Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 372 God's Sacrifice (4000-word chapter)
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On the other side, Layton and Ivan who were "hanging around" in the outer area of ​​Area B also heard that broadcast.

Compared with Ke Lan, who taught himself more than a dozen unpopular languages ​​when he was bored, Layton only mastered the official language of Ark, Chinese, and his own mother tongue, English, but the content of this broadcast did not include these two languages. A language, he was confused.

"Doctor, this... What is it playing on the radio? At first I thought it was German, but it doesn't seem to be the same... I, I didn't understand a damn sentence." Layton held back After a long time, he decided to ask Ivan for help.

Ivan masters a lot more languages ​​than Layton. In addition to the official language Chinese and his mother tongue Russian, he can also speak seven or eight languages ​​including French, German, Korean, and Japanese.But the reason why he has learned so many languages ​​is simply for the convenience of consulting relevant academic papers. The languages ​​Ivan masters, including those with a little bit of knowledge, are basically the most widely used languages ​​on the ark.

And in this obscure prayer, there are even several extremely rare small languages ​​that are almost no longer used in daily life and are only kept in the database as cultural heritage... I don’t know who lives in Where did the residents of the "sick village" learn these languages?

They shouldn't have access to the space station database, right?

"I didn't fully understand either." Ivan replied, "I can only understand less than half of the meaning... This seems to be a prayer, but to be honest, the order of the words is messed up, even if they can be translated into Chinese, it is very difficult Difficult to form complete sentences."

"Prayers... Tsk, when I heard this thing, I felt that we would encounter some troubles this time." Layton muttered with some gloom, "Tell me, maybe the people on this space station, all of them Mom believes in the heretical sect, right?"

"I don't know, anyway, it's better to be careful." Ivan shook his head, "Once the situation changes, contact the Greek immediately. Finding someone is the second priority. Our priority is to ensure the safety of Ke Lan and Asano Akira. By the way, It has been eight hours since the last communication with the Hellenic, they should have entered the scheduled orbit now, you can contact them again"

"With perverted masters like Asano Akira around, there shouldn't be anyone who can threaten them, right?" Layton said, "Okay, let me check the communication equipment again. If you want me to say, you are too cautious, doctor—"

The word "caution" of "cautious" got stuck in Layton's mouth, and he didn't say it for a long time, but the expression on his face gradually became ugly.

"What's going on?" Ivan noticed Layton's abnormality and turned his head.

"Damn... I don't know where the electromagnetic interference is coming from... I can't contact the Greek. Wait a moment, I will try again..."

"How many times have you tried?" Ivan asked immediately.

"Six times... Now it's seven times. Hey, it's really evil. When we just got off the transport ship, although there was a little interference, it was far from as powerful as it is now-this thing is the most powerful thing I can get. If this thing can’t contact the Greek, then we can only use laser communication.” Layton said.

"But there must be no barriers between the two sides of the laser communication... In other words, the communication between us and the Hellenic has been completely cut off, right?"

"It may also be affected by other factors. You must know that there are no fewer interference factors in space than on the ground. Perhaps a meteorite containing a large amount of metal minerals or a strong electromagnetic field just happened to float to a nearby place. The area will cause the communication to be interfered, and it may be fine after a while." Layton scratched his head through the helmet and said.

"We can't put our hopes on probabilistic events. From now on, we have to be prepared without any external support-there will be no landing craft, and there will be no fully armed marines, and we, Ke Lan Their only backup." Ivan said with a serious expression.

"That's enough." Layton confidently patted the missile launch nest hanging on the side of the shoulder armor, "Just these sick guys, I feel that my firepower alone is enough to kill the entire space station .”

"In Ke Lan's words, you are setting a flag for yourself." Ivan complained expressionlessly, "Judging from the current population density of District B, the number of residents in the entire 'Sick Village' may be more than Ten thousand people, our ammunition is limited, even if they line up for you to kill, you can't finish killing so many people... What's more, it also contains a large number of radiation mutants, who burst out during the battle The strength is no weaker than your biochemical transformation humans."

"Idiots fight with their bodies, but smart people use weapons." Layton teased, "The reason why I choose to transform my body is only to use more powerful weapons."

"Let's not talk about this now." Ivan interrupted, "Ke Lan and the others have been brought in for almost an hour, and we can't waste time here any longer. We have to do something."

"What to do? Do you want to find someone to find out what the broadcast just now means?" Layton suggested, "I see that many local residents, after hearing this broadcast, walked deep into the residential area. gone."

"How do you ask? These people don't want to contact us at all... Are you planning to use violence?" Ivan was puzzled.

"Hey, doctor, have you forgotten those canned food in our backpack?" Layton laughed, "Money can make ghosts go round, not to mention these guys who live on cockroach protein lumps all day long, this stuff, The temptation for them will definitely not be small."

"Then go and try." Ivan said, "According to the previous exploration records, although they may ask because of this, it is still very difficult to ask something useful."

"That depends on the person's ability."

"Whether you can ask for information or not, remember not to conflict with the locals. Even if you want to tear yourself apart, Ke Lan and the others have to make the decision." Ivan urged.

"Don't worry, my temper is much better than the old dog - he is just a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard." Layton reached into his backpack and took out a can of beef tenderloin with black pepper.

This is produced by a factory under the Quartermaster Department of the Ark Field Force, and it is an official military supply. Of course, this thing can also be bought on the black market. Not only is the price affordable, but the quantity is also large.For the people at the bottom of the Ark, it is the best choice to improve their daily meals.

Many soldiers of the field forces on missions will resell the unfinished cans that are distributed to their hands.After all, fresh food in the army canteen is always more fragrant than canned food.

Basically, 80.00% of the canned food on the black market comes from this way. As for the source of the remaining 20.00%, you have to ask the management personnel of the Military Supply Department and the processing plant.

This kind of cheap canned beef tenderloin with black pepper is naturally impossible to use real beef. The main ingredients in it are made of synthetic protein meat plus ground chicken scraps, mixed with meat glue and a lot of additives and seasonings. As a result, even the pepper in it is just a "peppery" chemical seasoning.

Of course, only real foodies will care about these things, and for people who don't eat real meat a few times on weekdays, such food is already considered a delicacy.

The target Layton chose was an old man sitting under the scaffolding. This old man looked sixty to seventy years old. His hair and teeth had almost completely fallen out, and his stooped body was as thin as a skeleton—of course, It is also possible that the torment of the disease made him look so old, but whether he is really 70 years old or actually only in his fifties, he can be regarded as the oldest in this residential area one of them.

As a doctor, the first thing Ivan pays attention to is the other person's condition: on this person's arms and the back of the neck, there are a lot of skin ringworm that has festered and pus, but his symptoms seem to be limited to the surface layer of the skin. Originally, it was only mild radiation sickness, otherwise, it would be impossible to live to this age.

"All hair and teeth fell out; severe malnutrition; obvious jaundice on the face, chest and abdomen, suspected of severely damaged liver function; severe skin ulceration on the back of the neck and the outside of the arms, suspected of mid-stage skin cancer..."

While Ivan was analyzing this person's condition, Layton had already crouched in front of him holding the can.

The reason why he chose this goal is also very simple. An older person like this old man must have lived in the space station for a long time, so he must know more things.Secondly, this guy is so weak that he can't even walk. He can only sit on the ground slumped on the scaffolding. Even if he wants to avoid Layton, he has no way to move his body.

"Hey, old man, can you hear me?" Layton picked up the can and shook it in front of the old man's eyes.

The opponent's pair of cloudy eyeballs rolled slowly, and finally locked on the can in Layton's hand, and subconsciously made a swallowing motion in his throat.

"I want to ask you something." Layton continued to tell him.

The other party just looked at the can and didn't respond.

"If you answer my question affirmatively, this, here, the can, see? This is for you." Layton moved the can a little higher.

"...Give it to me." The old man finally opened his mouth. He stretched out his hand with some difficulty, and grabbed the can that Layton handed over.

Just tearing off the aluminum easy-open lid on the can almost exhausted his whole body strength, and then, completely ignoring the risk of being cut by the sharp edge of the can, he directly removed the food frozen in the fat and soup with his fingers. The beef tenderloin was fished out and quickly stuffed into his mouth.

He has no teeth, so he can't chew these artificial meat products at all. He can only squeeze the food with his bare gums, mash it as much as possible, and then swallow the whole meat like a jujube.

Even Ivan, who stood behind and watched coldly, couldn't help worrying whether this way of eating would choke people to death—according to the requirements of nursing, patients like this can only be given liquid food. As for the specific There are very strict requirements on nutritional ratio and hygienic conditions.

But in the sick village, even filling one's stomach has become a luxury, and no one cares about these things.

"Hey, old man, don't bother with eating, you are answering my question." Layton tapped his knuckles on the floor next to the old man with some dissatisfaction, "What's the meaning of that broadcast just now?"

The old man struggled to swallow what was in his mouth, and then wrapped the half of the can with a dirty rag. After all this was done, he raised his head and looked at Lei with somewhat dull eyes. pause.

He stared at Layton for a full ten seconds before pointing to the can wrapped in cloth, and said, "One, not enough..."

"Fuck! Insatiable, right?" Layton said slightly angrily, but when he thought of Ivan's warning, he tried his best to suppress his anger and asked patiently, "Then tell yourself, you still need a few cans , to answer my question?"

"Two...Give me two more...I...I'll tell you." The old man stretched out two skinny fingers and said intermittently.

His lungs and trachea also seemed to be diseased, and after just saying these few words, his chest rose and fell violently, as if he would stop breathing at any time.

"The last two, if you still dare to play with me, I'll put my hand down your throat and dig out all the things you just ate, old bastard!" Layton said viciously, and took out from his backpack. Two cans were thrown to the old man.

The old man caught the can, first looked around vigilantly, then carefully hid the can behind himself, and then said to Layton: "Just now... that is... the oracle."

"Oracle? What does an oracle mean?"

"They... want to choose... fighters... and... sacrifices."

[PS Thanks go to hell big brother (brother, your starting point ID is a string of numbers, QQ is anonymous, I have to use WeChat name to call you.) The reward of 100000 starting point coins, this book finally has a fifth leader!And after this brother learned that Apple would take away one-third of the IOS rewards, he gave me a red envelope on WeChat. I am really grateful.

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The addition of the leader will probably be added after a while. I have a headache from the electric drill for the past few days... It is a bit difficult to maintain the daily update... I am very sorry. 】

(End of this chapter)