"Hmph! Are you the Holy Mother? Now you still have a moral bottom line. If you don't let them eat that thing, you have to feed them with cans! What will happen in the end when all the food in the car is eaten? Will everyone starve to death together? You know

If they eat less for one day, we can live one more day." The magician said sarcastically.

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

"I'm not sure, but this will increase our chances of survival. You also said it, it's a very simple mathematical calculation." The magician's eyes were hidden behind the poker-shaped mask, and he stared at Zhou Ming coldly.

Everyone saw Zhou Ming's cold expression and showed no fear, but instead sneered.

"Haha, is that right? You mean to increase the probability of survival? If it is to improve our probability of survival, I have no problem with it, but if you exclude those slaves from us now, then what will happen in the next few days when we can't find a way out?

"When the time comes, are you going to exclude paid bosses from 'us' to increase our chances of survival?

"If the boss runs out in the end, will he have to use us? At that time, it will be to improve your own survival probability."

After saying that, Zhou Ming suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at the conjurer's face.

"Do you think what I said is right?" Zhou Ming asked coldly.

The bodies of the other mercenaries reacted instinctively, and they all raised their guns and pointed them at Zhou Ming. Suddenly, more than ten black holes of gun muzzle were pointed at Zhou Ming.

"Don't mess around!" Poisonous Scorpion shouted coldly.

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

Every mercenary put his finger on the trigger of his rifle, his muscles always in a state of tension.

Wang Siyan also pointed a knife at Zhou Ming, saying "calm down, don't act recklessly" like the others, but kept looking at the others, focusing on the fingers of those holding guns.

At this moment, the emotions of these mercenaries and hermits were very complicated. On the one hand, Zhou Ming pointed his gun at his companions. This was undoubtedly an intolerable act.

But on the other hand, what Zhou Ming said also touched them deeply. There are no real companions in this stone hill. Everyone is just a reserve food for others. Now they can use others as a reserve food, and then they can also use it as a reserve food in the future.

Used as reserve food by others.

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

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

"What do you mean?"

When Poisonous Scorpion heard Zhou Ming's words, he did not relax his vigilance at all. Even though Zhou Ming had put down the gun, he did not give up aiming the gun at the opponent.

"If you allow slaves to eat corpses, in the end we will evolve into what we just did. Once we can treat the same kind as food, there will be no real companions. Everyone has only themselves, and the team will split into individuals. You

Do you want this to happen?”

Venomous Scorpion put down his gun, glanced at the conjurer next to him, and found that the other person didn't seem to be angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What do you think?"

"I actually don't object to your idea, but there are logical problems in the entire actual implementation process."

"What logical problem?" Venomous Scorpion asked.

"It can't be said to be a logical problem, it should be said to be a problem of defining a group. As you think, those corpses can indeed serve as emergency food, but why do you give it to the slaves and not eat it yourself? Who?

Can you tell me why?"

Zhou Ming looked around, but no one said anything.

So he continued: "Because you no longer regard them as human beings, you allow them to do that kind of thing. But have you ever thought that once you have this idea, subconsciously they have become living food?"

.If you define their identity in this way, your own identity will also be defined by others, because this rule is tacitly accepted by everyone."

Zhou Ming raised his hand and pointed at the conjurer: "He is the strongest person. In his eyes, everyone can be anything other than human."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Ming pointed to the masked hermits next to him: "In their eyes, we mercenaries with guns may not be human beings... Similarly, in our eyes, passengers may not be human beings, and passengers may not be human beings."

You can treat slaves as human beings."

At this point, Zhou Ming paused: "It's okay to eat like, but everyone must be treated at least the same."

"Hahahaha! Ridiculous, you mean to let us eat that stuff too?" The magician let out a scornful laugh.

"I didn't say that. I support throwing away the body, but if you don't want to throw it away, then I think we must share it together." Zhou Ming said.

A hermit said: "You are crazy."

"I'm not crazy. People like you who are low on priority for being eaten probably can't understand what I just said, but I think they should be able to." Zhou Ming turned his head and looked at the meditating mercenaries around him. They had solemn expressions and were thinking seriously.

With.

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

When the others looked up and saw Zhou Ming's smile, their hearts trembled, and they felt a strange sense of fear.

Poisonous Scorpion stared into Zhou Ming's eyes and finally said: "If you think the body should be thrown away now, please raise your hands."

This time, many people raised their hands without hesitation. Although Zhou Ming knew that this was most likely not because of his conscience, but because he was in the lower reaches of the food chain, but his purpose was indeed achieved.

Zhou Ming and others were finally responsible for disposing of the corpse. When they opened the slave carriage, a bloody smell of human flesh hit their faces. The smell of feces and urine mixed with the smell of decay, stimulating every olfactory cell in the nasal cavity.

Zhou Ming almost vomited due to physiological reactions, but the slaves in the carriage sat motionless. Some of them had blood stains on their mouths. Several of them sat in a circle around a corpse, like a group of people devouring carrion.

hyena.

Zhou Ming saw that the human element in them was very thin. In his eyes, these people were more like beasts with human intelligence.

Zhou Ming got used to the disgusting smell. He jumped into the carriage, dragged the corpses out of the crowd, and threw them outside one by one. When he did this, many slaves were at a loss, and several wanted to come up.

He tried to stop Zhou Ming, but he didn't dare.

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

"People cannot eat people. There is still enough food now, so 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 will happen if the food is all gone?"

"Even then, the food we ate was still the same." Zhou Ming replied coldly.
Chapter completed!