blood plague

Chapter 3 Information Exchange
"Father, maybe what I said is extremely unbelievable, but I am not crazy, let alone talking nonsense." Iger said carefully while organizing his vocabulary nervously. At this time, he regretted a little. Who knew that this strong priest was Not fanatics, after hearing the statement, they arrested themselves as a "demon", crucified them first, and then burned them to death to sacrifice to heaven.

Anyway, it's an old tradition that they burn witches and demons or something.

It's just that there is no turning back. Iger, who woke up and said something wrong, must pay for his mistakes. He either tried every means to deceive the wise old man in front of him perfectly, or he raised his head to the priest. Be honest about everything.

After stabilizing his mind, Iger said to Father Locke with an attitude of resigning himself to fate, "I am not a human being in this world. I originally lived in a country called the Central Plains, but I woke up inexplicably in this state. In the body. Father, I swear, I did nothing and I was a victim too."

After Father Locke stared at Iger's face for a while, he asked, "Is there any difference between your place and ours?"

"I don't know yet." Iger scratched his hair and said frantically, "At least, we don't have such a ghost thing there."

"Oh." Father Locke sighed and said, "Three days ago, we didn't have any here."

"So Father, I need to know some important information from you, which will help me understand the current situation." Iger said cautiously to Father Locke.

Father Locke nodded.

After being affirmed, Iger asked the first question he wanted to know the most: "First of all, are there any gods, demons, or any non-human humanoid existence in this world?"

After hearing Iger's question, Father Locke didn't answer directly. He asked instead: "Son, do you believe in gods?"

"No!" Iger shook his head and replied affirmatively: "I am a pure Max materialist."

"Haha." Father Locke suddenly laughed softly after hearing Iger's answer, and his sudden laughter made Iger at a loss.Father Locke said to Iger: "Child, I really believe that you are not Oliver Evans. Max materialist, I haven't heard this word for many years."

"Are there any gods in that world?" Iger asked eagerly.

"No." Father Locke said, "In other words, I hoped that God would save us, but He didn't appear."

"Okay. That is to say, this world is a technology-oriented worldview." Iger rubbed his smooth chin and said, "That is to say, the source of the ghosts outside should be bacteria, fungi, or viral infections. In the end The source of it should be aliens."

Father Locke was startled by Iger's brain hole. The child was still asking about the existence of gods in the last sentence, but the next sentence turned to aliens. The fast-paced ordinary people couldn't keep up.

"Why?" asked Father Locke.

Iger was waiting for this flattering question, and he said with confidence: "The limit of magic is the gods, the limit of technology is the aliens, and the worldview can't go beyond this range."

"Well, what you said seems to make sense." Father Locke said, "But I suspect that this disaster has something to do with the people in the White House. After all, it's only the third day, and they've already been airdropping healing serum around. It means that they have been doing research for a long time."

When Iger heard this, he clapped his hands excitedly and said: "That's the end. Alien creatures fell into the earth with meteorites. After the White House got it, it organized personnel to study and try to weaponize it. At the same time, it created a healing serum just in case. Who knows how it accidentally leaked out, causing widespread infection. The white house airdropped the therapeutic serum, and I'm afraid it's with the mentality of doing a phase III clinical trial."

America, where Father Locke lives, was originally a hotbed of various conspiracy theories, so Iger's brainstorming did not surprise Father Locke much.After he sighed, he said to Iger: "What you said is useless to our current situation. No matter who you are, you need to go through this catastrophe with us now."

"Yes." Hearing Father Locke's words, Iger felt a deep melancholy in his heart. To be honest, he was really not mentally prepared for how to face this cruel world. If he was asked to kill himself immediately and change his luck, Iger didn't This courage, what if the game is really over.

For a moment, Iger felt that it would be good if Father Locke didn't save himself, and it felt good to die in such a groggy way.

The first question is solved, now the second has to be asked.

Iger asked Father Locke: "Father, I want to know what your physical fitness point is."

Father Locke frowned unnaturally when he heard Iger's words, and then he said gently to Iger: "My child, you must remember one thing. Everyone's attributes are extremely private and top-secret information. Asking someone for their attribute points is an extremely serious provocation and insult."

Iger's face changed, it's too bad, I accidentally stepped on mine.

But Father Locke then continued: "But child, out of my trust in you, I am willing to tell you. My physical fitness point is 7 points."

Iger nodded. It seems that he is not the only one who can see the attribute points, and people in this world are used to it, just like people will die if they don’t breathe, they will die if they don’t eat, and they will die if they don’t shit. Normal cognition.

Father Locke suddenly asked and answered: "Can't you see your own attribute points in your world?"

Iger shook his head, and he said: "There is no way to see it directly. You have to go through a lot of complex equipment to do a lot of inspections, and then analyze it by a very professional person, and finally get a general situation."

"That's really inconvenient." Father Locke said sympathetically.

Hearing this comforting words, Iger was in a complicated mood at this time.

Having said that, Iger asked Father Locke: "Father, my attribute points are very low now, how can I improve them?"

Hearing Iger's question, Father Locke said strangely: "The attribute is the response of your body's current condition. It is not the cause of your strength but a result. Through purposeful and continuous exercise, your body becomes stronger. , the attribute points will naturally increase. Isn’t it like this over there?”

Iger nodded again in a complicated mood, and he said, "It's the same with us."

Yes, the more you run, the better your endurance will be, the more you will increase your strength, and the more you will read books, your mind will become smarter. Which world is not like this?

"Father." After Iger was melancholy for a while, the courage to live was better than death, and he said to Father Locke: "I am not a child, I have consciousness, and I have the responsibility for our survival. Give what you can.”

"Okay, very good, we are extremely understaffed now." Father Locke highly praised Iger's attitude of asking for a job as soon as he recovered from dying. He hadn't seen such a hardworking child for many years.

Father Locke asked Iger, "Son, what skills do you have? I can assign work to you."

"Me?" Iger glanced at his attribute bar again, and said eagerly: "I know everything, just a little bit."

Iger stretched out his thumb and index finger to the priest unconfidently, with only a slight gap between them.

(End of this chapter)