The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

In Ruan Mobei's eyes, He Songming was facing a standard "trolley problem", but the boy was not the one who needed to control the lever.

He is a poor creature tied to the track. Others choose to pull the lever and change the track, and they can use He Songming's own sacrifice to save more people on the other side.

——Sacrifice He Songming, everyone can live, don't sacrifice He Songming, many people will die.

Most of the residents in the stronghold made the most favorable choice to save more people with the sacrifice of one person, not to mention that He Songming would not die because of this.

No one has ever asked He Songming if he would like it.

Because it was not they who were sacrificed.

In their eyes, as long as He Songming cooperates obediently, it will be a win-win situation for everyone.

This is their morality.

Ruan Mobei couldn't comment on this. The so-called butt determines the head, and the position of a person presupposes his actions. He has firmly stood by He Songming's side from the beginning, and naturally he will not accept his sacrifice.

"Saints never exist. The morality that people advertise can only be used to restrain themselves." He said softly, "You don't have to be kidnapped by them. The only person who is qualified to comment on you is your heart."

He Songming sniffed and said in a hoarse voice

"……I see."

Since then, in the eyes of everyone, He Songming seems to have changed.

The young man who used to ignore people and was used to deliberately confronting people was much gentler, he would reply hello to those who greeted him, and no longer kept a cold face all day long, staring at someone with horrifying hatred.

He promised to learn medical skills from the doctor, and would come to the East District every day to read books, read pictures, and sit while listening to the doctor's diagnosis.

Everyone thinks this is a good thing.

Only He Songming knew that whenever he was walking in the corridor or sitting in the room, Ruan Mobei would pass through the wall, observe the surroundings as far as he could move, and check the structure of the stronghold.

Every night when he returned to the small room in the west district, Ruan Mobei would sit at the table and draw the structure diagram of the east district stronghold based on his memory.Everyone knows that the area below the ninth floor is an area that prohibits the entry and exit of idlers. There are a large number of weapons, technological products, and necessities that can only be used in emergency evacuation, the power supply system hub, a large number of idle dormant cabins, and the core of the entire stronghold. General control room.

But what it looks like underneath, only the administrators can know.

What Ruan Mobei has to do is to take advantage of He Songming's opportunity in the Eastern District, use his soul and body advantages to find out the specific location of the main control room, get any news about the migration team in time, and run with He Songming.

He Songming was sitting by the bed, with medical textbooks spread out on his lap. As a part of He Songming's soul in reality, he was also very smart. Although he did not study medicine voluntarily, his ability was here, and his learning progress was naturally fast.

The young man tilted his head and looked at the lines that appeared constantly in Ruan Mobei's pen, trying to connect the structural drawing with the room in his impression.

"How do you draw these things?" He Songming asked. He still remembered that Ruan Mobei said that he would not remember anything after waking up. How could a person without memory draw such detailed and accurate drawings?

Ruan Mobei stopped writing and measured the distance with a ruler made of cardboard, "Maybe this is talent."

He was born in the School of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering, and after graduation, he also engaged in related work. Basic skills such as drawing have long been engraved into his DNA.

He Songming frowned, a little suspicious.His intuition told him that Ruan Mobei was lying by "not remembering anything", but even if he was really lying to him, so what?

He and Ruan Mobei are grasshoppers tied to the same rope. Without Ruan Mobei's help, it would be difficult for him to escape.

... He was also reluctant to doubt Ruan Mobei.

Otherwise, who else could he trust?

Ruan Mobei noticed the subtle fluctuations in his emotions from He Songming's small movements of constantly scrolling the corner of the book. He grew up with He Songming, and just as He Songming knew him, he also knew He Songming like the back of his hand.

Ruan Mobei didn't say anything and continued to draw pictures. He didn't know how to explain it, so he simply didn't explain it.

Time and action will prove his position.

During this time, Ruan Mobei has been supervising He Songming's health care. During the day, He Songming eats with the doctor's family, or settles in the canteen in the eastern district. The food is much better than before, and he is willing to eat meat, so he gains weight quickly.The arms that were originally as thin as bamboo poles had become thicker to the naked eye, and the stomach had also become soft.

After returning home every night, in addition to reading and reviewing, He Songming will also do a few sets of push-ups and squats. If it is not afraid of attracting attention, long-distance running is the most ideal way to exercise.

Everything is ready to leave here.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and Ruan Mobei gradually got used to the time spent by He Songming's side in ghost form.Explore the structure of the stronghold during the day, obtain information, draw at night, supervise He Songming's exercise, and sleep on the same bed with the boy to replenish the energy of the soul.

The "moon" system never contacted him again. To this day, Ruan Mobei still doesn't know where the memory fragments of this world are, under what circumstances they will be triggered, and when he can leave this world.

Ruan Mobei was instinctively anxious, and in reality He Songming was still waiting for him in a coma.

But fortunately, now he still has equally important things to accomplish - he must help He Songming in this world, even if the task is still far away, he must help the boy escape from here.

Even if the boy is only a part of He Songming's soul, he must let the boy live happily in this world.

That day, Ruan Mobei finished exploring the negative tenth floor, floated up through the ceiling, and saw He Songming sitting on the edge of the corridor waiting for him.The boy was covered in dust, as if he had just rolled through a mound of dirt.

"How did it become like this?" Ruan Mobei stretched out his hand amusedly, and pressed down the tuft of hair on the top of He Songming's head, and patted the dust on his shoulder.

"I went to find something." He Songming opened his mouth wide, and was so stimulated by the dust that he sneezed several times in succession. His whole face was wrinkled, and he pinched his nose and said softly, "Go back."

"What did you find?"

"You'll find out later."

Good boy, he still knows how to keep suspense.

It was already dark, and the snow reflected the light at the entrance of the stronghold, which was a bit dazzling.It has been snowing during the day, and the road has not been cleaned in time. He Songming stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and slowly returned to the West District.

He hadn't entered or exited through the secret door for a while, and was worried that the heavy snow would make the door unable to open, so he made a special trip to do simple cleaning.

Grandma is getting old and goes to bed early.He Songming closed the door lightly, instead of returning to his small room immediately as usual, he walked to the TV, knelt down and inserted a memory into the interface.

The TV screen turned on, and He Songming stood up and took a few steps back, sat down on the old sofa with lint pouring out of the hole, and patted the place beside him.

Ruan Mobei sat down cooperatively. The lights in the living room were not turned on. The TV light illuminated the faces of the two of them. After half a minute of blue screen, the screen flickered, and other patterns slowly appeared.

In the vast universe, the International Space Station runs in a circular orbit, and its wings covered with solar panels are neatly opened to absorb the energy of the sun. Below it, the blue planet is so quiet.

Everything looked perfectly normal, like countless space documentaries and science fiction movies of the past.

Until the camera goes down and really falls into the star that is the protagonist.

The volcano is erupting, the magma is scorching the earth, the dust covers the sky, and the town is buried; nuclear waste water is poured into the sea, and is carried to the entire ocean with the ocean current; the tsunami knocks down the buildings, bringing floods and countless dead fish and shrimp; It lasted for three months in Siberia at minus [-] degrees, while the land in East Africa was so dry that countless gullies were opened, and corpses were strewn all over the place.

People in suits and leather shoes have serious faces, sitting in the United Nations conference room, and voting on behalf of the national flag behind them. The location of 330 strongholds is marked on a huge holographic map, all over the world.

The voting machines were pressed one after another, no one objected, and no one abstained. On December 2271, 12, representatives from 25 countries and 197 regions around the world cast an unprecedented vote of consent.

— Agreed that all human beings have reached their final hour.

The camera suddenly zoomed out, across the Pacific Ocean, from the United Nations Building in New York, USA to Dingjie County, Shigatse Prefecture, Tibet Autonomous Region, China, and a calm male voice announced the start of the last full-function test of the 31-day "Zhuo Ming" ark group.

After the test is completed, they will carry 79 passengers to deep space to find a new home.

With the roar of the engine starting, the white title slowly appeared under the gloomy sky. It only had two simple words, but it was heavier than any sentence.

--hope.

He Songming whispered, "This is the Chinese version. I have been looking for it for a long time."

He Songming heard that he wanted to see it that day, so he searched the warehouse and found it.

Ruan Mobei couldn't speak for a while, he stared at the screen, his nose felt sore.

He knew that these things had really happened, and it was because of the truth that they were so heavy that they almost suffocated.

"Thank you." Ruan Mobei said softly, he stared at the faces of the people in the film, they must all be dead by now.When all the pictures are in front of you, history will no longer be a cold sentence "the catastrophe came in 2271 AD, and the era of the universe began".

This ocean-covered planet is no longer the cold term "Old Earth" in literature.

Ruan Mobei suddenly felt an inexplicable dizziness. He raised his hand to support his forehead and frowned, feeling as if he had been hit on the head.

Old place?What old land?

What was he thinking just now?

The author has something to say. The previous editor on the cover said it felt like a prison, so I didn’t allow it to be used. I could only mobilize my remaining aesthetics and make a new one. I didn’t expect it to look pretty good (shameless)

Maybe I have the potential to be an artist hahahahaha