What are they afraid of? Why would they rather escalate the conflict than openly acknowledge the cause of the accident? Is it because it involves some unspeakable secret? "I can't be sure yet," Qi Ji's voice emerged in her mind, "mainly because I found two abnormalities." Lunxi's heart was lifted up: "What do you mean?" "First, he has been using some strange means to monitor our voices since we left the church...including now." "Is that why you're talking to me via telepathic communication?" "Yes, no matter what his purpose is, try not to let him succeed." Qi Ji said. Lunxi nodded slightly, understanding. This alone was very strange, indicating that he cared about them very much and wanted to learn certain information by eavesdropping on their conversation.
As believers in the "God of Grace and Redemption", "uprightness" is the most basic creed. If you have any questions, why not just ask directly? Why do we have to act nonchalant when talking to someone face to face? Is it that thing that cannot be said? "This is indeed very strange...what about the second point?" Lunxi's emotions gradually became excited. The experience of getting closer to the truth little by little made her feel a sense of wonderful pleasure. "In my hometown, there is a director named Hitchcock... You can think of him as a director who plans stage plays." Qi Ji smiled but did not give a direct answer. "He came up with a professional term, 'MacGuffin'." "McGuffin?" Lunxi didn't understand why Qi Ji suddenly mentioned this. "What is this?" "It refers to objects, characters, or goals that can advance the plot in movies... stage plays," Qi Ji said, "For example, an object that the characters are fighting for, or a key eyewitness... In short, a MacGuffin can make the plot develop smoothly." "Xiao Qiji, what you mean is... have you found the 'MacGuffin' that belongs to our 'story'?" "Of course," Qi Ji stopped, turned to look at Lunxi with a smile, and said directly, "It's somewhere in the church." "And this is exactly the second 'abnormal' point I want to mention," she continued, "Behind the church hall, right below the bell tower, there is a large amount of spiritual aura of the antidote for the fever." "That is to say..." Lunxi's face was still a little confused. "There used to be a lot of antidotes for the fever stored in the church bell tower? What does this mean?" "Think about it, the church is a branch of the so-called 'Holy Temple', right? Only higher-level churches are qualified to interfere in church affairs, right?" Qi Ji persuaded: "Logically speaking, there shouldn't be a lot of things stored inside the church other than church supplies." She looked meaningfully into Lancy's eyes: "But, the antidote... wasn't it bought from the mainland by Baron Lionsmith?" "...This!?" Lunxi suddenly realized something, and his expression changed drastically, "Didn't the antidote be bought by Baron Lionsmith?!" "I remember that this was not the first time the epidemic broke out." Qi Ji looked back at the church that was getting blurry in the distance, and at the bell tower that stood like a standard. "That time, because the supplies from the higher church arrived in time, the situation in Stio did not continue to deteriorate." "Yes... yes, that was last month." Lunxi's voice began to tremble slightly, perhaps because of shock, or perhaps because of excitement. "Now there is a question that we must clarify," Qi Ji retracted his gaze, and the smile on his face became brighter. "A month ago, when the fever first broke out... did the supplies sent by the higher church include the antidote for the fever?"
========================= The weekly like assistant reminds you that today is Monday, you can like it again b(￣▽￣)d Some adjustments to the update This book is expected to be released this Saturday. At the current update speed, it is impossible to reach the word count requirement of 18 words before Saturday, so some adjustments will be made to the short-term updates: From today (this Monday) to September 9 (this Friday), the update will be adjusted to three updates, distributed at 3:10, 00:16, and 00:20. So there are three chapters today, and the remaining two will be completed before 11pm. As for the three updates every Sunday, I will reduce it to two, otherwise the manuscripts and typing speed will not be able to keep up QAQ Chapter 62: The fallen dog will not die well! (Part ) The midday sun hangs high in the sky. The scorching heat wave swept across the streets, making the steaming streets even hotter and more unbearable. However, even so, the front of the magnificently decorated store was still crowded with people of all kinds, and the stench of sweat and high temperature could not defeat their eagerness at all. Just like the heat of the desert cannot overcome the traveler's thirst for water. A man stood at the door, pretending to close the stall while shouting impatiently: "Sold out, sold out, come back tomorrow!" The already restless crowd suddenly became excited—— "Sold out?! Are you kidding me!" “It’s only been half an hour!” "I've been waiting since the early hours of the morning, and you told me it's sold out!?" "Please, please sell one more! I've sold out for three consecutive days. If I can't cure my husband today, he and the children will starve to death!" "..." "Get out! It's gone, it's gone. If you keep yelling, I'll throw you out!" The man at the door was already annoyed by the sultry weather, and now faced with the shouting of the crowd, he was completely ignited and cursed without any hesitation. "Bang!" As the iron-clad sliding door was slammed shut, all the prayers and roars were blocked out. "Everyone, look at me, look at me! I have something to announce!" Suddenly a voice in the crowd shouted: "I bought three extra copies. If anyone needs them, I can resell them!" The crowded crowd suddenly became quiet, and half a second later, wild and excited shouts broke out. "Great! Please sell it to me!"
"Sell it to me! Sell it to me! I'll give you 3500 Ferums!" "Damn it, I want it! I'll give you 3600!" "3700!" The man who had just spoken looked at the auction-like scene, smiled calmly, and raised the medicine bottles tied together with a rope in his hand high up: "I'll give you a number. 4500 Ferum!" This number was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, causing everyone to fall into silence. "Hey, isn't your asking price too high?" someone angrily expressed his dissatisfaction, "The original price is only 3000, and you're already making a lot of money by offering 3500!" The man was not moved at all, and raised his eyebrows in contempt: "Then you can buy it with 3000 Ferums! Whether you can buy it or not is another matter, and whether you can afford to wait is another matter." "The profiteers will not die well!" "You are such a greedy guy!" "..." His provocation made people indignant and they started cursing. Some even touched their hidden weapons insidiously, hoping to find an opportunity to rob them. "I bought this medicine with my own ability. The price I pay is up to me. Isn't this natural? Do you understand free trade?" The man winked at the people around him: "I advise you to calm down. Do you want to rob in broad daylight? This is not the same as the East District or the South District. This is not a place for you barbarians and bitches to run wild!" As soon as he finished speaking, two burly figures suddenly appeared, one on the left and one on the right, protecting him in the middle. They were two guards wearing leather armor and holding machetes. Feeling the powerful aura emanating from these two men, the angry crowd shut up angrily, and the few people who wanted to take action also stopped. In addition to the angry shouters, there were a few people in the crowd who did not say a word from beginning to end. They just sighed helplessly and left dejectedly, as if they were accustomed to this situation. "I, I want it!" A man dressed in slightly more upscale clothes gritted his teeth, raised his hand and shouted, "Four thousand and five is four thousand and five, I'll buy it!" "Deal!" The man took a bottle of medicine off the rope and handed it to one of the guards, asking him to pass it on and take the money back. "Happy transaction!" After selling one, he shouted again, "Two, two! Only two left! Leave as soon as they're sold out!" At this time, a cold and pleasant voice came: "Ten thousand. I want them all." The man was stunned, as if he had not expected someone to act so boldly, and he was unable to react for a moment. But soon his brows brightened up, and he smiled towards the direction of the voice and said, "Who wants it?" A petite figure wearing a cloak and a hood walked from the edge of the street. She was dressed mysteriously, but judging by her voice and figure, she was a girl in her teens. Everyone's eyes were focused on her, finding it hard to believe that such a small thing could come up with so much money. "Miss, the medicine is all yours." The man didn't care who the buyer was. He would accept anyone who wanted it. The guard took the two bottles of medicine along with the lanyards, and the girl took out six golden coins from her cloak and exchanged them with the guard.
"Gudu..." The crowd looked at the coins that the guard passed to the man, their Adam's apples moving and their eyes staring wide open. There are six gold coins, three small and three big. The big one has the number "10" engraved on it, and the small one has "1" engraved on it. "This is...El!?" "By the grace of God, I have never seen such a thing!" "Take off your hat, this is Al! Show some respect!" "..." Amid the exclamations, some people secretly moved towards the girl, holding weapons in their hidden hands and sweating from nervousness. He stared at the girl putting the two bottles of antidote into her cloak, thinking to himself, "I'm sorry, little girl. Who told you not to know the principle of not showing off your wealth?" If you can't do anything to a well-trained guard, how can you do nothing to a little brat?! Even if she is rich or noble, doing this might get her into big trouble, but at this time she has no choice but to take the risk! "Wait, I have something to ask you." The man selling medicine got the money and was about to leave with a smile, but the girl suddenly stopped him. The man looked over in confusion: "Oh? Miss, what else can I do for you?" "Nothing special," the girl said leisurely, "I'm just a little curious... How did you and 'him' split the money? 30% to 70% or 50% to 50%?" "What do you mean?" The man's expression changed slightly. "Why don't I understand?" The girl walked towards the closed door of the store and said, "Do you really need me to explain it so clearly? These three antidotes were not bought by you. They were taken directly from the pharmacy." "You know the owner of this store, and you colluded with him long ago. After he announced that the items were sold out, you took the opportunity to raise the price and make a final profit." She looked at the man, and her blurry eyes under the hood seemed to be able to see through everything: "It's just such a simple matter. I just want to ask how you are going to divide the spoils with him afterwards." As soon as these words were spoken, the noisy crowd instantly quieted down. "Sir, is what she said true?" A tall man with a mustache and a gentle temperament said angrily that he was the one who bought the first bottle of medicine from the man. "Miss, you are really wrongly accusing a good person by saying such things without any evidence," the man's expression darkened. "You are too shameless to slander someone without any evidence, aren't you?" "As for the evidence," the girl laughed softly, her sweet voice making people imagine, "there is indeed no evidence, but I can ask the boss to explain it to us personally." "I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" A middle-aged man rushed out from the side of the drugstore, tumbling and crawling, and fell to his knees. "It's true! Everything she said is true! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!" Chapter 63: The fallen dog will not die well! (Part ) "Ah, it's the store manager!" "The store manager admitted it himself!? He admitted it!" "By the grace of God, it is actually true!"
"How cruel! You are using our lives to make money!" "I'll fucking kill you!" "..." The man selling medicine turned pale when he saw this, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead, dripping down his cheeks and chin.