C4 Red Eye Disease(4)

The man grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and used the gear with the other hand to step heavily on the accelerator pedals.

The car suddenly accelerated and rushed out of the destroyed school gate.

On the way, there was a school security guard who was infected with the Red Eye blocking in front of him. However, he was ruthlessly knocked to the side by the man. He did not care if the security guard would be injured or killed. This style, coupled with the pistol from before, makes me think about the underworld when I speculate about his occupation. Aoba, who was beside him, seemed to have thought of the same thing. Her facial expression seemed to be slightly stiff.

The car rushed onto a highway.

"Yukio, are they your friends?" The man asked as he drove the car.

"Yes, Aoba is my friend." Yukio stuck her head out of the passenger seat and looked at me in the back. " But this guy... Are you Aoba's boyfriend?"

"Eh?" Aoba's face immediately turned red.

"Isn't it?" Yukio was very good at reading people's expressions. "But didn't you guys hold hands together from the beginning?"

Previously, they had been holding hands together. Previously, in order to prevent Aoba from being separated from me in the chaotic corridor, I specially grabbed her hand and did not let go until now. This was not because I wanted to take advantage of her, but because I really forgot to let go. She seemed to have also forgotten about this matter due to her nervousness. She grabbed even harder than I did. Although I welcome beautiful girls to hold hands with me, it does seem that I'm being too frivolous now.

I took the initiative to let go of Aoba's hand.

"I am Aoba's distant relative." I replied to Yukio in this manner.

"A distant relative... I remember you saying your name was Ning Hai? Aoba actually had a distant relative in Z Country, what a surprise."

Although she said that, Yukio still accepted it.

I looked out the window.

At this moment, the road was also in chaos. There were damaged vehicles and wandering Red Eye people everywhere. The car we were in was passing through the road at a speed that was above a limit. While agilely avoiding the abandoned car, It also violently knocked away the patients who were blocking the road. After a while, we have pulled a long distance away from the school.

"Is it really okay to hit them like this?" Aoba asked uneasily.

I can see that she is very worried about the patients who were knocked flying by the car, but standing on the side of the rescued patients, she does not have much right to speak about this matter.

"The Red Eye cannot be cured." The man in the driver's seat gave an explanation.

Aoba did not have time to ask, but Yukio asked first.

"Didn't you say that the American medical team hired by the municipal government is developing a special medicine?" She asked, "I saw it on the news. They said that the research and development progress has made a major breakthrough. The successful research and development of the special medicine is just around the corner."

I also saw this piece of news.

Compared to the fact that the local medical team was powerless against the Red Eye, the American medical team was progressing smoothly. This was how the news was publicized.

"That's just a false advertisement." The man sneered disdainfully. "First, they publicized the incompetence of the local medical team, and then they publicized the strength of the American medical team. This was to convince the people. Because if they just blindly reported good news, it would not be able to reduce the panic of the townsfolk, so the city government took out the failed news. It would make the townsfolk feel that this was a true report. Then, it would be used as a back-up for the publicity and make full use of the townsfolk's flirtatious attitude. We'll make the townsfolk think that the Red Eye can really cure them... "

Yukio was speechless. She immediately asked," But, Dad, how did you know about this? "

"I have my own channels." The man gave a brief perfunctory reply.

"In other words, the people outside are all..." Aoba looked outside the window with a complicated expression.

"That's right, they will not be able to return to their original state even if they die." The man calmly stated the cruel reality.

"That's not necessarily true, right?" Yukio said unhappily, "Technology has always been improving. Sooner or later, one day..."

The man did not reply.

Ten minutes later, the car arrived at the main entrance of a villa.

The villa was surrounded by houses and the neighborhood was filled with residential areas. At this moment, there were very few people walking on the road. There were only three patients wandering around. They noticed the car and approached us, trying to attack us.

The man got out of the car, took out a gun, and shot through the calf of one of the patients, causing blood to flow out.

The other two patients came to a position very close to the car.

I got out of the car and kicked a patient's head. With the help of the Psychokinesis, this kick caused the patient to faint.

"Kid, you did well." The man stood on the other side of the car and cast an appreciative gaze. "However, next time, don't lift your leg so high. It's very easy to be flipped over."

In the martial arts circle, there are rules that cannot be kicked to the knee. Even I, an outsider, have heard of them. This is because a person's legs are the key to moving and also the foundation of balance. It is difficult for a person who raises his leg high to move. It is also easy to break the balance of the stance; however, this common sense does not have any effect on me. My movement and balance can be replaced by Psychokinesis, so I can use all kinds of poses to kick people without worry.

At this time, two of the three patients who are approaching us have already been rendered powerless by us.

The man was about to use a pistol to deal with the last patient when he saw Yukio also get out of the car. She held an iron hand in her hand and rushed towards the patient.

"Wait, Yukio!" The man lost his composure and shouted.

The patient held a steel rod. When he saw Yukio rushing over, he immediately aimed it at her head and violently smashed it down.

Yukio agilely dodged the attack and quickly scuttled behind the patient. Then, she swung her iron hand and hit the back of the patient's head violently.

The patient's whole body stiffened and fell down powerlessly.

"Hehe, I killed him." Yukio proudly said the word 'V' to us.

The man let out a long sigh of relief.

"Don't take such a risk next time. It's too dangerous." He frowned. "Besides, it's very difficult for me to aim if you do that. What if the bullet hits you?"

"It's alright." Yukio seemed very confident. "I have practiced swordsmanship before. I can knock down such a small character in an instant."

"Danger is danger. There will be no next time." The man did not budge an inch.

Aoba also got out of the car and helped to persuade, "I also feel that it is best not to casually get close to them..."

"Yes, leave the battle to us." I said.

"Ning Hai, don't take the risk." Aoba looked at me nervously.

Did this guy forget that I know Superpower?

"You're right. Fighting is an adult's business. You kids don't need to take risks." The man agreed with Aoba's words.

"You guys..." Yukio muttered, "I know."

I feel that she did not take these words to heart at all.

"Hurry up and enter the house. Otherwise, there will be another battle later." The man turned around and bent down into the car. "I'll go park first and get out of the car. Yukio, bring them into the house."

"Yes -" Yukio dragged her voice.

Then, the man drove the car to the garage not far away. Yukio took out the key and opened the iron door in front of her.

After passing through the small courtyard in front of the villa, we entered the house.

"Here, slippers." Yukio took out two pairs of brand new slippers that had yet to be unsealed from the shoe cabinet at the entrance, "Our house seldom has guests, so the slippers prepared for the guests are not needed. Now we finally have a chance to use them."

"Thank you." Aoba politely thanked him.

Yukio smiled and changed into her slippers.

"I'll make tea for you guys. Wait in the living room for a while." She left first.

After changing into slippers, we came to a spacious and bright living room.

"So big..." Aoba looked around.

I sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control, and turned on the big screen TV on the opposite side.

Beep.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

The television only played a snowflake.

I switched to several channels in succession. It was all like this, and nothing could be broadcasted.

If I continue to play, I will only be able to make annoying sounds. I had no choice, I turned off the television.

"There's nothing at all." Aoba gently sat beside me.

"Let's see if the Internet can still be connected later." I took out my black phone. "I don't know what the third person's situation is."

"The third person? Ah, it's Alphonse Elric, right?" Aoba also thought of this person. "He never came to school. I don't know if he encountered some problem."

Aoba had said before that if we likened our experiences to a game, Then going to school was a task. If we don't complete the task, will we be punished? I don't know, but judging from the current situation, even if you complete the mission, you won't receive any rewards.

"Maybe he came to the school before, but didn't contact us." I said.

"Why didn't he contact us..." Aoba was very confused.

"Who knows."

Actually, I have an idea about this, and that is... What if, like me, the third person encountered a Red Eye person right after coming to this world. Furthermore, he was killed by him, so it's understandable that he didn't contact us.

Why would a dead person contact a living person?

Looking at Aoba's appearance, she did not seem to have met a patient from the very beginning.

With a precautionary attitude, I asked Aoba and she denied it.

"If I had met patients from the very beginning, perhaps I would not have been able to go to school." Aoba revealed a look of lack of confidence, "Up until now, I have also been protected and did not have any help..."

"Yes, what a waste."

Hearing what I said on purpose, Aoba revealed an even more depressed expression.

"But..." I changed the topic. "The game perspective that you mentioned earlier is very helpful to me. If you didn't say that, I wouldn't have thought of this. Thank you."

" Eh?" Aoba was very surprised, "No, I was just saying it casually... Furthermore, comparing reality to a game or something, it is really too ridiculous..."

"We have already fallen into an absurd situation. What is wrong with looking at the current situation from an absurd perspective?" I slowly denied her lack of confidence, "The idea you put forward is valuable, I am willing to believe it."

While encouraging Aoba with words, I also tried to reflect on my own state of mind. What exactly am I thinking? The reason why I encourage Aoba is not because I truly believe in her wholeheartedly. Even if Aoba was a charming opposite sex and had a personality that seemed like she would not do anything bad, To me, she is just a stranger that I have just met for less than a day. My motivation to encourage her is 70% to believe in her ideas. 30% is to take advantage of her depression to gain her trust. The word impure motive is probably prepared for me to do such a thing.

Aoba's face lit up a little.

"Thank you." She whispered and smiled at me.

I felt that her thanks to me were sincere. Although this was what I wanted to see, it brought me a little guilt.

"Speaking of which..." I changed the topic, "Why did you think of using the game to explain your current situation at the beginning?"

Aoba blinked her purple eyes.

"Because... I am a member of the game company."

"Game company?" I suddenly remembered that Aoba was a social person who was older than me.

Unknowingly, I thought of her as a younger girl.

"Hmm, Ning Hai, are you interested in the game?" Aoba asked me.

"I guess I am. Although I'm not particularly interested, I'll pay more attention to it. " I said.

"Then, have you heard of @ @ @ # # 136C7f1@ # # 7E9683B8 @ # # 13d2E954 @ # # @ # AbdD6713808A @ # # 177F0327 @ # # E919Cb @ @ # # @ # @ # F2A385D257AE4 @ @ # # 10D7353 @ # # 19 DFE8B2 @ # # D003BE EAGLEJUMP # @ @ # # @ # @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @? " Aoba asked again.

Eggler JuMP? What was that, Eagle Jump? No, because the name had a JUMP, it might have something to do with comics...

I thought for a while and replied, "I've never heard of it."

Aoba seemed to have received a blow.

"I... I've never heard of it..." She found herself an explanation, "By the way, Ning Hai, you're from Z Country, right? It's normal that you haven't heard of it. Yes, it's very normal. "

"What's EAG JuMP?" I'll ask for the time being.

"It's the name of the game company I'm working for." Aoba pulled herself together. "I'm in charge of the role design work, but I just started working not long ago, so I can only be a villager or something like that."

"So that's how it is."

Eggler JuMP, it didn't seem to be a famous game company.

Although I am only interested in the game to the extent of "paying attention to it," if it is a famous game company... Even if I can't make a detailed introduction, as long as I hear the name... As for the name of Eggler JuMP, I don't even have an impression of it being the size of a grain of rice.

"Is it hard to make a game?" I asked.

"It's hard... However, everyone took good care of me. As long as I'm with everyone, no matter how much work I have to do, I'm willing to do it." Aoba looked very motivated.

How should she describe her current condition? I remember that I have heard of this term before. Yes, it seems to be called club...

At this moment, Yukio came over with a tray and interrupted my thoughts.

"Aoba, are you making a game?" She placed the tray on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "You have never told me what kind of game you are making."

It seems that she heard the end of our conversation.

Aoba panicked and did not know how to reply. Her real identity is the game company's character designer, but in this world, her identity is only that of a high school girl. The two identities conflict.

"This, this... What I do is..." She revealed a conflicted expression. The conflicting emotions of not wanting to lie and not being able to tell the truth were all written on her face.

"Hmm?" Yukio was puzzled by Aoba's reaction.

I am the only one who can help.

"Rance10." I replied on Aoba's behalf.

Both of them showed an expression of "Wow, what is this?" at the same time.

"Never heard of it." Yukio said.

It was better if she had never heard of it.

"Ah, right, I almost forgot the proper business." Yukio said to us, "It's almost lunchtime. I'll make lunch for you guys. What do you guys like to eat? There are still a lot of ingredients in the fridge. I'll make them for you guys."

" Let me help. " I stood up from the sofa.

"No need, no need." Yukio waved her hand. "How can I let the customer cook? I will do it myself."

Although she occasionally had a very thick mind, in this kind of place, she was very particular.

"It doesn't matter. Although the dishes I make are very hard to eat, I am very confident in cutting vegetables." I said.

"I don't even know how to retort with your words." Yukio was speechless.

"Speaking of which..." Aoba looked around, "Yukio, your father went to stop the car, right?"

"Yes, yes." Yukio nodded.

"But why hasn't he come back yet?" Aoba looked a little worried.

Yukio was silent for a while and then said, "You are right. It does not take that long to stop the car. Could it be..."

Could it be that there was an accident?

We looked at each other.