Annihilation

In the past few days, Li has not been harassed. Although it has spread on the Internet, the upper echelons still have to experiment for a while. Therefore, the government recently sent a special force to the disaster area to conduct experiments, and the results of the experiments have come out. , that is, the music played by Li does have the effect of fascinating the living dead. The special forces used Li's music to surround and kill many living dead. It can be said that the living dead stood there and let the special forces kill them.

Not only country C, but other countries have adopted the same method and achieved brilliant results.

The results of the experiment came out. Other countries came to country C and asked Wenren Lv from C to play a few more songs. Maybe there would be other effects, so old man Wenren approached Lv to talk.

"Lü, just play a few more pieces, and let us see what effects the other pieces will have." It's really amazing that a piece of music has a stronger effect than the superhuman's combat power, because Li's piece has been identified After that, it doesn't have any supernatural powers working in it, it's completely the effect played by the law.If Li can play a forbidden song like Black Friday, making the living dead commit suicide automatically,...

Lu turned his head away, unmoved, on the surface he looked unwilling, but he was sighing in his heart, it was useless, even if he played, it was useless.

No matter what the old man Wenren said, Lu was not moved.To Lü, Mr. Wenren really couldn't get angry.In fact, Li doesn't necessarily have to play. The current life has given humans a chance to gain the upper hand. Let Li play a few songs, and it is also out of the desire to understand the effect of these concerts. .

"My music is not a weapon." Not a prop to kill.

With this sentence, Li blocked the mouths of many people. When Ji Feiyan heard this sentence, she felt a little embarrassed, because she used music as a weapon, a weapon to kill people.Unknowingly, Lu hit Ji Feiyan again.

Human beings think they are sure to win, but only Law knows that Baberet is playing. He wants human beings to gain hope and then break their hopes. This is Baberet's favorite game. He likes to beat human beings, and he is very keen on it.

Another morning, Qin Zhan prepared a sumptuous breakfast diligently and virtuously, and Lu had become accustomed to sitting at the dining table very calmly, accepting Qin Zhan's attentive service.

The new articles on TV are still reports about disasters, but now the host is bold, playing music played by the law, and reporting on dangerous areas for live broadcast. The host is very calm, with a calm smile on his face, if it is not The background behind it is really unbelievable, how dangerous the environment around the host is at the moment.This may be because of the professionalism of the host, perhaps a kind of acting skills, or it may be because of the confidence brought to the host by Lil's music effects.

However, the host’s screen did not last long, and snowflakes began to appear on the screen. Modern electronic equipment is of high quality, and black and white snowflakes will not appear due to the problem of the TV itself. There is a problem with the very stable signal today, one is invaded, and the other is a problem with the line.Either way is not a good thing.

The black and white snowflakes are gradually decreasing, appearing on the screen is not the picture just now, the background of the blue sky is so vast, in this moment of frequent disasters, who still has the heart to look up at the blue sky, it feels so refreshing to see it at this time, This shooting location is on the top floor of a building.

From the screen, you can also see some ruined city scenes from an overhead angle. There are still walking dead in the city, and you can also vaguely hear the music that has been frequently played recently. It has given many people hope. Every living person plays this music, because it can calm the living dead and make the living safe. Therefore, this song is played every day, but no one gets tired of it. The music itself Not to mention its charm, just a little bit of it can save lives, and no one dares to get tired of it.

The transition of the screen made people think that the transition caused the snowflakes just now, and no one felt disturbed.

"It's really beautiful music." Following the voice, a person appeared in the screen, wearing a neat silver-gray suit and a top hat on his head, so that everyone could not see his appearance clearly, and looked at their figures with his back The scenery under the building seems to be enjoying the music.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot all the audience. This music is so beautiful that even the living dead will be addicted to it." The man in the top hat turned around. The shadow of the top hat made him invisible, and neither did humans. Thinking about it, I thought it was the hosting style.

The man in the top hat took off his top hat, revealing a handsome face of a middle-aged man. His gray hair was neatly combed, and he had a kind and elegant smile on his face, just like a reserved gentleman in Europe. Back, bow, that is a very strict standard of interest, if the existing royal etiquette teacher is still there, he will definitely give this person full marks.

"Hello, audience, I'm Jeff." Gentleman introduced himself. So far, no one thinks it's unusual. He appreciates Gentleman's different hosting style. "It's the living dead in your mouth,"

Well, all the audience was stunned because they heard it wrong.

"But I prefer to call myself a mutant." Jeff corrected the title problem of the world here, "By the way, many viewers thought I was joking. I'm sorry, this is not a joke. If there are viewers who change channels, they will definitely I found out, now all the stations only broadcast one content, and online viewers don’t think your computer is broken, now the whole world is broadcasting my program.”

Hearing what Jeff said, Qin Zhan's first reaction was to change the channel. Sure enough, as Jeff said, it was all about the same content.

"Don't even think that I'm making up a story. I'm indeed a mutant. You may not think so, but how much do you know about mutants?" Jeff's elegant smile seemed a little scary in the eyes of everyone.

"My great master is very displeased with your act of massacring the living dead with the beautiful music of life. Therefore, the master decides that the mutants have declared war on you." Jeff issued the letter of war with a smile.

"My great master is very fair, knowing that you humans know nothing about mutants, so I specially asked you to give an explanation so that you can understand the strength of mutants." Regarding the matter of exposing your own strength, in No one in the mutant group raised an opinion, because they have the strongest master, and they believe they will win.

"The mutants are divided into five classes. The higher class has absolute deterrence and control over the lower class. The lower class will not resist the upper class. The first class is the living dead you know. They have no consciousness, only looking for food and Instinct to eat, their strength has probably increased ten times compared to when they were alive, but their speed has not changed much. So far, their weakness is that they will die if they get headshots, and there is another surprising weakness, they are actually addicted to music. "Jeff shook his head, feeling ashamed of the weakness of the living dead.

"The living dead of the second level, you haven't met them yet, it doesn't matter, you will meet them soon, they are infinitely powerful and extremely fast, their power is ten times that of the first level, such things as headshots, Even if they are not the living dead, they will die, but they will not be addicted to music anymore, they only have one idea of ​​killing their prey. Recently, quite a few of the first class will evolve to the second class."

This news is bad for humanity, and what follows will only be worse.

"Everyone must think that there is no difference between the first level and the second level except for the difference in strength. In fact, I think so too, so I don't call them mutants, but the living dead. The third level can be called Mutants, they have the power of the second tier, but their special feature is that they have wisdom."

wisdom?All those who are interested are heartbroken when they hear this.

"The third level is no longer ignorant beasts, they are advanced creatures with wisdom, and even, they regained the memory before they became the living dead, but this is meaningless to them, it is just an experience, they have no feelings , Everything in the past was like a documentary, giving them common sense and wisdom. Don’t think that they will be the same kind of human beings, because their recipes are different from yours. The mutants are the same as the living dead, and their food is human beings.”

"The mutants of the third level are very smart, so smart that you call them geniuses. A memory is the most basic ability of a mutant. However, compared with the fourth level, the third level is far behind. I happened to It's the fourth level me."

"If there's anything special about it, there are supernatural beings among humans, right?"

Qin Zhan already had a premonition when he heard this, sure enough.

"The fourth level is the supernatural beings of mutants."

A feeling of despair permeated the hearts of the audience, and some people didn't want to believe it.

"That's it, my explanation is over," Jeff bowed slightly, still in the same elegant standard, but no one liked him, he stood up straight, put on his top hat, and looked like a gentleman, "By the way, I forgot to let you You introduce the fifth level, there is only one existence in this level, our great master. The strongest existence." Jeff's face was full of awe. "The master said that he wanted to kill all the human beings, but we still have to go back and persuade them. Human beings are our food. What would we eat without them?" Jeff spoke in distress about a topic that made human beings tremble, and then Disappear.

The snowflakes flashed again on the screen on the TV. After the snowflakes disappeared, it was the host who had just seen it. There was no smile on his face. It rushed out at a speed invisible to the naked eye, the people behind the host had been torn apart, and now it was the host.

The camera was overturned, wailing screams and tragic solutions were heard endlessly, bright bright red splashed onto the lens, and cruel traces were drawn on the lens.