "And it must be solved quickly, otherwise not only those people outside, but also representatives of various countries outside will be in turmoil. By then, our intentions are good, but it will invisibly increase the panic. Moreover, even if we find a solution afterwards, it will be difficult to organize a worldwide event like this, so it must be solved as soon as possible to prevent those who are watching from having doubts."

"Okay, I understand." Lin Qi nodded carefully, "So why did you call me in? To eliminate me as a related person?"

"Unless I can completely eliminate your existence, it will be useless to turn you into No. 7. And without you, the second stage will be useless." The old woman glared at him and explained, "I really don't know now. I'm not omniscient and omnipotent. Human ability has its limits. Being able to determine the cause is my limit. So I asked you to come in and ask you what to do." "???"

"Don't be surprised. This is not to shirk responsibility or embarrass you." Nightingale explained, "All facts have proved that you are directly related to this incident. Every progress of the incident is inseparable from your promotion. This is not accidental or coincidental. This is the inevitable result of the mutual influence of cause and effect in the mysterious world. The operation of the event involves you, and your actions continue to change the trajectory of the event."

It sounded similar to dialectics. Lynch nodded, not quite understanding.

"So, your opinion is often crucial, and you see things that everyone else ignores at a glance, not because you are so smart, but because you are at the connection point of all events."

"Hey, I think you can put it another way."

"Haha, I like your calm attitude. Okay, okay, you are also very smart. This kid is really something." The old woman glared at him and said seriously, "That's why I called you in. I want to hear your opinion. In your current state, sometimes a casual remark may hit the key blind spot. If there is a solution to the problem, the person most likely to find it is you. Come on, give it a try and tell me what you think."

"What can I think? You said I'm a private detective and I'm thinking about retiring. Even if you've already decided..."

Lynch did not refuse. He paced around the infected people while muttering to himself, his mind racing as he sorted out the dilemma in front of him.

I use the human-faced fruit to symbolize myself and integrate my existence into the mystery, which leads to the current effect.

Targeting me blocked the plague that started with me, but it also blocked the cure that started with me.

My influence cannot be absent, otherwise the plague itself cannot be cured, but I also cannot be absent, otherwise the symptoms of the plague cannot be cured.

This is the biggest paradox and also the root cause of the current predicament. If I want to change the current situation, the best way is probably not to change medicine or use any method, but to start from myself...eh?

After pacing for less than a minute, Lynch suddenly remembered something. Without even bothering to greet Nightingale, he ran to the next room, pulled Miss Diana aside, muttered for a while, took the things handed to him by Miss Diana, and then returned to the laboratory with a smile.

"I thought of something, I don't know if it will be useful."

"what?"

Lynch flipped his hand and took out a human-faced fruit, his own.

Holding the stem hanging in the air, Lynch reached out and poked it.

"Ouch~~"

The fruit screamed and was bitten into in one bite.

"My head is crazy."

(End of this chapter)