roccoschili Chapter 362 Now, who will discriminate against whom? Who will envy whom?
Chapter 362 Now, who will discriminate against whom? Who will envy whom?
"After all this time, this is it?"
The infected person curled his lips and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I wouldn't have to bring you in to wash. Water resources are becoming increasingly scarce now. As long as the water is not contaminated with Originium dust, we will reuse it several times."
The young gendarme never dreamed that the answer he would get in the end would be like this.
For some reason, he suddenly became excited, as if he was eager to prove something, and repeatedly emphasized:
"It's to allow you infected people to live in the non-infected areas and listen to the lectures together with the non-infected people. Isn't this what you have been asking for?"
Faced with the young gendarme's explanation, the infected person seemed to have thought of something and suddenly fell silent.
The young military policeman felt relieved when he saw this reaction.
This is right.
This was the reaction that the infected people should have in his impression. As long as they heard that they could enter the non-infected area, they would act as if they were honored and try their best to squeeze in.
"So this is how we used to be... Indeed, this is how we used to be."
The infected person suddenly let out a long sigh, with nostalgia and regret in his eyes.
In the confused eyes of the young gendarmes and the thoughtful eyes of the older gendarmes, the infected person smiled with relief:
“I have been informed of your notice and I will pass it on to the neighbors.
Now that the Originium dust on your bodies has been cleaned, you can stay here for a while or leave directly. I have no objection. "
"you……"
The young gendarme opened his mouth to say something, but the older gendarme held his shoulders and stopped him in time.
"Thank you for your generosity and tolerance," the older gendarme thanked him. "We hope to take a walk around the block."
"random."
The infected person made a please gesture and then turned and walked deeper into the block.
The older gendarme looked around at the clean streets and suddenly didn't know where to go, so he simply followed the infected person.
The young gendarme was puzzled, but he still followed the older gendarme obediently.
The three of them walked through the streets, and from time to time they saw children running around in groups, and adults gathering together to chat and boast. The whole neighborhood seemed to have an atmosphere of peace and harmony.
The infected person walked to the central square of the block and stopped in front of an oversized bulletin board. He picked up a pen and paper and quickly wrote a line of words and casually posted it on the board.
Two gendarmes went forward to check and found that this was exactly what they had come to inform.
"No, you just casually posted it on the notice board without calling a meeting for the infected people to inform them?" The young military policeman was surprised. "You are not planning to secretly arrange relatives and friends to occupy all five places, are you?"
The infected person chuckled and teased the older military policeman:
“Is there something wrong with this child’s brain or his eyesight?
Why does he think that we want to leave our peaceful living environment and go to a city full of Originium to live a hard life for a few days?"
When the young military police heard this, his face under the protective suit suddenly turned red.
The older gendarme sighed and explained:
"It's a mentality problem. Because of the discrimination in his heart, he ignored the good things about your neighborhood and stayed in his own spiritual world."
"senior?!"
The young gendarme did not expect that his companion's attitude would suddenly turn towards the infected person, and he looked at the older gendarme in astonishment.
The older gendarme ignored the younger gendarme's reaction and suddenly began to take off his protective suit and breathe in fresh air.
He hadn't experienced this feeling for some time. At this moment, the cool air filled his lungs and he felt a little dazed.
After enjoying a moment of free breathing, the older military policeman looked at the infected person and asked:
“How did you do it?”
The infected person tilted his head and thought for a moment, a look of reminiscence appearing on his face:
"To be honest, I didn't notice these changes before you came. It seems that except for the fact that I was a little unwilling when Qi Yan forced me to act, everything that happened later was too natural, so natural that even we ourselves didn't notice the changes in ourselves.
At first, when I saw you still wearing protective clothing when traveling, I felt full of ridicule and a bit of complacency.
But later, when I saw that young man, who looked so eager to prove something, I suddenly seemed to see my past self.”
At this point, the infected person let out a self-deprecating chuckle.
Shaking his head, he continued:
"Now I finally understand how Qi Yan helped us. He didn't make any grand speeches, but instead pushed us to get things done.
When we have finally achieved success and look back at what we have experienced, we can truly understand one thing, that is, the infected never need to rely on certain groups.
Discrimination or prejudice from others cannot affect us at all. As long as we do our own things well and live our own lives well, we are no less than anyone else. "
The infected person's eyes were clear and his tone was calm, but he was more resolute than ever before:
"We are the infected, we are part of the masses."
The older gendarme was somewhat shocked.
He had never seen any infected person with the spirit and demeanor of the one in front of him.
In his impression, those who were once infected were all paranoid and crazy, staring at those who were not infected with dark eyes like venomous snakes.
No, not just the one in front of me.
The older gendarme turned his head and looked around, and saw infected people moving around everywhere.
The infected people noticed their presence, but just glanced at them and continued to do their own things.
This is not ignoring or deliberately avoiding, but a kind of calm confidence.
Those infected just need to live their lives well.
"All of this was driven by a man named Qi Yan?" The older military police officer suddenly asked, "Can you help introduce him to someone?"
The infected person chuckled and nodded:
"I can help introduce you, but I can't guarantee whether you can meet. Qi Yan has been under strict control by Dr. Anto recently. He is locked in the room every day and I don't know what he is doing."
"what?"
The older gendarme was stunned.
The good atmosphere that had just been brewing seemed to collapse the moment the name Qi Yan appeared.
However, the older military police quickly forced himself to calm down, and based on the principle of not asking questions that should not be asked, he nodded obediently to indicate that he was willing to accept any results.
The infected person laughed, turned around and prepared to walk towards the house where Qi Yan and An Tuo lived.
As soon as he turned around, he saw a middle-aged woman walking towards him.
"John, be frugal with your bread for today."
The middle-aged woman handed over a paper package with three fragrant loaves of bread inside.
John took the bread and said with a smile:
"Sister Catherine, you can just wait for us to go to the supply station to get it. Why do you have to deliver it door to door every day?"
Catherine patted the basket hanging on her arm and said with a smile:
"I'm free anyway, and the streets are safe now, so I might as well go shopping."
The two didn't talk much and soon waved goodbye and went about their own business.
John picked up two loaves of bread, turned his head to look at the two military policemen behind him, and handed the bread to them:
"I'll give it to you two. It's my way of being a good host."
The older gendarme was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should answer it.
But the young gendarme was as evasive as a snake and took two steps back in an exaggerated manner, screaming:
"Are you going to kill us? You dare give us the bread you touched? We don't want to be infected with mineral sickness!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the older military policeman's heart skipped a beat.
He was keenly aware that the atmosphere of the entire neighborhood suddenly changed at this moment.
Countless eyes were fixed on the young military policeman, and even John's face became extremely solemn.
Disordered footsteps came from all directions. The infected residents spontaneously stopped what they were doing and surrounded the two gendarmes in three layers.