Chapter 1200 Crushing Him to Death!

In David's line of sight, he saw a very bad scene. A high-speed train is about to pass a railway gate. However, the railing at the gate that was supposed to be lowered did not. It seemed that something was broken. Maybe it was a motor failure?

Once this fully automatic machine breaks down, without dedicated maintenance and supervision personnel nearby, it will just get stuck without even warning that the train is approaching.

The freight train running at a high speed of 150 kilometers per hour is a very terrifying steel monster. The huge shovel in front and the powerful power of the nose make it look like an invincible monster. Even the general main station tanks will be directly knocked away if they stop in front of this kind of high-speed freight train.

But now, a school bus slowly drove into the gate of the train because the gate of the railway was not lowered to block it, and there was no warning of an approaching train. Because a high wall at the gate blocked the school bus driver's view, he did not see the high-speed train that was about to pass.

So David yelled, "Stop!" He wanted to stop the school bus driver from acting recklessly. Although there was a distance, David vaguely saw many children in the car.

But because the distance is too far, even if David is shouting loudly, the school bus driver on the opposite side cannot hear him. So under David's horrified eyes, the freight train and the school bus collided violently.

Touch ~!

The bright yellow school bus crashed into the air like a toy discarded by a child, and the whole world seemed to be playing in slow motion.

David saw the school bus being crushed and deformed by the impact of the train, and the glass on the school bus was shattered. Children in the school bus were screaming. Many people's faces were so frightened that they had already deformed.

Touch ~!

There was another violent crash, and the school bus, which had been spinning and flying several times in the air, finally landed. It hit the rails hard and was knocked away by the freight train. Like throwing away a broken rag, the originally solid school bus was completely damaged in such a violent impact.

And those kids in the car? David looked over, and red blood began to seep from under the yellow school bus. Other students were thrown out of the car. He just lay down on the ground straight up, not moving anymore.

"No, no, no!" David shouted repeatedly, louder and faster. He looked around, and there was nothing around him.

"Damn, damn! What the hell are you doing? You did all of this?!" David ran towards the school bus frantically after the train left, and shouted as he ran.

"It doesn't matter who you are or what you want to do. I beg now, please give me your phone, I need it to call for help!" David's voice was hysterical.

He had already run to the school bus, which was the school bus of an elementary school, carrying fifty students and two teachers returning from the field trip.

And when David ran here to rescue the wounded, his eyes suddenly blurred. He found himself standing on the starting point he had just started again.

The school bus has not come yet, and the train is still far away.

And that voice was still whispering in his ear: "How is it, is the game fun?"

"What did you do?" David repeatedly used various methods to confirm that he was not dreaming.

"Nothing, I just showed you everything that will happen in three minutes. You can take this as my ability to foresee the future. Remember what I just said? This is a game, save one or save a hundred indivual."

"Look, there's a wrench for the branch of the railway on your left. You just need to move this wrench to make the train go off the original track. Then the school bus can be saved, and you can save those fifty students."

The annoying voice had just finished speaking, and David wanted to move the wrench, but he found that his body could not move. But the whispering voice continued: "Of course, aren't you a hero? How can the multiple-choice question of being a hero be so simple? I won't let you simply pull the wrench and save the school bus."

"After you wrenched the wrench, the train came back on the other track. Here, look toward two o'clock. See? There's a drunkard over there, sleeping right now on the railroad crossing."

"You pull the wrench and you save a guy on the school bus, but the drunk gets crushed. How do you choose?"

The voice next to my ear really became more and more annoying. Its voice is always inexplicable, as if it is watching a scene. This kind of guy who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, but the more lively the better, is the most annoying guy. It's like those guys who watched other people jump off the building and coaxed the other person to jump off the building.

If possible, David really wanted to find these guys one by one and send them all to prison.

But now I am also facing the problem posed by this lunatic, should I pull the wrench to save a school bus person or crush the alcoholic to death?

"By the way, let me tell you, this alcoholic is actually a scum. He drinks heavily, beats his wife, and owes gambling debts. He sells all the guitars his son won from school competitions for gambling. He is a complete Scum, so you don't need to feel guilty, if I were you, I would just pull the wrench and crush this scum to death."

"On the other side, there are a group of future flowers of the motherland. They are all seven or eight years old, and they are all well-behaved babies at home. If they are killed by a train, more than fifty families will be broken. And It's different on the other side, if that scumbag is crushed to death, it will be a relief for their family."

"Come on, make a choice. Do you pull the wrench and save a school bus? Or save a scumbag? Look, the train is getting closer. You have two minutes to make a choice." !"

Now David found that his body could move again, but only his hand could move, just enough to hold the wrench. Now the lives of different people on both sides are in their own hands.

He fell into an unprecedented contradiction. Should he pull the wrench and kill the drunkard, or watch what should have happened continue to happen?

For the first time in David's life, a difficult choice arose. And in his ear, that annoying voice kept whispering: "Crush him to death, crush him to death, crush him to death! Hahahahaha! Hurry up! Do you have anything worthwhile?" Are you hesitant? Crush a scum to death and save a group of futures!"