Embers Ad Infinitum

Although it can be imagined from the content of the flyer that the name of the religion may be absurd, and may contain typos, Jiang Baimian did not expect that they were so naked and they played the banner of "anti-intellectual", giving people a kind of They claim to be mentally handicapped and feel complacent.

"Why is it called this name?" Jiang Baimian forced his smile and asked quite seriously.

Shang Jian Yao gave an answer before Odick:

"If everyone's IQ is lowered, they will become smarter."

Odick glanced at this nonsense guy and couldn't figure out whether he was joking or was more suitable to join the "anti-intellectual".

Sighing out slowly, Odick explained briefly:

"As many people believe, anti-intellectualism also believes that the destruction of the old world was caused by people doing research in various taboo areas at that time.

"However, they further felt that human beings are too smart and have mastered too many things. If people in the old world don’t think much, don’t increase their wisdom, don’t read books, or learn knowledge, there will be no taboos for exploration. Things in the field will not lead to doomsday.

"They also believe that the emergence of the'unintentional' and the existence of the'unintentional' are not only disasters, but also a revelation given by the clerks: as long as human beings regress to the level of wisdom of the'intentionless', then a new world will come. Open its door.

"Therefore, anti-intellectual education propagates thinking is a trap, and knowledge is a poison. I hope that all books can be burned, and all places that provide education can be eliminated, so that people can live only by instinct and the experience taught by their parents.

"As for exploring things like the future, just follow the guidance of the old age and follow the instructions of a small number of selected people.

"For them, thinking is a sin."

Hearing this, Shang Jianyao nodded, eager to make a judgment:

"Then they must be very cheating."

"On the dust, everyone needs to worry too much. It may be a happy thing to give up thinking." Jiang Baimian said in a tone of irony and sigh.

Finally, she asked again:

"Which old-timer is the anti-intellectual belief?"

Odick pondered for a moment:

"'Last Man', the'Last Man' in charge of March."

"The last man... I remember that there was this term in the philosophical writings of the old world, referring to the humble, awkward, mediocre, and full of servility." Jiang Baimian said thoughtfully. (Note 1)

Odick was a little surprised at once, glanced at Jiang Baimian, did not speak.

He didn't know that "the last man" had such a meaning. Before today, he still felt that this was full of mystery, and he was worthy of the title of a persistent year old.

After a few seconds of silence, Odick looked around and said:

"Almost there, I hope there will be opportunities to exchange information later."

Jiang Baimian came back to his senses and asked with a smile:

"Why do you allow us to ask so many questions?

"We only gave a clue."

"The value of your clue is above the information I provided." Odick said frankly.

Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and didn't ask any more.

At this time, Shang Jianyao suddenly spoke:

"Among your parents, who is the dust race?"

This question made Odick a little confused and didn't understand how to turn this direction.

However, this is not something that needs to be kept secret, he replied casually:

"My father."

"What's his last name?" Shang Jian Yao was excited.

Oddik became more confused about what the other party wanted to do, took a step back, and said in a deep voice:

"Europe."

He has always been more vigilant against this abnormal situation, because he has encountered many awakened people, and understands that sometimes the danger is hidden in ordinary words.

"Puff..." Jiang Baimian laughed out, "So your name..."

The last name is O, and the first name is Dick, and this connection has the feeling of Honghe language.

"Sure enough." Shang Jian Yao shook his right and punched his left palm, putting on an expression that I guessed right.

"..." Odick swept back and forth between Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao several times with a mentally ill look, and finally said nothing, turned and walked back to the hunter's guild hall.

Jiang Baimian watched him leave without turning his head to ask:

"You didn't find him to'make friends'."

"He answered too much." Shang Jianyao sighed.

"Yeah." Jiang Baimian nodded, "In terms of ability to use, there is still a bottom line. You and Captain Fei Lin will'make friends' and will not listen to his privacy, mainly for the convenience of cooperation. And to ensure his own safety, so there is no problem, and Odick can say everything, “making friends” will only figure out whether he is an awakened, what are the three abilities, and what the cost is. If you don’t show hostility, forget it, and try not to hurt the innocent."

She took the opportunity to teach Shang Jian Yao and help him establish the correct three views.

This is the responsibility of the team leader.

Shang Jianyao returned three words:

"Wang Beicheng."

"..." Jiang Baimian turned into anger at first, and then he woke up, "I just verbally assumed, and I haven't really beaten him!"

Shang Jianyao glanced at Jiang Baimian's raised left hand, then cast his gaze on Wild Wolf Lane:

"Don't know when those bars will open?"

"Do you want to ask from house to house to confirm Lin Feifei's whereabouts? By the way, do a dance at every house?" Jiang Baimian asked sharply.

Shang Jian Yao looked shocked:

"Can dance in the bar?"

"Don't pretend, you didn't hear the music last night." Jiang Baimian ruthlessly debunked Shang Jianyao's disguise.

Although the company's basic education does not mention what the bar can do other than drinking, at night, the music on West Street will not be completely subdued until two or three in the morning, and people with brains will make certain associations.

Without waiting for Shang to see Yao, Jiang Baimian said with an "um":

"You have to let Xiaobai go about this. She is familiar with the underground trading market and knows who to ask."

"Yeah." Shang Jian Yao was very sorry, but he also recognized that the most suitable person for this matter was Bai Chen.

"Let's go, there is 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 "Weed City Folklore Survey."

This is her homework assigned to herself.

While walking, Jiang Baimian smiled suddenly:

"Our group, except you, have colors in their names, Dabai, Xiaobai and Xiaohong, but you are not gregarious."

"I am the color of sunlight." Shang Jianyao replied immediately.

Jiang Baimian said with an "um":

"Yes, Yao means sunshine..."

…………

In the evening, Bai Chen, wearing a dusting scarf, led Long Yuehong into Wild Wolf Lane.

Compared with the morning, it is very lively here, with music coming from everywhere, intertwined into a dynamic melody.

Many relic hunters who lack care are born and die. There is today and no tomorrow. Once there is a little extra money and supplies, it is inevitable that they will come over and indulge.

No matter alcohol, or the warm embrace of women and men, they can temporarily forget the cruelty of life, without having to think about what tasks they will take on tomorrow, where to take risks, or whether they can live.

In Weed City, where the Hunter Guild is extremely powerful, this has also brought about the abnormal prosperity of the local bar and nightclub industry.

When many homeless settlements on the dusty soil don't have enough food, some food and fruits can be squeezed out to make wine.

At the same time, the municipal department of Yecao City also gave the green light very cooperatively, marking this side of the street outside the living area, even in winter, there is no power outage.

With the flashing lights, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong entered a nightclub called "Today", bypassed the dance floor where many people were twisting crazily, and came to the front of the bar.

Bai Chen raised his finger, tapped on the bar seven times, and said in his usual tone:

"Two cups of Jin Ole."

This is a distilled wine. The reason why it is called Jin Ole is because it was very popular in the original city, as popular as the paper currency "Ole".

The bartender wiping the glass raised his head and looked at Bai Chen's eyes:

"I have a better recommendation."

"What is it?" Bai Chen asked cooperatively.

The bartender laughed:

"Wheat.

"You can just go and taste it later."

He pointed to the wooden door that seemed to lead to the kitchen on the other side of the bar.

"Okay." Bai Chen turned around.

At this time, the bartender also knocked on the surface of the bar, a total of eight, with four long and three short intervals, appearing alternately.

Bai Chen didn't look back, knowing that it was the bartender who was telling her: the agreed secret code has changed, and this will be used next time.

After pushing open the door of the suspected kitchen, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong passed through the room full of debris and a narrow corridor and saw two strong men in black with submachine guns.

After correcting the signal again, they were put in and went down the stairs into the ground.

There is a large hall with tables, chairs and benches. Dozens of people sit in different places, under the shining of fluorescent lamps, chatting and laughing with their friends.

This looks like a place for private gatherings instead of a so-called underground trading market, which is completely different from what Long Yuehong had expected.

Bai Chen cast his gaze over, looking for someone suitable to ask if he had seen Lin Feifei in the bar area.

Suddenly, her eyes froze.

On a dark red couch, a man stood up.

He is ordinary in height, 1.7 meters tall, but with sturdy arms and strong body.

In the cold winter, the man only wore a short-sleeved black cotton T-shirt and a pair of brightly colored loose shorts, lacking enough awe of the temperature.

He shaved his head and was tattooed with the blue-black wolf-shaped symbol representing the original city. His face was full of flesh, and he belonged to a person who could scare and cry a child by doing nothing.

Behind him were two black-clad men in the style of bodyguards, their waists bulging, and weapons were hidden at first sight.

It is not so obvious that a man of a specific age walked towards Bai Chen step by step. UU reading www.uukanshu.com showed a playful smile:

"You really escaped?

"Do you really dare to come back here?"

His eyes were cold, without the slightest smile.

Bai Chen's body shuddered slightly, but he didn't have the usual peace and stability.

When Long Yuehong witnessed such a scene, although she was a little scared in her heart, she felt that she couldn't just watch it.

The group leader said that we need to protect each other... Long Yuehong gritted his teeth and stepped forward to block Bai Chen.

His body was also a little invisible trembling, but he still looked at the bald wicked man without flinching.

Uh...Actually, I am not too short...Looking at the height of the opposite, he suddenly flashed such a recognition.

Note 1: From Nietzsche, a concept opposite to "Superman". </div>