blood plague

Chapter 321 Secret Weapon
Although some technicians compared Plague Brain to a supercomputer, living things and computers are still different.The biggest difference between them is that the intelligence and consciousness of creatures are formed slowly.

The number of neurons does not represent the size of the brain, and the structure of the brain nerves does not represent the level of intelligence. A newborn human baby, whether it is the structure of the brain nerves or the number of neurons, will definitely kill a cat or a dog in seconds.

But newborn babies cry and shit when they eat and sleep.

As babies grow, they will gradually have their own consciousness, and will have a unique mind and will.

The brain of the blood plague has just broken through the threshold, and it has finally integrated the infected people on the entire continent. In time, maybe it will also absorb the knowledge stored in the brains of those infected people, whether it is astronomy and geography, or piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, It will be perfect.

But it takes time, life needs to grow.

Now, the brain of the blood plague has just been born, and a malignant brain tumor has grown in its brain, and an incompatible consciousness is frantically punching holes in its brain.

Iger ran out of energy.After he stopped his mental outburst, he picked up his phone listlessly and sent a voice message to Dina: "I'm tired."

After receiving the news, Dina pinched her watch and saw that it was 14 minutes and 12 seconds.

Afterwards, Dina dialed Iger's cell phone communication.

"Hello?" Iger's voice came from the phone, looking weak.

"Hey, why did you stop? Can you continue? This battle has just begun!" Dina asked Iger anxiously.

"How? Is it effective?" Iger said to Dina.

"Yes, it's so good that it explodes. Hey, hey, don't stop, keep going, quick, quick, quick!" Dina urged loudly.

"I can't do it anymore, my brain has been squeezed out." Iger was lying on the bed, his brain was throbbing and painful now, and he was overusing his brain again, exhausting his mental strength.

"You can't do it after only 14 minutes. A man can't say 'no' to a girl!" Dina used the aggressive method on Iger.

"It's too bad. Let me lie down for a while." Iger rolled his head on the big bed twice, and said to Dina, "If the people on your side are still fighting, quickly withdraw. It seems that my brain is about to launch a big counterattack, and my mind is like rehearsing a chorus now."

After finishing speaking, Iger didn't care if Dina had anything to say, he turned off the phone, and then struggled painfully on the bed.

Interference is mutual.

If your singing voice becomes louder, the tune of others will naturally increase as well.

After a while, the auditory hallucinations like a tsunami finally subsided, and Iger fell into a drowsy sleep.

……

Fort Claviers.

Staff officers are counting the results.

This big battle started in an unexpected way, and ended in a way that everyone didn't expect.

At the beginning, taking advantage of the confusion among the infected people, the soldiers of the military opened fire and killed them for a good time.But before everyone had enough fun, they suddenly received a notice from the command center to retreat back to the defense line.

Some commandos who didn't take it seriously, or those who rushed too far and couldn't withdraw quickly, or some commandos who were just greedy for two extra knives, were instantly overwhelmed by the tide of infected people who returned to normal.

It was originally a perfect victory, but in the end more soldiers were lost. Everyone couldn't accept this result.

"Chief of Staff Dina, can you explain to us what your source of intelligence is and why this situation happened?" A staff officer was furious because her team suffered heavy losses, and she was not polite at the meeting asked Dina.

Now that there is nothing to hide, Dina told the truth about Iger.

It is simply a fantasy, that someone can interfere with the actions of the infected by willpower, but the facts are in front of you, and everyone has to believe it.

"Chief of Staff Dina, can you contact that person again and ask him to find a way to interfere with the infected again?" Another fair-looking and gentle male staff officer wearing rimless glasses said to Dina: "Although it's only about ten minutes, if we can use it effectively every time, it will be very beneficial to us."

This is of course true.

If in a boxing match, your opponent grabs his ass every round, and you can control when he grabs it, it won't knock the shit out of him.

Faced with a pair of eager eyes, Dina had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Iger just fell asleep when he was woken up by Dina's phone call.

It took a while for Iger to wake up, and Dina actually wanted him to continue interfering, but he quickly refused: "No, no, really no. Miss sister, this matter really cannot be decided by you, I I will let you know when I feel it will work.”

It's not that Iger doesn't care about human feelings, this thing really can't be promised.

Iger found that he seemed to have helped others a lot but didn't get a good one. He was so tired that he fainted. Dina made two phone calls to urge him to start working again.

The military is really a bunch of inhumane guys.

The biggest difference between mental exhaustion and physical exhaustion is that after physical exhaustion, people sleep soundly, but after brain exhaustion, people's sleep will be very bad.

Iger had been having nightmares just now, and now his head hurts and swells, and he can't think at all.

After sitting on the bed for a while, Iger rang the bed bell.

After a while, Sister Catherine entered the room.

Iger sat lazily on the bed leaning on the pillow, and he said to Sister Catherine: "Catherine, please help me get some food and drink up, I want to eat in bed. Also, I can see others now, but too Don't let noisy people in, my brain hurts."

After Sister Catherine exited the room, Iger closed his eyes and clasped his head with his fingers to try to find acupuncture points bit by bit. Now he misses the barber shop not far downstairs from his home very much.

Iger doesn't miss that Tony teacher, but misses a little girl who washes her hair.

Iger likes to go to that store to wash his hair. In fact, he doesn't really want to wash his hair, but to enjoy the head massage of the shampoo girl.

Every time I worked overtime until my head became dizzy, Iger would wash his hair.

The hair-washing girl's fingers are not as strong as those of the massage masters, but they are just right. Every time I press it, Iger's head swells and hurts, followed by relaxation and comfort.

Iger gave up after trying it himself. He couldn't find the acupuncture points at all. Even if he found those points, he felt completely wrong when he pressed them.

Damn it, I should call on the loudspeaker, I want to pay a lot of money to hire someone who knows massage.

After a while, Sister Catherine brought up a specially made food. At this time, Iger didn't say anything about sharing joys and sorrows. He worked so hard, so he had to eat some good supplements.

In addition to the single-sided yellow soft-boiled eggs, toast bread smeared with jam, and grilled bacon strips, there is actually a glass of red wine.

Sister Catherine really, doesn't she know I'm underage.

Iger grumbled, and then he took a big sip of the red wine.

At the last meal, Jesus distributed red wine to his disciples and said to them: "Drink, all of you, this is my blood, which can make sins forgiven."

Because of this record in the Bible, whether it is a believer, a nun or a priest, drinking red wine is not only not breaking the precept, but also a privilege to be proud of.

Iger is not used to drinking red wine, but he happened to be thirsty, and he just wanted to take a sip first, but he didn't expect to drink a large glass of red wine in one breath.

Then Iger began to sit on the bed to eat, and when he was halfway through eating, he felt that the alcohol was starting to rush.

Iger suppressed his alcoholism. He devoured the food until he tasted it. Then he handed the small dining table to Sister Catherine, and fell asleep again with sleepiness and alcoholism.

When Iger woke up again, the sun was already westward, and he had slept through the whole day.

After waking up this time, Iger felt in a particularly good state, his consciousness was clear, his head didn't hurt anymore, and he felt that the mental power that had been drained had recovered.

Egger was overjoyed immediately, he seemed to have found a good way to restore his energy, drink some wine before going to bed.

Whether drinking alcohol can help sleep not only varies from person to person, but also needs to be analyzed on a case-by-case basis.

Generally speaking, drinking alcohol is not conducive to sleep.

The sleep quality of most people will decrease after drinking, because alcohol contains ingredients that stimulate the brain nerves, which will increase the activity of nerves and brain cells, and people are prone to dreaminess and waking up.

But if a person's brain is overactive, alcohol will paralyze the nerves, and people will sleep more soundly.

Specifically, alcohol can keep the brain nerves active to a certain extent. As for insomnia or better sleep, it depends on the amount of drinking and the person's physique.

Slightly drunk to help sleep, alcoholism hurts the mind.

After discovering that drinking can speed up the recovery of mental power, Iger's thinking spread out.

If alcohol does, will tranquilizers work?
There is also combat medicine, it can make people's spirits extremely excited, will it also have an effect.

Of course, you can't trample on your body at will, but if you have important actions, you can use drugs to cooperate.

After finishing the exercise just now, Iger felt that his mental outburst was a little tasteless.

一天的时间是24小时，每小时是60分钟，一天就是1440分钟。自己的精神干扰只能持续14分钟，刚好占全部时间的1/100。

It can be said that this time is extremely useless, unless it is when the killing is in full swing, once Iger makes a move, the infected are dead, and the survivors are killed.

Even at this extreme critical moment, Iger's use of his ability to interfere with the blood plague brain's scheduling has very limited effect.

After all, the disparity in strength between the survivors and the infected lies here. Even if the military said that they seize the opportunity to raid once a day, how much can they achieve?
Can all the survivors together kill 15 infected in 10 minutes?

Even if you kill 10 more in one day, you will kill 100 million more in 1000 days.

In the face of a base of hundreds of millions, what's the point of 1000 million?
Good steel must be used wisely. Iger is going to get some combat medicine, and then cooperate with Dina's assault team to make a meaningful move.

(End of this chapter)