Although it can be imagined from the content of the leaflet that the name of that religion may be absurd and may contain typos, Jiang Baimian never expected that they would be so naked and branded as "anti-intellectual", giving people a feeling that they are mentally retarded and complacent.
"Why is it called that?" Jiang Baimian held back his smile and asked quite seriously.
Shang Jianyao replied in front of Odick:
"If you lower everyone's IQ, they will become smarter."
Odic glanced at this nonsense guy, not sure if he was joking or if he was more suitable to join the "Anti-Intellectual Cult".
Exhaling slowly, Odick explained simply:
"Just like many people think, the Anti-Intellectual Cult also believes that the destruction of the old world was caused by the people of that time doing research in various taboo fields, which brought about catastrophe.
"However, they went further and felt that this was because humans were too smart and had mastered too many things. If people in the old world did not think much, did not increase their wisdom, did not read books, did not learn knowledge, and it was impossible to explore forbidden realms, and it would not have caused the end of the world.
"They also believe that the emergence of 'mindless disease' and the existence of 'mindless' are not only disasters, but also revelations given by the deacons: as long as mankind regress to the level of wisdom of 'heartless', then a new world will come and open its doors.
"Therefore, anti-intellectual religion preaches that thinking is a trap and knowledge is poison, hoping to burn all books, eradicate all places that provide education, and let people live only by instinct and experience taught by their parents.
"As for exploring the future, just follow the guidance of the year and listen to the command of a small number of God's chosen ones.
"For them, thinking is a sin."
Hearing this, Shang Jianyao nodded and eagerly made a judgment:
"Then they must be very good at deceiving."
"On the gray soil, everyone has too many things to worry about, and giving up thinking may be a really happy thing." Jiang Baimian said in an ironic and exclamatory tone.
Finally, she asked again:
"Which deacon does the anti-intellectual religion believe?"
Odick pondered for a moment and said:
"'The last man', the 'last man' in charge of March."
"The last man...... I remember this term in the philosophical writings of the Old World, referring to people who are lowly, muddled, mediocre, and full of servility." Jiang Baimian said thoughtfully. (Note 1)
Odic was a little surprised, glanced at Jiang Baimian, and said nothing.
He didn't know that "the last man" meant this, before today, he still felt that it was full of mystery, worthy of the title of a year of execution.
After a few seconds of silence, Odick looked around and said:
"It's almost over, I hope there will be opportunities to exchange information in the future."
Jiang Baimian came back to his senses and asked with a smile:
"Why are you allowing us to ask so many questions?
"We only gave one clue."
"The value of your clue is above the information I provided." Odick said calmly.
Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and didn't ask any more questions.
At this time, Shang Jianyao suddenly spoke:
"Who among your parents is the gray earth race?"
Odick was a little confused when he heard this question, and he didn't understand how he turned in this direction.
However, this is not something that needs to be kept secret, and he replied casually:
"My father."
"What's his surname?" Shang Jianyao was excited.
Odick became more and more unsure of what the other party wanted to do, took a step back, and said in a deep voice:
"Oh."
He has always been more vigilant about this abnormal situation, because he has encountered many awakened people and understands that sometimes danger is hidden in ordinary words.
"Poof......" Jiang Baimian laughed out loud, "So your name ......"
It is surnamed Ou and named Dick, and this connection has the feeling of Red River language.
"That's right." Shang Jianyao clenched his right fist and slapped his left palm, putting on an expression that I guessed correctly.
"......" Odick swept back and forth between Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao several times with his mentally ill gaze, and finally said nothing, turned around and walked back to the hall of the Hunter Guild.
Jiang Baimian watched him leave and asked without looking sideways:
"You didn't ask him to 'make friends'."
"He answered too much." Shang Jianyao sighed.
"Hmm." Jiang Baimian nodded and said, "In terms of ability to use, there is still a bottom line. You and Captain Feilin 'make friends', you will not listen to his private information, mainly to make it more convenient to cooperate and ensure your own safety, so there is no problem, and Odick has said everything he can say, 'making friends' will only be to find out whether he is an awakened person, what the three abilities are, and what the price is.
She took the opportunity to teach Shang Jianyao and help him establish the correct three views.
This is the responsibility of the team leader.
Shang Jianyao replied with three words:
"Wang Beicheng."
"......" Jiang Baimian was angry at first, and then came to his senses, "I just made a verbal assumption, and I didn't really hit him!"
Shang Jianyao glanced at Jiang Baimian's raised left hand and turned his gaze to Wild Wolf Alley:
"I don't know when those bars will open?"
"Do you want to go door to door to confirm Lin Feifei's whereabouts? By the way, dance in every house?" Jiang Baimian asked keenly.
Shang Jianyao looked shocked:
"Can you dance in a bar?"
"Don't pretend, it's not like you didn't hear music last night." Jiang Baimian ruthlessly pierced Shang Jianyao's disguise.
Although the company's basic education does not mention what else can be done in bars besides drinking, at night, the music on West Street will not completely subside until two or three o'clock in the morning, and people with brains will make certain associations.
Without waiting for Shang Jianyao to speak, Jiang Baimian said "hmm":
"This matter has to be done by Xiaobai, she is familiar with the underground trading market here and knows who to ask."
"Hmm." Shang Jianyao was very sorry, but he also agreed that the most suitable candidate for this matter was Bai Chen.
"Let's go, there's no need to wait in the guild, there will be new clues for a while." Jiang Baimian took the lead in walking to the central square, preparing to do the "Folklore Survey of Wild Grass City".
This is the extracurricular homework she assigns to herself.
While walking, Jiang Baimian suddenly smiled and said:
"In our group, except for you, there are colors in the names, Dabai, Xiaobai and Xiaohong, you are not sociable."
"I am the color of the sun." Shang Jianyao immediately replied.
Jiang Baimian said "hmm":
"Yes, Yao means sunshine......"
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In the evening, Bai Chen, wearing a gray scarf, led Long Yuehong into Wild Wolf Alley.
Compared to the morning, it is already very lively, with music everywhere, intertwined into dynamic melodies.
Many relic hunters who lack concern are born and die, there is today and no tomorrow, once they have some extra money and excess materials on hand, they will inevitably think about coming over and indulging.
Whether it is alcohol, or the warm embrace of a woman or man, it can make them temporarily forget the cruelty of life, without thinking about what tasks to take on tomorrow, where to go on adventures, and whether they can still live.
In Weeds City, where the hunter guild is extremely strong, this has also brought about a deformed prosperity in the local bar and nightclub industry.
When there was not enough food in many wandering settlements on the gray soil, some food and fruits could be squeezed out here to make wine.
At the same time, the municipal department of Wild Grass City also cooperated very cooperatively to give the green light, dividing this street outside the living area, even in winter, there is no need for power outages.
With flashing lights, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong entered a nightclub called "Today", bypassed the dance floor where many people were writhing wildly, and came to the front of the bar.
Bai Chen curled his fingers, tapped seven times on the bar, and said in a normal tone:
"Two glasses of Golden Ore."
It is a distilled wine, and the reason why it is called Kin-Ore is because it was popular in the original city and is as popular as the banknote "Aulay".
The bartender who was wiping the cup raised his head and looked at Bai Chen:
"I have a better recommendation."
"What is it?" Bai Chen asked cooperatively.
The bartender laughed:
"Wheat ears.
"You can go directly to the back to taste it."
He pointed to the wooden door on the other side of the counter that seemed to lead to the kitchen.
"Okay." Bai Chen turned his body.
At this time, the bartender also knocked on the surface of the bar, a total of eight times, with four long and three short intervals, alternating between them.
Bai Chen didn't look back, knowing that the bartender was telling her: The agreed code has changed, and I will use this next time.
After pushing open the door of the suspected kitchen, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong saw two strong men in black holding submachine guns through a room full of clutter and a narrow corridor.
After another code, they were put in and went underground along the stairs.
There is a large hall here, with tables, chairs, benches and other things, dozens of people sitting in different places, under the light of fluorescent lamps, chatting and laughing with friends around them.
This looked like a place for private gatherings, rather than a so-called underground trading market, which was completely different from what Long Yuehong had expected.
Bai Chen cast his gaze over and looked for someone suitable to ask if he had seen Lin Feifei in the bar area.
Suddenly, her gaze froze.
On a dark red sofa, a man stood up.
He is average height, 1.7 meters tall, but his arms are thick and his body is strong, and he looks very powerful at first glance.
On a cold winter day, the man wore only a short-sleeved black cotton T-shirt and a pair of brightly colored loose shorts, lacking enough awe for the temperature.
He had a shaved head, tattooed with a blue-black wolf-shaped symbol representing the original city, and his face was full of horizontal flesh.
Behind him were two bodyguard-like men in black, their waists bulging, and they could see that they were hiding weapons.
This is not very obvious that the man of the specific age walked towards Bai Chen step by step, showing a playful smile:
"Did you really escape?
"Do you really dare to go back here?"
His eyes were cold, without the slightest smile.
Bai Chen's body trembled slightly, and he lost his usual calmness and composure.
Long Yuehong witnessed such a scene, although she was also a little scared, but she felt that she couldn't just watch it like this.
The team leader said that we must protect each other...... Long Yuehong gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward, blocking Bai Chen's front.
His body also trembled a little invisibly, but he still looked at the bald villain and did not flinch.
Belch...... Actually, I'm not too short...... Looking at the height opposite, he suddenly flashed such a cognition.
Note 1: From Nietzsche, the concept of opposing "superman".
(End of this chapter)