What Ye Zhou was facing was a difficult choice. Even though he knew that it was just a simulation, he could not choose the so-called "maximization of interests" option without any worries, because he didn't know whether such a choice could bring the results he expected.

Ye Zhou also saw the classic tram problem. At that time, he firmly supported being out of the matter and letting the train hit and kill those unruly children, because he knew that if a minority was sacrificed for the majority, the cost of destroying the rules would be much greater than the lives he saw now.

But the question is, what if the benefits that can be brought about by turning the track are higher than the cost of breaking the rules? Then is the rule still a rule?

From the perspective of absolute rationality, all rules in human society have a common origin and purpose at the beginning of its formulation, that is, to enable the human group to survive better. All ethics, morals, and laws are based on this foundation.

So, when a choice conforms to the original purpose of the source but does not conform to the current rules, is it a question of choice or a question of the rules itself?

At this time, the last 20% of the progress bar for sending data to the outside world is left. Within two minutes, he can upload all the data, and the time he left for him to choose is only these two minutes.

But he did nothing and just watched the progress bar reach the end.

And when the number 100% appeared, his vision also dimmed.

【Immune Reconstruction Simulation Ended】

【Analog rating:a】

【Achieve the ending: Benefit first】

[Reward: Human Immune Reconstruction PDX Model]

[Reward: 60 energy points]

【The ending can be watched】

Ye Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. Without hesitation, he directly clicked into the ending replay interface. After a brief darkness, he appeared in a dirty and dilapidated street.

In front of him was Huo Bo, who had been swept out by aspen.

At this time, he was already weak, and his skin was covered with his skin, even though he was mentally prepared, Ye Zhou almost didn't recognize the figure curled up in the corner of the wall.

The sewage oozed out along his trousers and emitted a foul smell. If Ye Zhou saw him like a homeless man in the experimental hall before, then Huo Bo now would be a corpse.

A corpse that has been mostly decayed but has not been buried in the soil.

For five minutes, Huo Bo, who was lying on the ground, didn't move. It was not until a chef dressed in the door came out of the door and kicked him hard. He stood up shakingly on the ground, looking at the alley with confusion, as if he didn't know where to go.

Amid the chef's curse, he finally started to move. Ye Zhou followed his steps and slowly moved forward. He watched him wipe his face with his ragged cuffs. Fresh blood stains immediately oozed out of his festering cheeks, but he seemed to have completely lost his pain and did not react at all.

From where he lay down to the street at the alley, he walked for half an hour in just a few dozen meters away.

Ye Zhou could see that Huo Bo was approaching the limit of exhaustion. This ending replay is the replay of the last time of his life.

After walking out of the alley, Huo Bo sat by the street, and passers-by avoided him, but what Ye Zhou didn't expect was that several kind-hearted people had left him with fragments of banknotes, which totaled almost as much as 50 rands.

Huo Bo put away the money. Ye Zhou thought he would buy him the last breakfast, but when he walked into a remote room with staggering steps, Ye Zhou's sympathy suddenly cooled down.

Because, it was a casino.

Even at the last moment, this man did not quit the bad habits that ruined his life.

Huo Bo went to the blackjack table and exchanged the banknotes in his hand for two chips. After only 10 seconds, his chips became five.

Black Jack, the big guy with a 1.5 odds win in 21 points.

Immediately afterwards, there were another sprint, and Huo Bo had no chips to split the cards, but the gamblers around him seemed to have smelled the opportunity from the confused breath of death on him, and actually lent him 5 chips for the first time.

After the split, Huo Bo got one blackjack and one 20 points, and the chips changed from 10 to 20.

After giving the gambler 8 chips, he still has 12 left.

It's Stud, it's Black Jack again.

30 chips.

Huo Bo's lifelong luck seemed to be concentrated at this moment. The gamblers around him kept making noises, and even the dealer's face also showed a playful smile.

Are they really cheering for Hobo’s gambling fortune?

Ye Zhou's heart was cramped because at a certain moment, he truly empathized with these spectators.

Even himself was vaguely hoping that Huo Bo would win big, not that he could make money and live a better life, but that a dying person swept the casino, which would be a legendary story.

Watching the fun is not a big deal, it is the same everywhere.

The fourth card, sixteen points, is the smallest card among blackjacks. Whether you want it or not, there will be huge risks.

But at this time, Huo Bo still cared about the risks?

He tapped the table and asked for two cards in a row, all of which were two points.

At 20 points, 30 chips became 60, with a total of 1,200 rand.

But he still didn't stop, hand after hand, each hand was rushing. The chips in front of him gradually piled into hills, and were replaced with smaller cards, and then the cards also piled into hills. He finally stopped until the betting limit on the table could no longer make him make money quickly.

At this time, his chip value had reached 400,000.

Hobo took 400,000 yuan of cash from the casino, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his face, and only despair and numbness remained there.

After walking out of the door, he turned straight across the corner and threw his purse out in the place where wanderers gathered.

Banknotes fell from their backpacks, and Huo Bo fell into the rain of banknotes.

And the two robbers who had been following him from the casino and tried to rob him looked at each other and joined the robbery team.

His body was trampled by the crowd of people, the rotten blood slowly flowed away, the blood on the wound became abnormally bright, and even a kind of pathological purity.

Just like a microcosm of his life.

Huo Bo's mouth kept opening and closing, Ye Zhou bent down and heard him whisper:

"Save some for the kids."

However, except Ye Zhou, no one cared about what he was talking about.

He is already a corpse.

It was Ye Zhou himself who deprived him of the last chance to survive.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!