Chapter 2197

The surveillance system of the underground farm is probably also a product of technology that combines special items. From the original screen, branched metal arms were quickly branched out, and a new screen was opened on each of them—every entrance and exit of the farm , aisle, all clearly appeared on the screen one after another.

The crude walkway formed by the rock wall and mud was empty everywhere, and no one was there. Occidentus hadn't come yet, and it seemed that Lou Qin hadn't reported to him either.

Lin Sanjiu remembered that when they came in, they obviously didn't see any cameras or monitors, not even a spot of light in the darkness; now that I think about it, the "eyes" responsible for monitoring are probably the effect of special items.

The dozen or so screens that had grown up floated in mid-air like a big net, which was a bit strange; but none of the evolutionists present blinked their eyelids for it. There are countless rare and wonderful things in the doomsday world. Who hasn't seen a few more amazing things?

Only ordinary people would think it was great, even ordinary people who had been in contact with evolutionists—for example, Feng Huanyan, who was watching with her mouth open at the moment.

Are you wrong? Lin Sanjiu looked at Feng Huanyan, thinking in a daze.

As long as it is an evolutionary, if you just pull one out, it is undoubtedly stronger than ordinary people. They have more resources, stronger abilities, and broader knowledge... Naturally, they can better protect themselves.

There are already so many such a group of strong people. When faced with a problem, the solution they come up with is to continue to take away the last little things left by the weak... Even if the weak have no choice, so they are willing to be eaten by the strong, Lin Sanjiu still couldn't convince himself.

She felt that neither side of the matter was right. Whether it is keeping the farm alive or pulling it out in one fell swoop, it seems to be doing evil.

"Who made you gaslight like this?" Qing Jiu's abrupt words brought her back to her senses.

"……what?"

Before Qing Jiuliu opened his mouth, he glanced at the pig on the ground. Wang Gen obediently lay on the side, and was ordered by him, and then he got up in a panic; Qing Jiuliu pointed to the pig, and asked Lin Sanjiu: "Is it it?"

"what?"

The color of the white pig can be even whiter, which is really unexpected—it is different from when Lin Sanjiu was slaughtered and when he was attacked by the puppeteer. At this moment, there is a third fresh and different fear on Wang Gen's face up.

It is a kind of fear to see the death of the same kind, and it is another kind of fear to realize that one is about to die, and the fear at this moment... Lin Sanjiu can't describe it.

For some reason, she vaguely remembered a sentence that Pig said earlier, "We are born to like to do this"-she forgot the specifics, at least the general idea was similar.

"Don't fall into the trap of thinking about doing good and doing evil, haven't you noticed?" Qing Jiuliu said in a natural tone, "The reason they are willing to stay is because they think they are exchanging part of their blood for a stable life. Right? Let them pay the price with death, do you think they will change it?"

"what?"

"This group of pigs has never stated the death rate on the farm, right? But it can be seen from the side, ordinary people on the farm have a much shorter lifespan than those outside." Qing Jiuliu looked at Wang Gen, as if Waiting for it to refute, seeing that it opened its mouth halfway and didn't say a word, it continued to explain: "For so many years, no one has forced ordinary people outside to mate and have children, and the number of ordinary people outside has not decreased, nor has it become extinct. But once they enter the farm, they have to be forced to give birth to maintain their numbers... Of course, it means that the death rate inside is higher than outside."

It seems...it seems right, Lin Sanjiu thought in a daze. Why didn't she think of it?

He suddenly smiled at Wang Gen, and asked, "I'm afraid your blood drawing is different from ordinary blood drawing?"

The white pig paused, rolled its eyes back and forth twice, and said in a low voice, "You misunderstood! We may have drawn a little too much blood before, but we are willing to correct our previous practice and improve our living conditions. The volume and frequency are reduced...wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

"So, you will work hard to improve the conditions so that ordinary people can finally enjoy the same death rate as the outside world?" Qing Jiuliu laughed mockingly, "Then tell me, why don't you just let them go back to their homes, you need When the time comes, come to the door to trade again?"

Lin Sanjiu could almost see that there was a reason the pig had prepared long ago and repeated countless times, and it was about to spit it out. When it realized that it was no longer facing ordinary people, but At the moment when it was an evolutionary, it swallowed it back desperately.

The reason "ordinary people will be bullied by evolutionists outside" is that it never dared to say it in front of evolutionists—especially in front of evolutionists like Lin Sanjiu and the puppeteer.

"No matter how difficult life is for ordinary people in the outside world, it's not so difficult that if you don't force children, the population will drop sharply." Qing Jiuliu seemed to guess what he didn't say, and said to Lin Sanjiu almost flatly: " You don't want to be locked up in a pigsty. What if you don't want to? Tell you that you are going to die outside, so 'locked up' becomes a helpless but acceptable solution. Create a If you don't accept the extreme predicament that will be worse, then even if you want to be a livestock, everyone can swallow it."

"But we can give them a better life than outside..." said the pig hastily.

The sound of the last word turned into a breath, as if someone accidentally stepped on a piece of empty leather pipe and pressed out a breath.

Wangen's eyes didn't blink, he was staring at the ceiling in front of him, as if he was still wondering why the distance from the ceiling was suddenly shortened to the front of his eyes - did he see a bridge of blood pulled up under his head? , and that headless pig body that is staggering and about to fall to the ground, is an answer that no one will ever know.

After two wet slamming sounds in succession, Qing Jiuliu, who was standing not far from the white pig just now, finally opened his eyes from the blood on his face. He wiped his face vigorously, turned his head to stare at the puppeteer, and complained, "You should remind me."

"I owe you?" The puppeteer sneered, his body and face were still clean, so that no one could see how he broke the pig's neck in an instant. "Are you here to give a speech? You can get votes by saying a few more words? The cement drill can't find her brain in ten minutes. What nonsense are you explaining to her?"

The latter sentence was naturally a gift to Lin Sanjiu.

"Why... just killed like this?" She couldn't think of retorting for a while, "The ordinary people on the farm..."

"Love never dies," the puppeteer cut off her words.

Also, if you want to say who in the world doesn't care about other people's life or death, then the puppeteer will probably be at the top of the list. If you expect him to help like Sparan or Libao back then, it's a dream and you haven't woken up.

Besides, what lies ahead is a difficult problem, not something as simple as being able to help with high combat power. What she hoped for was not simply destroying the farm; but the result she hoped for might be too naive to survive in the doomsday world—not to mention, even time was not on her side now.

Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath and turned his head.

The short and fat accountant probably saw that no one paid much attention to him. I don't know when it started, step by step, step by step, and retreated several meters away without knowing it; at this time, Lin Sanjiu looked at him. With a sweep, he immediately trembled all over, not daring to move anymore.

"...you are the person behind the organization of the farm," Lin Sanjiu looked at him and asked in a low voice. "Now that the pigs are dead, what do you think?"

She thought for a while and said: "Can you provide ordinary people with a decent and dignified life? If they change their minds, they can leave at any time; if they don't want to marry and have children, they can live alone; tell them honestly about the harm of blood drawing, and guarantee them You have the right to know; can you return all the options that you took away that once belonged to them?"

The dead relatives and friends can’t come back, but if Bingwusanba—no, Yinhe—was resurrected in the village where she lived, would she really choose to continue living on the farm?

When people know that the piggery and three meals a day they get are not alms and favors from the farm, but exchanged with their blood, will they still be so meek and grateful?

The chubby accountant thought about it for a few minutes, then looked up at the three evolutionists present, suddenly gave a wry smile, and shook his head.

"There are all evolutionaries here, so let's talk frankly." He straightened his back, as if he realized that he had no hope of confrontation at all, and instead became calm. "Your friend who was sent to the sub-space by the pig, I can think of a way for you, such as applying to the leader, and giving you the special item that the pig used to harm him, and see if there is any way to come back Bring him back."

Lin Sanjiu raised her eyebrows and realized it immediately. "Do you know what that item is?"

"I've heard of it." The dumpy accountant folded his hands and said, "I've never heard that people who enter it can come back alive, but if you still don't want to give up, then I'll apply right away. We can do it If we arrive, we will all do it, because I can see that the leader is not willing to make enemies with you. But if it can’t be done, please don’t force it anymore.”

"...you mean improving conditions on the farm?"

The chunky accountant didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, and simply nodded. "Yes. Why did we find pigs to take care of the farm? When the idea of ​​the farm was first formed, we hadn't thought of using 'evolutionary' to scare ordinary people... There is only one reason to find pig-type degenerates, and that is they It's perfect for this."

"Oh?" Qing Jiuliu said, and glanced at the surveillance system on the screen.

"Whether it's the design of the farm system, the 'education' on the farm, everything you see on the farm is all written by pigs." The chubby accountant waved his hand and said, "I'm not trying to absolve the organization...because pigs The organization is also happy to see the design and handwriting. This will help us extract the greatest amount of blood from as many ordinary people as possible for as long as possible with the highest efficiency."

He looked at Jiu Liu clearly, and his tone could even be said to be neither humble nor overbearing. "You just said, why not let them stay at home, we come to trade... The answer to this question is obvious, and it is the same as why the farm cannot be improved."

Kiyokuru didn't look surprised or curious at all.

"Improving the conditions of the farm, giving them the right to know and the right to choose, and dealing with them fairly, in other words, if you treat them as human beings, then there must be two consequences: First, the organization will increase a huge amount Expenditure; Second, the key materials collected will definitely be less than now."

"And these two consequences, no one will like it." The short and fat accountant said slowly: "When they face us, what resistance do they have? Vaccine technology has already appeared, and ordinary people are already the raw materials for vaccines. If we don't do something today, there will be other evolutionaries who will do it tomorrow. They were born in a position of the weak who can't protect themselves and can't bargain. This is their fate. Pigs say they want to improve the farm. I am afraid that you will kill it. The life and death of ordinary people are determined by us, but our quality is not determined by ordinary people... In this case, even if you give them alms for a while, you can come back anytime because of need. Take it back."

He paused, his eyes swept over the three of them, and finally fell on Lin Sanjiu.

"To improve the farm is to place hope on the moral sense and self-control of the strong. To completely destroy the farm and send people away is to put a pile of meat back on the chopping board, waiting for the next person to reach for it...More Don't mention what terrible enemies you will make. Unless you can make every ordinary person evolve immediately, you can't change reality. Since you can't compete with reality and organizations, why don't you join in and enjoy the vaccine? Yu Yuan , vaccines, and ordinary people, which side do you choose?"

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