After the Strange Talk Prevails

"Huh! Are you a Virgin? Now I am still talking about the moral bottom line. If you don't let them eat that thing, you have to feed them with cans! What if the food in the car is eaten in the end? Everyone starved to death together? You know They eat one day less, we can live one more day." The conjurer sneered.

　　 Zhou Ming glanced at him: "Then? How can you be sure that the food they saved is just enough for us to go out?"

　　 "I'm not sure, but this will improve our chances of survival. As you said, it's a simple mathematical calculation." The conjurer's eyes were hidden behind the poker-shaped mask, staring coldly at Zhou Ming.

　　 Everyone saw Zhou Ming's expression indifferently, and they were not afraid. Instead, they gave out a sneer.

　　 "Hehe, is it? You said to increase the chance of survival? If it is to increase our chance of survival, I have no problem, but now you exclude the gang of slaves from us, and there will be no way out in the next few days?

　　 "When the time comes, will you again exclude the paid boss from ‘us’ to improve our chances of survival?

　　 "If the boss runs out in the end, will you be using us? At that time, you will increase your chances of survival, right."

　　 After finishing speaking, Zhou Ming suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at the cursor's face.

　　 "Did you say I was right!" Zhou Ming asked coldly.

　　 The bodies of the other mercenaries reacted instinctively, and they all pointed their guns at Zhou Ming. Suddenly, more than a dozen black hole muzzles were pointed at Zhou Ming.

　　 "Don't mess around!" the poisonous scorpion shouted coldly.

　　 In the distance, the drivers and guides who did not participate in the voting also looked towards this side, and the situation suddenly became tense.

　　 Every mercenary puts his finger on the trigger of the rifle, and his muscles are always tense.

　　Wang Siyan also pointed the knife at Zhou Ming, saying "Calm down, don't mess around" just like everyone else, but he kept his eyes on other people, focusing on the fingers of the gunmen.

　　 At this moment, the mood of these mercenaries and hermits is very complicated. On the one hand, Zhou Ming aimed his gun at his companion, which is undoubtedly an intolerable move.

But on the other hand, what Zhou Ming said also touched them deeply. There are no real companions in this stone mound. Everyone is just the food reserve of other people. Now they can use other people as the food reserve, then it may also be possible in the future. Used as reserve food by others.

　　 Zhou Ming turned a blind eye to the deep muzzle around him, staring at the conjurer's eyes, smiled, and put the gun down.

　　 "It's just a joke, I just want you to feel the suspicion of each other."

"What do you mean?"

　　 The poisonous scorpion did not relax his vigilance at all when he heard Zhou Ming's words. Even though Zhou Ming had put down the gun, he did not give up using the gun to aim at the opponent.

"If you indulge slaves to eat corpses, in the end we will become what we were just like. Once we can treat the same kind as food, there will be no real companions. All the companions are only themselves, and the team will split into individuals. You Do you want this to happen?"

　　 The poisonous scorpion put the gun down, took a look at the conjurer next to him, and found that the other party didn't seem to be angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What do you think?"

　　 "I actually do not oppose your idea, but there are logical problems in the actual implementation process."

　　 "What is the logical problem?" the scorpion asked.

"It can't be said to be a logical problem. It should be said to be a problem of the definition of a group. As you think, those corpses can indeed be used as emergency food, but why do you want to eat for the slaves instead of yourself? Who? Can you tell me why?"

　　 Zhou Ming looked around for a week, and no one spoke.

So he continued: "Because you didn't treat them as human beings anymore, you allowed them to do that kind of thing, but have you ever thought that once you have this idea, then subconsciously they have become living food? If you use this method to define their identities, then your own identities will also be defined by others, because this rule is acquiesced by everyone."

　　 Zhou Ming raised his hand and pointed at the conjurer: "He is the strongest person. In his eyes, everyone is not human."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Ming pointed to the hermits wearing masks next to him: "In their eyes, we mercenaries with guns may not be human...Similarly, in our eyes, the passengers may not be human, and the passengers are also. It is possible to treat slaves improperly."

　　Speaking of this, Zhou Ming paused: "It's okay to eat the same kind, but everyone must be treated the same."

　　 "Hahahaha! Funny, do you mean let us eat that stuff too?" The conjurer let out a sneer.

　　 "I didn't say that. I support the discarding of the body, but if you don't want to lose it, then I think you must share it." Zhou Ming said.

　　 A hermit said: "You are crazy."

"I'm not crazy. People like you who have the lower priority of being eaten probably can't understand what I said just now, but I think they should be able to." Zhou Ming turned his head and looked at the meditating mercenaries around them. NS.

　　 "It seems that my words have touched their souls." Zhou Ming smiled, "Do you want to vote again?"

　　 Other people looked up and saw Zhou Ming’s smile, and they trembled ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and felt a strange horror.

　　 The poisonous scorpion stared into Zhou Ming's eyes, and finally said, "If you think you should throw away the body, please raise your hand."

　　 This time, many people raised their hands without hesitation. Although Zhou Ming knew that the high probability was not because of conscience, but because of self-protection behavior at the lower reaches of the food chain, his goal was indeed achieved.

　　 It was Zhou Ming and others who were finally responsible for handling the corpse. When the slave compartment was opened, a **** scent of human flesh came out. The smell of excrement and urine mixed with the smell of rottenness, stimulating every olfactory cell in the nasal cavity.

Zhou Ming almost vomited due to a physiological reaction, but the slaves who stayed in the carriage sat silently. Some of them had blood stains on their mouths. Several people were sitting in a circle around a corpse, like a group of devouring carrion. Hyena.

　　 The human component that Zhou Ming saw from them is already very thin. In his eyes, these people are more like beasts with human wisdom.

Zhou Ming got used to the disgusting smell. He jumped into the car, dragged the corpses out of the crowd, and threw them out one by one. When he did this, many slaves were at a loss and a few wanted to come up. Stop Zhou Ming, but didn't dare.

　　 They watched Zhou Ming and the others throw all the bodies out of the car.

　　 "People can't eat people. There is still enough food. We don't need to do this." Zhou Ming said to them.

　　 All the slaves looked at Zhou Ming quietly, their expressions deeply shocked.

　　 Finally, a male slave stood up from the crowd and said in a hoarse, dry voice, "What should I do if I ate all the food."

　　 "Even then what we ate was still the same." Zhou Ming replied coldly.

　　 His words are so natural and unquestionable.