Although it can be imagined from the content of the flyer that the name of the religion may be absurd, and it may contain typos, but Jiang Baimian never expected that they would be so naked and play 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 asked quite seriously, holding back his smile.
Shang Jian Yao grabbed the answer before Odick:
"Drag everyone's IQ down, and they'll get smarter."
Odick glanced at the nonsense guy, wondering if he was joking, or if it was more suitable to join the "anti-intellectualism".
Breathing out slowly, Odick briefly explained:
"As many people think, anti-intellectualism also believes that the destruction of the old world was because people at that time were doing research in various taboo fields, which brought disaster.
"However, they went a step further and felt that human beings were too smart and mastered too many things. If people in the old world didn't think much, grow wisdom, read books, and learn knowledge, there would be no exploration taboos at all. Things in the realm will not lead to the end.
"They also believe that the appearance of the 'innocent disease' and the existence of the 'inadvertent' is not only a disaster, but also a revelation given by the old people: as long as human beings regress to the level of wisdom of the 'inadvertent', a new world will come, open its doors.
"So, anti-intellectualism preaches that thinking is a trap and knowledge is poison, hoping to burn all books and eradicate all places that provide education, so that people can only live by instinct and the experience taught by their parents.
"As for things like exploring the future, just follow the guidance of Zhisui and listen to the instructions of a small number of God-chosen people.
"Thinking is a sin for them."
Hearing this, Shang Jianyao nodded and made a judgment eagerly:
"Then they must be easy to deceive."
"On the dusty soil, 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.
At the end, she asked again:
"Who is Zhi Sui who is anti-Intellectual belief?"
Odick pondered for a while and said:
"'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, which refers to the humble, obscure, mediocre, and servile people." Jiang Baimian said thoughtfully. (Note 1)
Odick was a little surprised, glanced at Jiang Baimian, but did not speak.
He didn't know that "the last man" had such a meaning. Before today, he still felt that it was full of mystery, and it was worthy of the title of a senior.
After a few seconds of silence, Odick looked around and said:
"It's 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 one clue."
"The value of your clue is above the information I provided." Odyk said frankly.
Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and didn't ask any more questions.
At this time, Shang Jianyao suddenly said:
"Who among your parents is the gray-earth race?"
This question made Odick a little confused, and he didn't understand how he turned in this direction.
However, this is not something that needs to be kept secret, he replied casually:
"My father."
"What's his surname?" Shang Jianyao was excited.
Odick became more and more unable to understand what the other party wanted to do, took a step back, and said in a deep voice:
"Europe."
He has always been more vigilant about this abnormal situation, because he has encountered many awakened people, and understands that sometimes the danger is hidden in ordinary words.
"Pfft..." Jiang Baimian laughed, "So your name..."
His surname is Ou and his name is Dick, and this connection has the feeling of Honghe language.
"Sure enough." Shang Jianyao clenched his right fist and slammed 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 his mentally ill eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything, turned and walked back to the hall of the Hunters Guild.
Jiang Baimian watched him leave, and asked without turning his head:
"You didn't even ask him to 'make friends'."
"He answered too many." Shang Jianyao sighed.
"Well." Jiang Baimian nodded and said, "In terms of ability to use, there is still a bottom line. You and Captain Fei Lin's 'making friends' will not snoop on his privates, mainly for the convenience of cooperation. And to ensure his own safety, so there is no problem, and Odik said everything he could say, 'making friends' will only be to find out whether he is an Awakened, what the three abilities are, and what the cost is, in him If you don't show hostility, forget it, try not to hurt innocents."
She took the opportunity to teach Shang Jianyao and help him establish the correct three views.
This is the responsibility of the leader.
Shang Jianyao replied with three words:
"Wang Beicheng."
"..." Jiang Baimian was angry at first, and then he came to his senses, "I just made a verbal assumption, and I didn't really beat him!"
Shang Jianyao glanced at Jiang Baimian's raised left hand and turned his eyes to Wild Wolf Lane:
"I wonder when those bars will open?"
"Do you want to go from house to house to check on Lin Feifei's whereabouts? By the way, dance at each house?" Jiang Baimian asked sharply.
Shang Jianyao was shocked:
"Can you dance in a bar?"
"Stop pretending, it's not like you didn't hear the music last night." Jiang Baimian ruthlessly pierced Shang Jianyao's disguise.
Although the basic education of the company does not mention what else the bar can do other than drink, but at night, the music on West Street will not completely subside until two or three in the morning, and people with brains will make certain associations.
Before waiting for Shang to meet Yao, Jiang Baimian said "um":
"I have to let Xiaobai go. She is familiar with the underground trading market here and knows who to ask."
"Well." Shang Jianyao was very sorry, but also recognized that the most suitable candidate for this matter was Bai Chen.
"Let's go, there's no need to wait in the guild. Will there be new clues in a while?" Jiang Baimian took the lead in walking to the central square, preparing to do the "Wild Grass City Folklore Survey".
This is her homework assignment for herself.
While walking, Jiang Baimian suddenly smiled and said:
"Our group, except for you, all have colors in their names, Dabai, Xiaobai, and Xiaohong. You're the only one who doesn't fit in."
"I am the color of sunlight." Shang Jianyao replied immediately.
Jiang Baimian said "um":
"Yeah, Yao means sunshine..."
…
In the evening, Bai Chen, wearing a grey scarf, led Long Yuehong into the Wild Wolf Lane.
Compared with the morning, it is very lively here, and music is heard everywhere, interwoven into a dynamic melody.
Many relic hunters who lack caring are born and die. There is no tomorrow. Once there is a little extra money and supplies on hand, it is inevitable that they will come to indulge.
Regardless of alcohol or the warm embrace of women and men, they can temporarily forget the cruelty of life. They don't have to think about what tasks to take tomorrow, where to take risks, and whether they can still live.
In Wild Grass City, where the Hunter Guild is extremely powerful, this has brought about a deformed prosperity of the local bar and nightclub industry.
When many homeless settlements on the ash soil do not have enough food, part of the food and fruit can be squeezed out to make wine.
At the same time, the municipal department of Wild Grass City also cooperated with the green light, marking the street outside the living area, even in winter, there is no need for power outages.
With the flashing lights, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong entered a nightclub called "Today", bypassed the dance floor where many people were writhing crazily, and came to the front of the bar.
Bai Chen flexed his fingers, knocked on the bar seven times in a row, and said in his usual tone:
"Two cups of gold ore."
It's a distilled wine, so called Gold Olay because it was popular in Primordial City, as popular as the paper money "Olay".
The bartender who was wiping his glass raised his head and looked at Bai Chen:
"I have better recommendations."
"What is it?" Bai Chen asked cooperatively.
The bartender laughed:
"Wheat ears.
"You can go directly to the back to taste."
He pointed to the wooden door on the other side of the bar that seemed to lead to the kitchen.
"Okay." Bai Chen turned around.
At this time, the bartender also knocked on the surface of the bar, a total of eight times, 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 that the agreed password had changed, and this will be used next time.
After pushing open the door that looked like a kitchen, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong passed through a room full of debris and a narrow corridor, and saw two strong men in black with submachine guns.
After checking the code again, they were put in and went down the stairs into the ground.
There is a large hall here, with tables, chairs, benches, and other things. Dozens of people sit in different places, chatting and laughing with their friends under the sunlight.
This looks like a place for private parties, not a so-called underground trading market, which is completely different from what Long Yuehong 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 of average height, about 1.7 meters, but his arms are thick and his body is strong, and he is very strong at first glance.
In the cold winter, the man only wore a short-sleeved black cotton T-shirt and brightly colored loose shorts, lacking sufficient awe of the temperature.
He had a shaved head, tattooed with a blue-black wolf-shaped symbol representing the Primal City, and his face was full of flesh, and he belonged to someone who could scare a child into tears by doing nothing.
Behind him were two bodyguard-style men in black. Their waists were bulging, and weapons were hidden at a glance.
It is not obvious that the man of the specific age walked towards Bai Chen step by step, showing a playful smile:
"You really escaped
"You really dare to come back here?"
His eyes were cold, without the slightest smile.
Bai Chen's body trembled slightly, and he lost his usual calm and composure.
Long Yuehong witnessed such a scene, although she was a little scared in her heart, but she felt that she couldn't just watch it like this.
The team leader said that we have to protect each other... Long Yuehong gritted her teeth, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of Bai Chen.
His body also trembled slightly, but he still looked at the bald man without flinching.
Uh... Actually, I'm not too short... Looking at the height of the other side, he suddenly flashed such a realization.
Note 1: From Nietzsche, the concept opposite of "Superman".