Su Hao felt that his interest in these secrets was getting stronger and stronger: "Pakistan? Why did he choose there?"

“There is a very old abandoned city, Mohenzo Daro.”

Wang Qinian's face looked a little pale under the light, but his eyes were still cold: "About Mohenzo Daro, you can check the relevant information on the computer. That place was suddenly destroyed in the middle of the Eighteen Worlds, and all the residents in the city died, so it is called "Dead Hill". The relevant documents do not record the destruction of the city. According to records, there were corpses everywhere in the city of Mohenzo Daro at that time. There have always been different versions of speculation about the truth about the Dead Hill. The reason why the Academy of Sciences accepted the invitation from District 5L and sent a special person to investigate the site of Mohenzo Daro because the two large-scale deaths in the ancient city of Lop Nur are similar to Mohenzo Daro."

"The expedition team has been in Mohenjo Daro for nearly three months. As for the city itself, we have nothing to do. In order to collect more information, at the request of the expedition team, Pakistan provided some of the remains of the residents of Mohenjo Daro, which were collected by the museum. Although it was only two legs, when DNA samples were analyzed, it was found that there were traces of virus transformation. The residual gene fragments were basically the same as those of the dead soldiers in the ancient city of Lop Nur. Since the entire experiment was conducted by scholars from both countries, both sides felt that this result was

Shocked. After several exchanges, both of them found that the trump card they had in their hands was not a secret. Americans would not know more than us, and what we called "secrets" were actually known by the Allies as early as the end of World War II. It was from that time that the real cooperation had just begun. Manuscripts, potions, spiral texts... Of course, they all hid some of the most important parts in each other's hands. Despite this, these publicly disclosed in the cooperative research project have already made us and the Americans extremely shocked and feared."

Wang Qinian's voice lowered and said at a volume that only he and Su Hao could hear: "Boy, I have told you a lot of secrets about the virus. According to the relevant regulations of the peace period, these things are confidential secrets that must not be disclosed."

Su Hao raised his head calmly. He didn't quite understand the old fat man's meaning, but it was obvious that Wang Qinian's words were definitely not boring talk.

Wang Qinian stared at him for a long time and slowly raised two fingers.

"Now, you have two choices: First, go back to the new Chengdu base city or Kunming, be your lieutenant colonel or researcher. The frontline needs combatants, and the Academy of Sciences needs first-hand observation data of mutant creatures. You are a down-to-earth guy, and no matter which side you stand on, you have a good future. But you must remember———Once you walk out of this room, you must forget what I just said. Even if you make those things public, no one will admit them. Including me, no secret master likes a fool who is too talkative and self-righteous. Yes, I appreciate you very much, but it does not mean that you can serve the arrogant and favor. If you say too many things too much, it will kill people."

Su Hao kept breathing smoothly. He smiled and nodded: "I understand what you mean."

The old fat man's face was slightly gentle, and he continued: "Before making the second choice, you must first answer a question."

Su Hao's expression was as usual: "Please say."

Wang Qinian closed his hands and stared at Su Hao with his eyes wrapped in countless wrinkles: "What conclusion can you draw from the historical precipitation I mentioned before?"

"in conclusion?"

Su Hao was slightly surprised by this question.

He did not respond immediately, and a brief silence fell into the room. Wang Qinian sat like a statue, waiting for the answer.

The minute hand on the wall quickly circled two times, looking back at the fat man's already impatient eyes, Su Hao calmed down and said seriously: "I think this sounds like a conspiracy. Well... or you should change a more appropriate word, or it can be said to be a plan."

The fat old man's gray eyebrows slightly raised: "Speak the key points"

"You said that all manuscripts obtained by the United States, the Soviet Union, or the Academy of Sciences have traces of repeated text stacking and duplication. Taking the treasure map we obtained from the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China as an example, it has been an extremely long time since the evolution from hieroglyphs to small seal scripts. Although I am not an archaeologist, I have some understanding of the concept of "text". In the eyes of modern people who are used to simplifying characters, it is extremely difficult to identify small seal scripts and requires a large number of classics. Not to mention hieroglyphs, except for experts who have studied this, ordinary people will not understand the meaning of it at all. Since manuscripts are not ordinary sheepskins, but unknown substances with self-healing characteristics, plus up to thirty-two layers of text stacking... I think they are not cultural relics at all, but tools to directly present in front of us and convey the information of the producer."

"The Arara Peak in the Caucasus Mountains, the ancient city base deep in Lop Nur, and the underground caves connecting the North and South Poles... The natural environment in these places is harsh and rarely visited. The Atlantis deliberately left these relics, leaving a large number of objects, including manuscripts, to convey to the outside world the news that they still exist. They seem to be familiar with us. Although it is not clear whether Atlantis have sneaked into civilized society, the main identity they play is still bystanders. From hieroglyphs to small seal scripts, and the superposition of dozens of layers of text in front means that those manuscripts must be in humans.

There have been countless occurrences and countless occurrences in history. The Atlantis must use texts that match the process of human civilization at that time, or have not yet been annihilated. Otherwise, even if the manuscript is discovered, no one can understand it. It is conceivable that even without Hitler and World War II, others will still look for them according to the manuscript. Deep in the Antarctic cave, what may fall down may not only be the Nazis who dream of reversing time, but also may be even more ancient, primitive, and even... highly civilized species that have been swallowed up by time but have not been discovered by us."

"After all, for the long years since the birth of the earth, the history of human civilization for thousands of years is almost short. We don't know what happened before? Has this planet born a more advanced civilized society? The texts on the manuscripts are stacked up to thirty-two layers, and the order of hieroglyphs cannot even enter the top ten. So, what is the point of making these manuscripts? Who did the words we have never seen before were written for?"

"The strange large-scale deaths in the ancient city of Lop Nur have occurred twice in a row. The incidents are less than twenty years apart. As you said: the search troops that entered the desert for the first time will not lie, nor will they conceal or omit the constant temperature freezer in the underground base. There has been emptied, but the same object appears again. The troops that entered the desert again strictly abide by the vigilance discipline. In the freezer that no one has ever touched, they will automatically release extremely infectious viruses... These events are not isolated. The answers are found in the most logical way of searching for the answers. "

"Yes, this is my conclusion——The Atlantis made manuscripts, and they had been in contact with humans. No matter any era, they tried to contact us. They left the memory and the boxes containing the potions in Lop Nur again in order to announce their existence to us. In order to get the news into the sight of those in power and to be valued, they did not hesitate to release viruses in the desert and kill everyone in the search army. Otherwise, even if they were infected with viruses and turned into zombies, the mutant creatures could still survive in extremely harsh environments, rather than becoming mummies under high temperatures."

"Only large-scale deaths and thousands of corpses will be taken seriously. I was originally confused by this idea, but you mentioned the dead hill city of Mohenzo Daro. Only viruses can turn the residents of the city into corpses in a short period of time. This is likely to be their showing of strength. Just like the Huns were driven out of the grasslands by us in ancient times and entered Europe all the way west. The first battle to contact the strange world of civilization was to declare strength and majesty by massacre of the city."

Wang Qinian sat peacefully on the high-back chair, his sharp eyes constantly scanning Su Hao's whole body. The old and sharp eyes were as bright as gems, enough to see through any fog.

His voice was as dull as sand: "I can give you ninety points for your answer. The facts basically match your guess. The only mistake is that you don't understand the Atlantis' thinking. They are more terrifying and unscrupulous than you think."

Su Hao suddenly felt that he had figured out something and asked, "What do you mean is the Atlantis who created a virus storm?"

Wang Qinian's face was extremely heavy: "They have been like this. In fact, it is not the first time in human history that a large-scale death caused by virus infection. Due to its great destructiveness, many people who survived by chance were no longer awake, so naturally there was no record. Many evidences disappeared with time. The most complete record so far is the "Black Death" that ravaged Europe in the Middle World. It was actually another type of virus mutation. Zombies and rats appeared at that time, but the relevant records were erased and there was no way for future generations to find them."

Su Hao's eyes froze and he asked, "Who is it?"

The old fat man glanced at him and said hatefully: "Who else can be there except those Atlantis bastards? They have long been able to handle this kind of thing. Some of the information is given by the Atlantis people by the Institute of Biological Warfare established by the Japanese invaders in the Northeast. Fortunately, the Japanese accidentally lost the viral primrose during contact. The relevant personnel had a low interpretation of the spiral-shaped text and had never been able to replicate a large-scale spread virus. Otherwise... the scale of the war would expand infinitely, and no one could predict the ending."

Su Hao looked at Wang Qinian with a complicated expression, opened his mouth but did not speak.

The old fat man looked at him calmly and said lightly: "I can understand your thoughts at this moment. Anyone with normal thinking will instinctively list me as an enemy when he hears these secrets."

Su Hao nodded silently.

"Yes, we knew that there would be a virus storm. We watched as many as 50% of the people on the earth become zombies. Although we did a lot of response in advance, we could only preserve the most basic and elite military forces. I can justify these behaviors and tell you that it was because it was impossible to produce immune drugs on a large scale at that time. There was no accurate data on strengthening drugs at that time, and there was no idea of ​​the specific ways and direction of biological mutation... We knew nothing about many things and could only prepare for future disasters according to the normal way of thinking of humans. We built high walls and built bases, but we were not sure whether doing so could really eliminate the virus? We interpreted spiral texts with the Americans. Half a year later, the Russians joined in, and then Germany and France. Five countries reached a secret agreement to concentrate their efforts to interpret the information in the memory. We..."

"You have given up a lot of people, billions of people."

Su Hao interrupted Wang Qinian without hesitation: "You are watching them die without doing anything, and you are infected and starved to death without being moved. I began to understand a little, why do you have to start the conversation with "Noah's Ark" - you are all insiders who are familiar with the oracle of God, and you think ordinary people will never understand the truth. So you build bases like Noah and keep the indispensable seeds of future civilization... Hahahaha, is this what you are going to tell me next? It is indeed full of justice and is indeed high-sounding. However, if you think of those who have died and mutated, they don't even have the chance to leave last words and epitaphs."

Wang Qinian's expression gradually became colder, like a sculpture shrouded in darkness.

"Boy, you are a guy with a sense of justice all over your body. I really don't understand. You should choose the first path I gave you. That is in line with your life where you may become a hero."

"hero?"

Su Hao exhaled a long breath and slowly regained his rationality and calmness. He laughed strangely: "No, I just want to know the truth."

The old fat man looked at him with great pleasure: "I have told you the truth."

"But that's not all----"

Suddenly, Su Hao roared without any warning: "Besides the strange deaths and Atlantis, what else have you told me? Everything is your guess, guess, billions of human beings died because of this, what have you done? Keep the seeds of civilization? Continue the race? All the fucking nonsense is nonsense. Well, you said there were not enough vaccines before the disaster broke out, so what now? Why not let the people enter the base? Why not eliminate the mutant creatures entrenched in the city? Don't use the official face

The above emphasized that I talked about the data. I have been in the New Chengdu Base City for several months and I know the true strength of the military. Why not use nuclear bombs? Where are the heavy bombers? Why not use heavy artillery groups to cover abandoned cities with firepower? Those mutant creatures are actually very fragile. Bullets can kill them, and shells and bombs are equally effective. But what have you done? Only infantry and armored troops attack the city... Do you still think that people are not dead enough?"

"Don't use damn radiation as an excuse. You can ask someone who wants to survive in a ray-filled environment? Or have you ever had to worry about monsters running out of abandoned cities?"

"We have to solve all this and restore the world to its original civilized order. I beg you... This is not a world full of sunshine and happiness at all. I can't see the future. I don't know where the road is. It's full of death and corpses. It's hell...it's hell----"

Su Hao's voice became louder and louder. He felt his eyes blurred and his ears were filled with the wailing of the dead. He could no longer think, his mind was covered with corpses and bones, and his body was covered with wet blood. This terrible illusion spread throughout the room. Wang Qinian in front of him seemed to have turned into a zombie, his face was full of rotten flesh, and his white eyeballs were hanging outside his sockets.

"We have to do something, we must do something..."

Su Hao said to himself in great pain: "To stop all this, I will kill them all."

Wang Qinian sat calmly, and his identity as the dean could not play any role at this moment. He could feel Su Hao's pain and sadness, but did not speak, but just silently let the other party vent.

Angry roar alarmed Ye Ying outside the room. She pushed open the door and happened to meet Wang Qinian's cold gaze. The latter waved his hand gently, and Ye Ying nodded silently and slowly exited the room.

"Frugality and tyranny are not the patent of young people. Silly brat, are you threatening me?"

Wang Qinian's voice was a little cold, but it was not difficult to hear the concern.

Su Hao tried hard to control his wild emotions, wiped his face hard, blinked his sore and swollen eyes hard, and asked heavily: "Tell me, what should I do?"

Roaring is just a vent.

Su Hao never regarded the old fat man as an enemy. This has long been proven by decades of experience in the future world.

Wang Qinian stood up straight, his face calm and calm, but his tone was sonorous and powerful.

"As you said just now, kill them and try to kill as much as possible."

"Who are you referring to? Atlantis?"

"No, it's those mutated creatures."

"Why aren't real disaster makers? Just dropping them directly can really solve the problem."

“It’s not time yet.”

This answer is equivalent to saying nothing. Su Hao raised his head and asked with anger: "You should tell me more, rather than hide the answer."

The old fat man suddenly laughed: "Boy, it will be of no benefit to you when you know too much in advance. I have told you a lot of things. If you didn't see the bottle of red energy potion and your previous achievements, you wouldn't even hear a word."
Chapter completed!