I'm a villain, not a devil

The snow in the yard was shoveled and piled aside, and dark blue medicine was sprinkled on the snowdrifts to relieve pollution and toxins.

Sean, who usually wears flashy gold-trimmed shirts, also added a coat, and the artificial sun here was removed and used for other purposes.

Breathing out a large amount of white air, Moza was reporting the situation in the city to Sean with a calm face.

"The death toll is difficult to estimate. The snow fell all over the city. Someone has recorded that nearly a quarter of the residents who went out that day turned into humanoid crazy beasts."

Sean nodded thoughtfully. Judging from the current ratio, the population of Paradise City has dropped by more than half.

And this only took one day and one night.

A metropolis with a population of 20 million turned into a hell on earth in an instant.

If the extremely low outdoor temperature hadn't frozen the corpses, there would have been no way for people to live in this city.

Seeing that Sean didn't reply, Moza pushed up his glasses and continued his report.

"According to your request, we sampled an area in the southeastern area of ​​the trade area. The population density there is very high, and the ratio of poor households to rich households is about one hundred to one."

He opened the page and his expression finally took on some seriousness.

"The initial riots also spread there. After the red snow started to fall, the massacres there were the first ones to come."

"The extent, speed, efficiency, etc. of pollution's impact on people are indeed affected by human inner factors."

"The first human beings to become crazy beasts are mainly composed of two groups of people."

Moza narrowed his eyes and said with disbelief in his voice: "Businessmen, speculative groups, local snakes, gangsters, etc. in the trading area are some of them. They can be regarded as people with a relatively low moral bottom line."

"The other part...are those who are more likely to be dominated by their instincts during riots."

Sean frowned slightly: "How did you find out through the investigation?"

"There were several witnesses."

Moza waved his hand, and a short, fat man who looked honest and honest was brought up.

He had received instructions in advance and quickly told what he had seen.

"I, I'm a porter in the trade area... A big shot died suddenly nearby. When everyone received the news, they all rushed over to grab things."

The man still felt a little palpitated when he recalled that scene. He swallowed and continued: "I...I don't have any skills. The people I usually hang out with are pretty much the same. They basically just make ends meet."

"At first, everyone didn't dare to go, for fear of retaliation or something... Later, some people robbed very valuable things, and some people couldn't sit still."

"I, I didn't dare to go...but my neighbor did. The child is only fifteen years old. He doesn't talk much and is very honest. To be honest, he is easily bullied."

There was some horror in the man's eyes: "Then, I saw that the child was timid at first, but after robbing things a few times, his whole person changed - I was afraid that he would be retaliated against later, I wanted to persuade him, but he ignored me at all and gave me a kick..."

"Just for a moment, I felt like I didn't know him at all, even though I watched him grow up..."

The man sighed: "Oh, he is bullied too much. When he gets a chance, everything comes out of his heart."

"Then, the snow started to fall... I watched him turn into a crazy monster..."

"I really think mutation has something to do with people's experiences..." the man sighed, "I was right in front of him at the time, but he didn't attack me directly... He looked like he had no sense at all, but he went to kill him first. Even those who usually bully him the most, some of them have turned into crazy monsters."

"In his mind... he may have been crazy for a long time..."

After the man finished speaking, his face looked sad and his expression was extremely gloomy.

Sean nodded thoughtfully, then waved his hand: "Go down and receive the reward."

"Hey, eh, thank you, boss."

The man left with a lot of thanks. When he reached the door of the yard, he carefully turned his head.

"Can I ask you something?"

Sean nodded casually.

The man whispered: "That child...that child's body is still on the street. Can I collect it and erect a monument for him? There is no one in his family..."

Sean chuckled: "[Golden Ghost]'s order should be very clear. All corpses should be collected and destroyed in one go."

The man's face darkened a bit, he nodded timidly and left.

Looking at the other person's disappearing back, Sean crossed his legs and said thoughtfully: "In other words, bad guys and people who are easy to learn bad things have a much higher chance of being contaminated..."

He smiled: "It's almost as I guessed at the beginning."

Moza nodded: "So, brother, I'm quite puzzled that you weren't immediately contaminated."

Sean rolled his eyes: "I am the embodiment of justice - that person just now, let him be responsible for the collection of corpses in that neighborhood."

"It's okay for a small block, and our people can spread out -" Moza said solemnly, "But Paradise City is too big, and [Golden Ghost] is seriously short of manpower, and brothers are not suitable for this field. Work."

Sean held his cheek: "We still need the power of the masses... Tsk, at least Edith helped me test it successfully."

He stood up and said: "Open half of the resource pools of [Dusk Tower] and [Company] to give them a stimulus. At the same time, send people to collect all the resources of the dead rich families and open them to the whole city."

Sean smiled slightly: "Talent needs to be discovered. Let those who are capable do what they can do. [Golden Ghost] will be responsible for the distribution of supplies... Of course, we also need some professionals."

……

The next day, the residents of Paradise City who were busy and busy heard a voice at the same moment.

The other party stood on the tallest building in Paradise City, and everyone seemed to be looking away as they should.

His voice was carried throughout the city via wired loudspeakers.

The badge of [Golden Ghost] is pinned to his chest, and he looks extremely menacing, just like the words the man said.

Sean rotated the twin rings and then said:

"The order issued by [Golden Ghost] should have been spread to every corner of Paradise City, and I, Sean, kindly mentioned some matters that need attention to you again."

Many people were shivering, but he just grinned happily.

"Whether the body you hide is your family, friends, enemies, or children... Anyone who hides a body, especially the body of a crazy humanoid beast, will die."

"Those who leave the designated work and residential areas without authorization will die."

"Those who steal or rob important materials from the ruins will die."

"Those who create riots and disrupt order will die."

……

One command after another came from the man's calm mouth, and there was only that one word that echoed in the ears of the millions of residents of Paradise City.

Cold and calm...death.

He didn't seem to consider whether this high-pressure policy would cause people to have all kinds of thoughts. He just told everyone calmly.