"What and what... Big brother, I'm in a hurry, so don't pester me." Ke Lan further distanced himself from the other party.
"This train is going to Ark North District. It's still more than half an hour before the next station... Hehe..." The beggar... ah no, the missionary laughed dryly, "This friend, I can take up some of your time. ? I hope I can tell you about our great true God..."
"Can't."
"Friend, are you really not interested in learning more about the great true God and the gifts He gives to believers?"
"Not interested in."
The missionary was obviously a little frustrated when the connection was rejected by Ke Lan. He sat down on the chair across from him slumpedly and murmured to himself: "Sooner or later, human beings will pay the price for their arrogance and ignorance... Only God Only believers can glimpse the great reality in the mist..."
Just when Ke Lan was thinking about whether to make a report and report that there were cult members preaching on the train, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the tattoo on the inside of the preacher's wrist.
The tattoo pattern seemed vaguely familiar to him...
"No way……"
The scene in his memory overlapped perfectly with the scene in front of him, and Ke Lan was suddenly shocked: the tattoo on this guy's wrist was actually the same as the pattern painted on the door curtain of the "High Priest"'s hideout in the exile settlement!
The main body of this emblem is a skull. Two tentacles emerge from the skull's eye sockets and form a circle. Within the circle, there are drop-shaped things.
Since there was almost no contact between the exiles and the residents of the Ark, Ke Lan didn't think about it in this direction at first. But now it seems that the missionary in front of him is very different from the "priest" and "prophet" back then. Nine of them all belong to the same sect.
As Ke Lan had guessed before, the priestess parasitized by flesh-eating worms was not an exile, but a resident of the Ark...
As for the foundation of this cult organization, I am afraid it is not in the wilderness, but inside the Ark.
In this case, it is understandable that the Security Bureau would intervene in this matter - after all, this is their job.
"By the way...what's the name of your sect?" Ke Lan hesitated and asked.
"Huh?" The missionary suddenly raised his head and stared directly into Ke Lan's eyes, "Friend, are you planning to join us?"
"Uh... I want to find out first... After all, I don't even know the name of your sect."
"We don't have a name, and we are not a sect." The missionary suddenly said with a serious face.
"No name? Not a sect?" Ke Lan was a little stunned. What kind of religion is this guy teaching? What kind of cloth is it?
"We are just a group of believers of the great True God... It was the True God who guided us to gather together." This guy said in a deputy god's way, "Friend, believe me, after seeing the greatness of the True God with your own eyes, you will also become A devout believer."
"How great is the true God? Can I see it with my own eyes?" Ke Lan asked pretending to be very interested.
"Of course, right here." The man said firmly.
"Right here? On the train?" Ke Lan raised his head and looked around. There were only two of them in this carriage - although it was not commuting time, there were indeed too few people on this train.
"Yes, friend...oh, no, after witnessing the miracle, we should call each other church members."
"Didn't I say that you don't belong to the sect?" Ke Lan couldn't help but criticize.
"Secular organizations like sects are only used by those who are pretentious to deceive fools, and what we believe in is the only truth in this world. The 'religion' I refer to is the 'religion' that the true God teaches and converts believers, and It’s not the teaching of a sect.”
"Oh, so that's it." Ke Lan nodded repeatedly, but what he was thinking in his heart was: Yes, yes, everything you said is right...
"Now, can you allow me to witness the miracle?" Ke Lan urged.
"Come, come over here." The missionary waved to Ke Lan, and Ke Lan could only endure the extremely unpleasant smell and got a little closer.
The missionary rolled up his sleeves, revealing his bony arm—in addition to the emblem tattoo, he also had many other tattoos on his arm—
But at the second glance, Ke Lan noticed something strange. The lines he thought were tattoos turned out to be dense suture scars. It was only because black pigment was left in these scars that Ke Lan mistakenly thought they were tattoos.
The skin on the missionary's arm seemed to have been cut into many pieces, and then someone sewed the cut skin back together... This process makes people shudder just thinking about it.
This is like using a knife to make grid-like cuts on the ingredients during barbecue in order to allow the seasonings to penetrate into the ingredients. However, when the ingredients become human arms, the scene suddenly becomes terrifying. .
"Are you...self-harming? Or...performance art?" Ke Lan glanced at the other person's arm, and then looked at each other.
"Self-mutilation? No, no, no...this is...a gift from the true God!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the wound on his arm that had healed suddenly burst open again, and his brows were frowned tightly, as if he was enduring great pain.
The next second, several tender, fleshy tentacles like new seedlings emerged from the gaping wound...
Seed of erosion!
Ke Lan only felt his scalp tingling. The missionary in front of him turned out to be an infected person of the Corrosion Seed!
Ke Lan almost couldn't help but kick the opponent out.
Is this guy crazy?
Did he want to support him before he died?
Just when Ke Lan was thinking about how to kill the infected person, the tentacles stopped growing, and the missionary exhaled a long breath.
He seems to be different from other infected people... He seems to have the ability to control the cells that cause erosion in his body!
Ke Lan didn't even have to pretend to be surprised. He opened his mouth slightly, stared at the missionary's arm in astonishment, and asked in a trembling tone: "This... what is this?"
"It is a gift from the true God." The missionary said solemnly. He seemed very satisfied with Ke Lan's shock and fear at this time.
His other hand took out a solid alloy screw from his pocket, put it in the hand infected by the corrosion seed, and squeezed it gently, and the screw turned into an irregular piece of scrap metal... …
"See, this is the power that the true God gives to His servants."
"Look...I saw it." Ke Lan nodded.
"Join us and become a believer in the true God. You can also gain such power...I can even let you experience this power now." As he said that, he actually stretched out his alienated right hand. He grabbed Ke Lan's face directly!
