blood plague

Chapter 4 Dinner
Iger and Father Locke were talking, and he heard the crisp sound of a triangle iron coming from outside the door, ding ding ding, crisp and clear.

"It's dinner time, let's go eat first." Father Locke said to Iger.

When Iger heard about the meal, he nodded happily. To be honest, he has been hungry for a long time.In fact, this is a good thing. If he wakes up with a strong feeling of fullness in his stomach, this is what makes people feel broken.

In the chapel of the church, the originally neat rows of seats were tidied up, and a long wooden table was placed in the tidied up space. Sister Maria was scooping some color into several large bowls placed on the table. Not too good gooey.

When Iger walked to the table and watched Father Locke's signal, he randomly chose a seat to sit down. At this time, he found that there were 5 large bowls filled with mush on the table, but there were only 4 seats.

Iger's doubts didn't last long. After a while, a man with a strong and powerful appearance pushed a wheelchair to the table. A short-haired woman with freckles sat on the wheelchair. Out of politeness, Iger looked at After one glance, he looked away.

"Are you the child who was rescued today?" The woman in the wheelchair asked Iger with interest. Compared with her ordinary appearance, her voice was extremely pleasant. Such a huge contrast made Iger turn his head and look at her again. glance.

Well, she looks very ordinary indeed.

Seeing Iger in a daze, the wheelchair woman said very familiarly: "Welcome to the Gospel Church, my name is Lily."

"Hello." After a brief pause, Iger decided to continue using the name "Lidan", so he nodded to Lily and said, "My name is Iger, Iger Lee."

As Iger expected, Father Locke sat aside and didn't say anything, but Vance, the strong old man standing behind Lily, frowned.

To be honest, Vance didn't have a lot of contacts, and he didn't have much contact with children, but he can be sure that there is absolutely no family surnamed Li in this community.

This kid is wearing the uniform of the local school again, who the hell is this brat.

Fortunately, Vance did not delve into the question.

When everyone arrived, Iger was not in a hurry to pick up his spoon and snort the bowl of mysterious mush after everyone sat at the table. He glanced at his father.In the Central Plains, it is a rule that the elders move the chopsticks first.

Unexpectedly, the four people at the table began to put their hands together, and prayed before the meal under the leadership of the priest.

"Thank you Lord for giving us food." Father Locke took the lead.

"Amen." The other three responded in unison.

Iger sat at the table in embarrassment, but fortunately the priest didn't care whether he attended the prayer or not.It was only at this time that Iger came to his senses. He told a priest that he was a Max materialist, and his performance was no less than directly slapping people. Fortunately, the priest didn't care.

When Father Locke scooped up the batter in his bowl with a spoon, Iger couldn't wait to start it. He thought that he still maintained an orderly demeanor despite being so hungry, but Iger looked up after scraping the bowl. Among the other four people Vance, who ate the fastest, still had half a bowl left.

"Thank you, it's delicious." Iger said embarrassedly.

This statement is half true and half false.The real part is that this paste really whetted his appetite, and the fake part is that this paste tastes really bad.In Iger's countless memories, the bowl of mush can be compared to the Sanhe mud that was forced to be fed by the teacher in the kindergarten.

Father Locke looked at Iger, who was hesitating whether to lick the bowl, and said, "I'm sorry, child. Each of us has the same share."

"Uh, thank you Father, I know." Iger blushed a little, and he decided not to lick the bowl.

"Father." Sister Maria said, "We are running out of food."

Father Locke stopped the spoon in his hand and asked, "How much more?"

"I'm sorry, but when I was making the soup tonight, I took a piece of bread out of the food." Sister Maria said, "This piece of bread is our last ration."

To be honest, the Gospel Church can have three days of food rations, which is beyond ordinary people's wealth.

Except for farmers, most American people do not have a second ration at home. They have a kind of paranoid requirement for freshness. For example, if a whole roast chicken is left cold, it will be considered expired and must be thrown away.

The richest American in the world is actually facing real hunger. Even Father Locke wonders if this is God's punishment for himself.

A piece of bread, 5 people, this is not a math problem, but a real problem.

"Father, it's time to let go of some principles." Vance said from the side: "We are not stealing, but to survive." After finishing speaking, Vance turned to Iger and said, "Boy, wait a minute Come with me. We'll get some food from the bakery at night under the cover of darkness."

When Iger heard Vance's words, he thought for a while and said, "I object."

When Vance heard this, he frowned. Before he could speak, Iger continued: "I don't think traveling at night is a good plan."

"Huh?" Vance retorted with some displeasure: "Do you think it's better to go out in broad daylight with a good view? Today, the priest and I went to chase the airdrop supplies, but a large group of demons were chasing us. Who knows what would have happened if we hadn't climbed a few walls in a row."

"Listen to me, okay?" Iger was not annoyed when his words were interrupted. As an outsider, he has no right to get angry. "I have an experience of being infected, and I can tell you about it."

When Iger said this, even Vance couldn't refute it, and the four people at the table were waiting to hear what he said.

"First of all, I can be sure that my vision is blurred after being infected." Iger said while recalling: "I don't know how far I met you, but I can only see two blurred The figure. It may have something to do with my high fever and bloodshot eyes, anyway, I can see things blurry."

Father Locke and Vance both nodded.At that time, the school corridor was very well lit, and when they saw Iger staggering towards them, they thought it was another demon.

In school, Vance used his beloved logging ax to kill several little devils, including one of his favorite ones.

"Although my eyesight is affected, my hearing is fine, and I heard your conversation clearly." In order to prove that he was not lying, Iger whispered: "At that time, the uncle wanted to kill me, but the priest rescued me." me."

"Dad, how could you treat him like this!" After hearing Iger's words, Lily turned her head angrily and shouted at Vance.

Being so annoyed by his daughter, Vance just patted the back of his head and said, "He looked like a ghost at that time, who knows if he is still alive."

"So, those ghosts, I think it's better to call them infected." Iger was not angry with Vance, but he had a lot of affection for Lily. He said, "I think infected people mainly rely on sound to search for them." Living. Or, or smell."

Iger said with a deep voice: "I remember the feeling very clearly at that time. I was very thirsty and wanted to drink any liquid. Maybe the infected people bit the living people. They didn't want to eat meat, but to drink blood."

As soon as Iger said this, the two ladies present were shocked from ear to ear.

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