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"No matter how hard we try, we can't find a shred of humanity. We are just cold-blooded and heartless monsters, crazy monsters. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Dave, you are a real idiot, and I am a real lunatic. In the end, the idiot won, and the lunatic lost!"

After saying the last sentence, he took out a small pistol from somewhere and pulled the trigger hard at his huge head, but the expected scene of blood and brain white splattering did not come.

Dr. Zombie King turned his head blankly, and found that the bullet he used to commit suicide was firmly clamped between someone's fingers, and was broken into thin slices.

260 The truth gradually revealed

"You have no right to die before I allow you to. If you die here so easily, it would be a shame to the blood that has accumulated on your hands."

The doctor pinched his thin right hand holding the gun, and with some force, the fingers and the gun were squeezed into a ball. The white bones mixed with green flesh and blood barely separated some flesh threads to hang on the wrist. Even if blown by the wind, it would not fall off, and just hung there.

After doing all this, he stood up again and continued to lean over and peek at people.

"! I created those plants! I am their creator, why can't I order them to die!"

The opponent didn't feel much pain, but the failed death made him irritable. He stood up straight and jumped crazily, which looked quite funny.

"No." The doctor looked at the other person, his tone still light, but with an undeniable magic, as if he was stating some established fact. "They are independent individuals. They don't belong to anyone, they only belong to themselves."

"You think those plants are just your tools, just chess pieces you casually set up. What about you? At least I see in them the spirit of never giving up, friendship, and countless beautiful things. You, a filthy maggot, are just a complete loser."

The power of words is sometimes more painful than anything else. The opponent was like a mad dog, wanting to rush up and beat the doctor with his skinny arms and legs, but the doctor just took two steps forward lightly and crushed him twice heavily. The opponent completely lost his feet, fell helplessly to the ground, and his mouth was full of dirt.

After doing all this, the doctor stepped back two steps, hands in his pockets, and stood there, contentedly motionless even as he was stared at with venomous eyes. "After you've explained what you need to, I'll send you off. I hope you don't feel too lonely on the road."

"Why should I tell you! You should never know the answer, you should never know the truth! Even if this is just a trivial revenge! I will make you uncomfortable, I will make you suffer! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

He laughed for a long time, and the doctor just watched him laugh, as if he was watching a clown performing a farce on a stage with no one watching.

He looked at the other person expressionlessly and even felt like laughing. He wanted to raise his hand to applaud the other person and praise him for a good performance.

But he didn't do so in the end, but the other party seemed to have been completely irritated. God knows how the other party felt that the doctor was mocking him and ignoring him through the mask that was so thick that his face could hardly be seen, although the doctor did so.

Then he let out another shrill scream, yelling and uttering some crazy and insane words.

But all the words were turned around after the doctor said one word.

"These zombies were once human, right? You want to turn them back, don't you?"

Although the other party had never revealed complete information, he was able to piece together some brief facts through those scattered descriptions.

"We can do these things, we absolutely can."

Dr. Zhuang Wang fell silent for a moment, but the crazy expression on his face quickly changed.

"! Really? Really? I don't want to stay in this desolate land, and I don't want to be without anyone to communicate with! They are all idiots, idiots, idiots! ... I am an idiot too."

This sentence hit the nail on the head. He was basically devoted to science and technology and didn't have much time to think. He immediately wanted to raise his hands to cover his face as if to hide his face and cry, but his hands had been crushed by the doctor.

Seeing that the opponent's last line of psychological defense was finally broken, the doctor squatted down rarely.

For this kind of madman, as long as the right medicine is used, the other party will be speechless and ignorant, but it does not mean that they are easy to deal with. You see, before, this guy wanted to commit suicide with that pistol. If his hand speed had not been fast enough, the other party would have succeeded.

However, they feel much more comfortable communicating with normal people. After their opponent's psychological defenses are broken down, they will basically tell everything clearly.

"So tell me, what exactly happened here? Who are you? And why are those plants guarding here?"

"This, this, this used to be... Damn it, damn it, how could I forget? Yes, yes, this used to be Mercury, no, no, this used to be Blue Star, yes, this used to be called Blue Star, I am an ordinary human, oh no, I am a monster now."

He was talking incoherently with some effort, but the doctor didn't rush him and just listened patiently.

As for the unreliable Tony Stark, he had been dragged away by Steve to play poker, along with the Cell Man, so the Doctor's position became Kong. Now he didn't need to look to guess that Kong's face was probably covered with notes. Although he didn't lose everything, it was probably not much better.

You really believe me. The doctor secretly complained in his heart, but this can be regarded as a clear division of labor.

The doctor who was in charge of formulating the general plan, directing, interrogating, and handling the details silently believed what he said.

"Humans were once the dominant species on this planet, and now they're all dead! In pursuit of immortality, they became monsters! We are all monsters, me too. The experiment was out of control from the day it began! So there's no way it can succeed, only failure."

After he finished speaking, he tried to point at himself with his shapeless hand, but failed.

"I'm a doctor, I'm Dr. Zombie King. No, no, no, what's my name... Oh, yes, oh, yes, I don't have a name. Do you want to give me one? No, no, no, no, I don't need a name! I'm a doctor who studies biology. Yes, these plants were created by me. There was no so-called human resistance. Humans disappeared before the plants appeared. Not a single one is left!"

The truth was slowly revealed, but the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay as long as it wasn't the worst outcome he had calculated.

"Why are they guarding here? Why, yes, to protect the brain, but there are no humans anymore, no humans left, only Dave. What should we do? Without a brain, how can we become human? Yes, we can create a fake one, create a fake one, and make everyone believe it and it will become true! So there is a brain in the house, yes, it's my brain. As long as they can eat the brain, they will change back, and I won't have to talk to myself anymore."

261 The life of a race is in your hands, you just have to make your choice

"So you're really going to help them?" Tony Stark added, crunching his peanuts. "As one of the few humans in the group, to be honest, I'm more fond of plants than those guys."

After all, he is not a human supremacist. Even if he is, he is only targeting the humans in his world. Moreover, it is estimated that it will not be long before he will no longer be a human being. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but open the member list of the chat group and glanced at Wilson. Come on, boy, the banner of humanity will be left to you to carry in the future.

Wilson, who was far away in the famine world, couldn't help but sneeze. He looked up in confusion, but only saw rubble rolling down from above. He immediately turned over and dodged.

Is Sora thinking about me? That's right, we haven't had time to chat. When I have some free time, I'll find him and try the special delicacies of our world.

He thought so.

"It's no use if I agree." The doctor shrugged nonchalantly and waved his hand. "Sunflower has the final say. This world belongs to Sunflower, not us."

Tony Stark was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He asked repeatedly with a tone of disbelief, "Then you are not just telling lies without any evidence, deceiving the other party out of thin air. I can't believe it, I can't believe it, I can't believe it."

After saying this, he looked the man up and down, his eyes almost filled with disbelief.

He really didn't expect that the doctor with thick eyebrows and big eyes would start to lie, because since he met the doctor, he seemed to have rarely seen the other party lie.

So he looked at the person and couldn't help but add, "I really didn't expect you to lie. How do you feel?"

"What's going on?" The doctor looked at the man in confusion.

"I mean, how does it feel to lie?" Tony Stark teased with a smile. In fact, he and the doctor had not had such a relaxed communication for a long time. Well, it didn't count what happened in this world. After all, the two of them talked about either experimental data, experimental data, or more experimental data.

So I talk a lot these days.

It's not that I'm bored or anything, I just want to relax and take a breath. Hopefully, next time when I discuss information with the other party, it won't cause psychological trauma, nausea, and vomit all over the floor.

Even though they all have a strong interest in scientific research, even though they all care about the people they care about, in a sense, their essence is also fragile. They are also lively guys with their own thoughts and lives.

Tony Stark could hardly remember how long it had been since he had a good party. He could hardly even remember the date over there, but he was still immersed in the laboratory.

Perhaps, this is because he is a hero.

Being a hero is a heavy responsibility and represents many things. It is not the kind of thing that you can just help out out of interest. That may be worthy of some admiration, but it does not warrant more cheers.

Because cheering and rejoicing, in itself, is heavy.

The doctor saw that Tony Stark was eager to relax. He was really afraid that he would be too tense and collapse, and then there would be no one to clean up the mess.

So the words that were on the tip of his tongue were turned around and turned into a joke.

"How can this feel? It's such a piece of cake. It's a pity that you weren't here when I blew up the bullhide into a balloon and watched it fly into the sky."

After he finished speaking, he changed the subject and turned to look at Sunflower who was still in a daze.

Ever since the war ended, he'd been in a daze. The fact that he'd gotten his revenge hadn't made him feel any easier. He was still wondering what the real value of their existence was. Were they just the creations of madmen? Were they created to fulfill their impossible, insane ideals?

This fact left the sunflower speechless. He even pinched his petals with his leaves in pain, making them wrinkled beyond recognition.

The pain became more and more intense, but his hands did not stop moving. Seeing that blood was about to splatter on the spot, the doctor reached out his hand and gently held his leaf to stop his movement.

"So Sunflower, have you made a decision?"

"What?" Sunflower didn't react. He was still thinking about the value of their existence.

"I mean, have you considered turning zombies back into humans?"

"me?"

"Yes, who else could it be but you? So have you made up your mind? Although I should tell you not to worry about you and that whatever decision you make is up to you, I still have to tell you that this is not a simple matter. This matter determines the life and death of another race. Their life and death depends on your decision."

"...This, this is too exaggerated." Sunflower subconsciously tried to break free from the doctor's restraints, but the doctor held her very tightly, and his struggles and escapes were completely useless.

"I'm not exaggerating. I'm just stating the facts. If you believe that humans no longer need to exist, then apart from Dave, there won't be any humans left in this world, and those mindless zombies roaming around will disappear in a few hundred or even decades."

"How can I make a decision about something like this so easily? I can't, at least not now. Let me think about it carefully. My mind is a bit too confused."

So he had to change his words and try to delay time.

"Okay, stop hesitating and make your decision. You've already made up your mind, haven't you? And I know what you're worried about. You think you're a species created by zombies, so how can you have the right to decide the life and death of other races? But zombies are just humans, too. No matter what, you're all independent individuals. From the moment you were born, the moment you possessed thoughts, you've all been independent individuals."

Sunflower lowered its huge head silently, then nodded slightly.

"I don't know if my decision is right, but I don't want them to become humans, nor do I want them to live in a muddle. As you said, from the moment they are created, everyone is an independent individual, so I want to put the decision in their hands. They also have thoughts and ideas, right? Then we should teach them how to do the right things and think the right ideas. If I simply restore them to humans, then wouldn't I be depriving another new group of people of their rights?"

After saying this, Sunflower let out a long sigh.

The doctor glanced at the other person and put on a silent smile.

The other party really gave him a big problem. If they just wanted to restore the zombies into humans, the information they had might be able to do it quickly. After all, they had done a lot of research in this area. However, teaching a new race from scratch was much more difficult than restoring an existing race.

But isn’t this the purpose of the chat group? It gives everyone the right to choose, and everyone has the right to choose the better one.

262 Mission Completed

The cool breeze blew on the heavy clothes and disappeared silently.

Before the doctor could even catch his breath, a small figure sat on his shoulder. It was so light, so light that if the other person had not turned his head to look at him, he would not even be aware of the other person's presence.

"Ghost, what are you doing?"

The doctor was interrupted by the other party's equally soft voice halfway through his question.

"Hard."

"I can see your emotions. They were very depressed before, and you were trying to comfort them in your own way, but your mood didn't get better, so I came to comfort you."

The ghost just looked at him like that until he saw the doctor's mood change from heavy to light, then he jumped lightly from his shoulder.

The doctor closed his eyes helplessly and laughed. It had been a long time since he had felt so completely seen through, especially since the one who saw through him was a ghost.

But he didn't hate this feeling. Warm souls would attract each other and bring more warmth.

He opened his eyes and was about to say thank you, but he saw that the other person had already walked away. Maybe there was no need to say thank you?

The doctor has always understood that ghosts are very pure. For example, if the other party regards comforting him as a goal, then as long as his mood becomes better, even if this goal is achieved, the remaining thanks and gratitude are not within its field of vision at all, and the ghost will not care.

Before the ghost had gone far, it was stopped by a voice that sounded aggrieved.

"Father." It was Green who called out. He squatted down, trying to look him in the eye. "I also want to be closer to Father, or to be of some help, even if it's just a small, insignificant favor."

The moment she saw the ghost sitting on the other's shoulder, Green almost couldn't control the fire in her hand. If possible, he also wanted such treatment. During this period of time, she always felt that she seemed to be more distant from her father.

The ghost looked up at the other person with some embarrassment, then reached out and touched the other person's lowered head.

It feels pretty good, no wonder so many people like to touch it, the ghost thought subconsciously.

After a moment of daze, Green became more excited. He wished that this time could stay a little longer. Even though the ghost's touch was completely random, he still squinted his eyes comfortably.

But unfortunately, the ghost withdrew his hand after seeing that the other party's originally chaotic red and black emotions had all turned into a unified joy.

Then he watched as the other person's mood returned to its chaotic state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

ghost:?????

On the other side.

The doctor has already discussed with Tony Stark that although the destructive power that technology itself may cause has been weakened to almost nothing in this world, it does not mean that the convenience of technology has been eliminated as well.

So it probably won't be long before Tony Stark will pack up a group of special robots for construction, teaching, medicine, and biology. Well, to be more precise, they should be artificial intelligence.

Recently, Tony Stark's research and development of artificial intelligence has reached the point where it can be completely identical to a real person. Emotions and autonomous learning have become basic functions. If it were not for its mecha-like appearance, it would probably be easily mistaken for a human.

The doctor had mentioned androids to the other party, but unfortunately, Tony Stark only rolled his eyes and scoffed at his suggestion. Aren't robots handsome? I'm tired of seeing the ugly and beautiful faces of humans, and making androids makes me feel like an unwanted pervert.

Then the question was left unresolved.

"Right, so how did you deal with that guy? And did you ask any questions for me?"

The doctor, remembering the question he hadn't even asked, calmly began to playfully change the subject. "I don't think it's necessary to ask this question. I guess it's like, why is Steve Wilson still available? Their inherent space is unsolvable, it must be a quirk of the world. That guy, that guy, no matter what, no matter what choice Sunflower makes, he's doomed to die."

"Is he destined to die?" Tony Stark raised his hand and touched his chin, as if he was lost in thought. Seeing that the doctor had finally fooled the enemy, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he picked himself up again.

"As for the issues with Steve Wilson and Sora, I've actually already investigated them. Steve's is relatively simple. He created that world, and the space itself was individually divided and crafted by him. As for the space on Sora's body, he also made it himself. After all, he has traveled to so many worlds. Wilson's is more magical. After all, he didn't have such abilities before he came here. After my extensive investigation, I found that it was space teleportation. When he was teleported here, the partially collapsed space was fixed on his body, forming his mobile space package. This is why he has space abilities. And by analyzing their space abilities, I have already made a qualified space storage device, but it's a little small."

As Tony Stark spoke, he gestured to a square space that was slightly smaller than himself.

"There's no other way. The instability of space is simply too strong. If we use technological means to cut it, it would be quite laborious."

The topic took a turn and then returned to its original point. "So you didn't ask anything? Right?"

Are you kidding? Tony Stark is a smart man after all. How could he be easily diverted by such a trick?