You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

The room on the left is empty, so only the room on the right is left.

Zhong Xun stood at the door, about to reach out, but Meng Jingting beat him to it.

This time, Meng Jingting stood right next to Zhong Xun.

A blinding white light swept in.

Warmth shone on my body.

No pollutants were in the air, the air was pleasant, and you could even hear the faint sound of wind and birdsong outside the window.

Sun Chen and Zhang Yingyang maintained their shooting stance until their vision returned, at which point everyone could see everything inside the room.

Despite being in a "malaria-ridden" area, this place feels like another room, bright and clean, cozy and tidy.

The curtains are made of warm white with a floral pattern, lush green plants are placed on the windowsill, and a slightly worn round table is covered with a fresh green tablecloth, on which a thermos is bubbling with fruit tea.

A girl in a white dress was asleep on a recliner with her back to them, while a silver-haired old man looked at her kindly beside her.

Hearing the sound, the old man turned his head to look.

She was taken aback at first, then a faint regret welled up in her weathered eyes.

She knew it was time.

"Come in and have a seat," the old man said.

The inner world of "Miasma" is filled with horror, destruction, and chaos; it is a scene that can be described as fairy tale.

The fruit tea was poured into four cups and served to each of them.

  

But nobody would drink it.

The old man didn't mind. After sitting down, he sighed and said, "Since you were able to find your way here, you should know everything."

After a long silence, Meng Jingting said in a deep voice, "You became a pollutant, forming 'miasma,' all to take revenge on that family of three?"

"Not entirely," the old man said, looking at the girl who was still fast asleep.

After a moment, he began to explain slowly.

"She had a hard life, she was an orphan, and she was plagued by illness before she was even twelve years old." A deep pity welled up in the old man's eyes. "I had back pain that day and went to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor asked me to be hospitalized, but because there was a shortage of beds, the little girl was temporarily assigned to our department and shared a ward with me."

"She's so pitiful. She didn't have much money on her. She just drank water when she woke up. I heard people talking about her, saying how could someone so young not be able to earn money? But I know she's having trouble breathing and can't earn any money."

People who are overwhelmed by mental illness are incapable of earning money.

"One night, I heard her crying in bed, calling for her mother, her mother." The old woman recalled with great heartache, "I had my own child when I was young, but she passed away from a high fever when she was two years old. So I adopted a child. Hearing her voice, it was just like my daughter calling for me before she left. My heart ached, so I got out of bed, went over, lay down and hugged her, saying, 'Mommy is here, Mommy is here,' and she stopped crying."

"I thought she didn't remember me, and I never expected her to come looking for me."

At this point, the old man's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious and sinister expression: "That beast!"

"He asked me for my savings, but I didn't have any. So he pushed me down, leaving me to break my bones and lie in bed waiting to die!"

Zhong Xun looked at the patch on her cuff and asked, "Did you give all your money to girls?"

The old man was speechless for a moment.

The answer is already clear.

"On the day I died, I saw that beast..." The old man's intense emotions stopped abruptly, and he didn't dare to continue. His voice trembled. "I felt that I was being polluted by something. I was afraid that I would become the source of the pollution and that they would continue to bully Mengmeng."

The old man's hateful and piercing screams interrupted his actions. When the man pushed open the door, the old man collapsed to the ground with a thud and remained motionless.

The girl lay slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the scene through the crack.

The next second, she gasped for breath and scrambled into the room.

The old man's lower body was covered in filth and reeked of a foul stench, but the girl didn't care about anything. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and she hugged the old man, shaking her head vigorously, making difficult and indistinct sounds from her throat.

Like "grandmother".

It also sounds like "mother".

"Damn it!" the man cursed, but his eyes showed some fear and apprehension. After losing all interest, he called the woman back and hastily handled the old man's funeral arrangements.

It only took two days.

Two days later, the man looked at the frail and pale girl locked in the bathroom and his evil intentions were rekindled.

This time, however, Cui Meng, utterly despondent, let him tear the fabric off her shoulder, and then, amidst the man's impatient panting, she raised the knife she had hidden long ago.

With one slash, the scumbag stopped moving abruptly, looking on in disbelief. Without hesitation, Cui Meng made another cut, then swiftly cut the rope around her wrist. Before the man could scream, she pinned him down, covering his mouth with one hand and swiftly severing his trachea with the other.

The shouts turned into a low groan like a broken bellows.

Blood spurted into her eyes, but Cui Meng merely tilted her head slightly and blinked before continuing what she was doing.

When the woman returned with the child, blood was everywhere in the bathroom. Cui Meng hesitated as she listened to the noise.

"Mom, that woman is still locked up."

"Yeah, once your dad's had his fill of playing with it, he'll sell it on the black market."

"I want to play too!"

"Haha, you're still young. Mom will bring you one later. Now that the old geezer's gone, Mom will make you chicken drumsticks tonight!"

Cui Meng picked up her knife, stood up, and pushed open the door to go out.

No one realized that the old man had been contaminated when he died, and a "miasma" was rapidly forming.

It relives the despair and pain of being killed for this family of three every day, yet it also protects Cui Meng in this warm and bright room.

"I know my time has come," the old man whispered. "Pollutants should not exist."

Zhang Yingyang, who was standing to the side, had already heard so much that his eyes were practically popping out of his head. He pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and started chewing on it vigorously: "Boss, can't we just let them go?"

The old man cast a hopeful glance his way.

"Go back and copy the Arbiter's Handbook ten times," Meng Jingting said coldly.

It is indeed rare for pollutants to remain sober and even carve out such a separate field, but pollutants are pollutants, and things won't get better just because Meng Jingting lets them off the hook.

Once consciousness is lost, innocent bystanders will be dragged into it.

Not to mention that miasma can devour each other. If a high-level pollutant notices the anomaly here, devours it, and inherits its "humanity" and develops its own thoughts, that would be truly devastating.

Most importantly, they are definitely dead.

Utopia is a fairy tale, but Meng Jingting is an S-level adjudicator, and he must become the most steadfast pillar of stability for humanity in the present world.

"Judge Meng Jingting, the verdict is as follows." The man stood up, pointed his special gun at the source of pollution, and calmly said, "A Class C pollution source, determined to pose a threat to humanity, is hereby ordered to be eliminated."

The old man nodded in understanding and peacefully closed his eyes.

The moment the bullet was fired, the resulting sparks set everything ablaze, and the bright sunlight, tablecloth, and curtains gradually curled up into ashes.

Zhong Xun's eyes widened slightly.

Cui Meng had woken up sometime earlier and was hugging the old man from behind. Her face was light and happy, as if an elf had descended to earth. "Where are you going? Why didn't you take me with you?"

"I'll take you with me, I'll take you everywhere I go." The old woman smiled and patted Cui Meng's hand. "In the next life, you'll be my mother and daughter."

"Okay," Cui Meng said, her voice choked with emotion. "It's a deal."

"Mother……"

The source of pollution disappeared, the light in front of us vanished, and when our vision returned, all we saw was a dilapidated and run-down building.

The group returned to the present world.