Old Hei said irritably, "This won't work, that won't work either, why not just kill off the few in power in front, then the rest won't dare to disobey."
"Old Black!"
Realizing he had become emotional and frightened the children, Lao Hei felt incredibly guilty: "I'm sorry, I acted impulsively."
He got up and went outside, then lit a cigarette. When he saw Song Ziyang follow him out, he immediately put the cigarette out.
“You adults just carry too heavy a burden of responsibility,” Song Ziyang said, leaning against the wall and looking at the sky. “Before we came to the base, everyone was doing just fine, weren’t we?”
“But things are different now. Now we have the ability to make changes…”
"So what?" Song Ziyang turned to look at him. "Why do you take yourself so seriously? Why do you shoulder the fate of humanity?"
"But if I could do it, and yet I did nothing, my conscience wouldn't allow it."
"Why not take it slow? The development of human society cannot be driven by one person alone. This apocalypse cannot be changed by one person either. If you are too radical, aren't you afraid of becoming another Zhong Xun and Dr. Jia?"
"How is that possible?"
“When you carry too much on your shoulders, you are easily swayed. I used to be just as irritable as you, and I couldn’t understand why I was missing an arm, and even after the apocalypse, I didn’t have any superpowers. But Uncle Black, do you know how I came to my senses later?”
Old Hei looked at him curiously: "How did you come to that conclusion?"
"Because of Madam Song, Madam Song just mentioned drawing her blood. Aren't you curious why that could influence Dr. Jia's research direction?"
When he asked that question, Lao Hei finally realized, "That's right, what secret does Sister Song's blood hold?"
"I only told you this after I confirmed you were one of us. Uncle Min probably already guessed that Song's mother had actually been infected with the zombie virus."
Old Hei was shocked: "How is this possible?"
"Didn't you ever think about why Madam Song could only speak in two or three words at most? Didn't you ever think about how Madam Song never demonstrated any specific supernatural abilities? Didn't you ever think about why Madam Song could control so many zombies?"
"But if you've been infected, how come you're fine?"
"It's not that nothing happened, but rather that Song's mother, out of distrust of us, slowly evolved into what she is now. At first, Song's mother was just like any other zombie, without any rationality. We never expected that Song's mother could evolve to be no different from a normal person and become what they call the zombie king."
Old Hei was stunned for a long time after hearing this; the secret had a huge impact on him!
From the beginning of the apocalypse, his understanding was that zombies were the mortal enemy of survivors, and that to restore the pre-apocalyptic situation, all zombies had to be killed.
But now, if we tell him that Sister Song, who fought alongside them, was actually infected with the zombie virus, wouldn't that mean it's possible for humans to coexist with each other?
Old Black's breathing quickened. If only he had the wisdom to conduct that research, then they wouldn't have to worry about the risk of their secret being discovered.
"I know you want to save as many people as possible, but we can't rush it. Looking back at our history, was the Qin Dynasty in a hurry to unify the six states? It accumulated strength generation after generation, and only then did it achieve the First Emperor's hegemony. Was Empress Wu Zetian in a hurry to become empress? Didn't she also lay a solid foundation before stabilizing the court? The great leader led the masses to establish the new China, and it was also a difficult start of encircling the cities from the countryside that opened up a new era."
Song Ziyang let out a soft breath: "We are now facing a situation of human survival, which is more difficult than ever before. Therefore, we must take it slowly and not be impatient. Some sacrifices are inevitable in this process. If we are impatient and the flame of hope is extinguished, then that would be true despair."
Old Hei looked at him in surprise: "I just realized you're so eloquent."
Song Ziyang scratched his head and chuckled, "It's just a feeling I had. I just feel that you're all too anxious and carrying too heavy a burden."
"Okay, you've convinced me a bit. I'm not exactly a wise man, and I'm not cut out to be a savior."
"Don't say that. At least we can try our best to rescue some innocent people."
"Isn't this just going back to square one? Didn't we start by talking about rescuing those people who were forcibly taken to the research institute for experiments?"
The two looked at each other, then shook their heads and chuckled. Song Ziyang sighed and said, "Then let's just bring it up tomorrow."
"They won't agree."
"Whether they agree or not is their problem. We just need to tell them that this is our idea, let them misunderstand us as some kind of saintly people. Later, we'll send people to stop them from escorting normal people into the research institute. What are they going to do with us?"
"What you said seems to be a solution."
"On one hand, we can directly send people to intercept people entering the research institute, and on the other hand, we can recruit researchers to conduct our experiments. If the researchers are all our own people, we won't have to worry about Song Mama's secret being leaked."
"Okay, let's go inside and talk."
Old Hei pulled Song Ziyang inside, only to find that the solution Song Ziqi and the others had just come up with was almost the same.
"Actually, what we lack most right now is people. There are too few superhumans willing to fight alongside us, and we can't guarantee the lives of ordinary people to gain their trust. We also have no clue about scientific researchers."
"Zile, go study." Song Xia suddenly looked at Song Zile and said.
Upon hearing Song Xia's voice, Song Zile stared blankly up and showed her the newly assembled model.
Min Hui and the others found it somewhat absurd. How old was Song Zile? Eight or nine? Let him learn? Besides, Zile has autism. Would he even want to learn? Could he learn it well?
Song Ziqi's eyes lit up: "Even if Zile doesn't learn anything, using the excuse of letting Zile study to stay by Dr. Jia's side can delay or even destroy his research to some extent, right?"
"But can he manage on his own? You also said he has autism, and although the symptoms have lessened a lot, he won't complain if that heartless Dr. Jia uses any tricks on him."
“I’ll go with Fifth Brother.” Song Zile raised his hand.
“Me too.” Song Ziqing grinned. “I’m going to study with my brothers.”
Song Ziqi actually nodded in agreement: "I don't think they look up to us, so let them misunderstand that we're treating the research institute like a daycare center."
Min Hui felt that those people would definitely find it absurd tomorrow, because he didn't even know what to say.
That's a research institute, you know. They have all sorts of weird stuff inside. How could they let three kids in?
But looking at Song Xia, Song Ziming, and Song Ziqi, they all seemed completely unconcerned.
Actually, Song Xia wasn't worried at all; she just had faith in her own abilities.
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