books44 Chapter 363 The power of knowledge!
Chapter 363 The power of knowledge!
"What are you going to do?"
The young gendarme finally felt fear and began to tremble slightly.
At this moment, he was surrounded by infected people. He could still deal with one or two people, but with so many people rushing towards him, once his protective suit was torn...
When the young gendarme thought of that situation, he felt like he was about to be infected with oripathy.
"Calm down, everyone please calm down!" The older gendarme stood in front of his companions, raised his hands and shouted, "He really didn't mean any harm, he's just a stupid kid, and he accidentally said something that offended everyone."
The infected people around didn't say anything, just stared at the two of them.
But the more this happened, the more solemn the atmosphere became, making it almost impossible for the two gendarmes to breathe.
The older gendarme kept scanning, trying to find a position where he could break through.
As a result, they did not find the breakthrough point, but instead discovered that the infected people around them moved in unison, as if they had received some kind of training, and put their hands into their pockets.
"They are going to take out their weapons!" the young gendarme exclaimed.
"shut up!"
The older gendarme was so angry that his vision was a little dark. If this guy hadn't spoken without thinking, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
While the two were arguing, the infected people had already pulled their hands out again.
The densely packed pamphlets caught the eyes of the two gendarmes, and immediately made their nervous emotions incoherent.
John stood in the middle of the infected team, coughed lightly, and said loudly:
"Everyone, turn to page 16, look at the second knowledge point on the third line, and read aloud.
One, two, up! "
"The infected person himself is not contagious, and there is no risk of normal contact with food. For example, infected people in occupations such as chefs, butchers, and catering delivery can also work."
The uniform recitation drowned out the two gendarmes.
Under John's leadership, the infected people around recited it three times in a row, and then looked at the young gendarme with burning eyes.
"You, you, you...what's wrong with you?" The young gendarme was so scared that he stuttered.
John looked serious, holding the booklet like a priest preaching:
"We are telling you about the knowledge related to mineral disease. If you eat the bread I hand you, there will be no risk of infection. Child, do you remember it?"
The young gendarme wanted to say something, but the older gendarme glared at him, and he quickly changed his words:
"Okay, okay, I remember that, but I'm not hungry for the moment, okay?"
John closed the booklet and said firmly:
"Then please recite the original text."
Young military police: "..."
Seeing that he had fallen silent, the older gendarme quickly signaled him with his eyes to obey.
It's just reciting a paragraph, why are you still hesitating in this situation?
The young gendarme was complaining in his heart.
He was so frightened by the scene that his brain almost went blank. He only thought about escaping quickly and didn't even remember what the infected people said.
But at this moment, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. The young gendarme recited with gritted teeth:
"Infected people...will not be infected, and there will be no risk of contacting food. Infected people in occupations such as chefs...can serve."
"wrong!"
John shouted, "You can't even remember such a simple piece of knowledge, what's going on in your mind?
Learning about mineralogy is not only about protecting yourself, but also about protecting those around you.
Ore disease is not scary, ignorance is scary!"
The young gendarme's face was full of indignation, but when he saw that these infected people didn't seem to want to take action, he gradually became bolder.
He muttered in his throat:
"In the end, it's all about you infected people. If you infected people disappear, we will naturally be safe."
The older gendarme felt his scalp tingling and completely gave up on this guy who was not very smart. He quietly moved away a few steps.
John looked at the young gendarme with pity, opened the booklet again, and said loudly:
"Everyone, turn to page 21, look at the ninth knowledge point on the fifth line, and read it aloud.
One, two, up! "
“According to statistics from Rhine Life Science, Black Steel International and other large organizations, among those infected with mineral disease, 78.54% were infected through direct contact with Originium, 8.48% were transmitted from mother to child, 1.98% were transmitted through blood, and the rest were infected through other means.
The chance of being infected with mineral disease while alive is extremely low, so it is not classified as a source of infection! "
After finishing the recitation, John closed the booklet and said seriously:
"Putting aside the knowledge in books, even if the infected people disappear, the Ore Disease will not end. In this land, Originium will always be with everyone."
The young gendarme stood there in a daze, unable to react for a long time.
Until John asked him to recite the knowledge point again, the young military policeman's face turned red with embarrassment, and he was unable to memorize the long string of data directly.
He couldn't help but said anxiously:
"You all recited from the booklet, why do you ask me to recite it?"
John nodded and exchanged glances with the people around him. Everyone closed the booklet and recited in unison from the first knowledge point.
Suddenly the sound of recitation became the only sound in the infected neighborhood.
Even the children in the neighborhood came over and joined in the recitation loudly.
The young gendarme only felt a buzzing in his ears, and knowledge was rushing into his brain like crazy, making his head ache.
This scene was even more outrageous than Arturo’s religious preaching in the non-infected city. It was as if all the infected were devout religious believers, offering their most loyal respect to the god called knowledge.
"Crazy, you are all crazy."
The young military policeman couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly interrupted the infected people's recitation, shouting at the top of his voice: "Get out of here, I want to leave, I want to go back to the non-infected area!"
John looked at the angry young military policeman in front of him and shook his head regretfully:
"This young gendarme may need some help."
The infected people around nodded in agreement and moved to the sides.
Behind them, five tall and strong Sarkaz, full of fierce aura, strode towards them, holding brooms.
Half a minute later, screams began to echo.
Five minutes later, the screams gradually became hoarse.
Ten minutes later, the screams turned into the sound of knowledge points being recited with a crying tone.
In the central square, a young gendarme was holding a booklet, his face covered with tears, but he did not show any injuries, not even the protective suit that he was unwilling to take off was damaged.
But his expression of ecstasy proved that the punishment methods that the Sarkaz had developed in recent days were very effective, and they perfectly demonstrated the secret of the technique of inflicting pain without hurting anyone.
John looked at the classic one white and five black formation formed by the young gendarme and the five Sarkaz behind him, and nodded with satisfaction.
Then John turned his head and looked at the frightened old military policeman, and smiled again:
"Friend, now I can continue to take you to find Qi Yan."
This smile caught the eyes of the older gendarme, and he was immediately frightened and shuddered.
"Thank...thank you." The older military police officer forced a smile. "I suddenly feel that I don't want to see Qi Yan that much. Can I leave?"
"of course."
John nodded graciously and pulled his pamphlet from his pocket.
(I was forced to drink and now I feel dizzy. Don’t worry about the remaining two chapters. I will write them slowly.)