Wen Xishu chose the task of a family reunion.
At this moment, the cruel side of the game revealed itself.
Wen Xishu said:
"Is your daughter infected?"
The girl lay on the bed, with a wound on her arm, her lips were purple, and from time to time one could see something like a worm lurking under her skin, crawling as if it were a moving wrinkle.
The woman seemed unable to accept this idea:
"No! She's not infected, she's not infected, she just has a cold."
Wen Xishu completely calmed down:
"Do you have anything to tell me about this disaster?"
The woman shook her head, her eyes just staring at Wen Xishu's pocket:
"I don't know anything, please… leave me a mouthful of water!"
Wen Xishu asked again:
"Fine, but can you tell me any useful information about this apocalypse?"
The woman still shook her head.
Wen Xishu was sure that the woman's life and her daughter's life were not enough for her to deliberately conceal information.
So he said:
