"Hey! Don't you want to eat?"
At this time, Meng Yan couldn't help but ask when he saw Zhan Jingyi on the side without moving the spoon from beginning to end.
"You like it so much, so I'll give it to you. As a believer in the true God, I decided to be a vegetarian very early as a way of paying respect to the god."
Zhan Jingyi's face is very peaceful, and he is still talking about it all the time, not packaging his words and deeds, because he knows very well that being a loyal believer is his best identity.
Only by repeatedly reminding and packaging yourself can people remember it firmly in their minds. This is the brainwashing mentioned in psychology.
It doesn’t need to be mysterious and complicated as in those movies, it just needs you to say it over and over again, even if it’s a lie. After repeating it ten thousand times, when people around you mention you, the thoughts that have been told by you will pop up in their minds. Deeply embedded advertising.
And this kind of brainwashing method is numerous in reality.
For example, when giving gifts, just give...
Yes, when you hear these words, the words melatonin will naturally appear. Do they even have their brainwashing advertisements in your mind?
Of course, Zhan Jingyi didn't eat this dish not just to protect himself, but because when he saw this woman, he couldn't help but feel a natural sense of wariness in his heart about everything she did.
"What, you are a vegetarian? God is above you. You are worthy of being the true God's most loyal believer. It's amazing that you can resist the temptation of the goddess and delicious food."
While Meng Yan was praising Zhan Jingyi for his piety as a true god, with tears in his eyes, he stuffed the delicious food on the plate into his mouth with big mouthfuls under the envious eyes of everyone.
While eating, Meng Yan still muttered in his heart: "Fool, if the true God knew that you gave up such a delicious food in the world, he would scold you for being stupid."
After a full meal, Meng Yan lay on the hospital bed with a satisfied look on his face. For him, no matter how bad things were, there was nothing that a good meal could not solve.
If so, then two meals.
"Meng Yan, give me your access card. I haven't gotten my access card yet."
At this time, Meng Yan saw Zhan Jingyi standing up from the hospital bed and couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Where are you going? Your injury doesn't matter."
"Go to the kitchen and find some fruit to eat. After all, I am a vegetarian, but I am not on a hunger strike."
Hearing Zhan Jingyi's explanation, Meng Yan suddenly understood and handed the access control to Zhan Jingyi readily.
…
Everyone would be given an access card when they were admitted to the hospital for treatment. However, because Zhan Jingyi's face was burned and his fingers were severely burned, facial information and fingerprints could not be entered, so the access card was not applied for.
The reason why Zhan Jingyi gave the pineapple rice to Meng Yan was because he was worried about what the woman was up to, and because of course the rice was not free. The purpose was actually to get closer to him, for his access card.
You must know that the access card records personal information. When you use the access card, you will leave a record of where you go and wherever you go. Generally speaking, it will not be loaned out to others.
Especially during the war, the regulations in this area are still quite strict. If there is any mistake, the access records will be followed to find the person.
If you say at this time that someone else is acting on your behalf, sorry, even if it is not you, you will have to bear a heavy penalty, and even if it is serious, you will be treated as an accomplice.
Therefore, most people would not lend their access cards to others, but Meng Yan had heard about Zhan Jingyi's deeds, and through the previous communication, he firmly believed that Zhan Jingyi was the most devout believer of the True God.
In his heart, he had already relaxed his vigilance against Zhan Jingyi. More importantly, as the saying goes, he is short-handed when taking people and soft-handed when eating. If you eat other people's food, you can't let others go hungry.
Therefore, Meng Yan didn't think much about it. Even now, before he could ask Zhan Jingyi's name, he took out his access card and handed it to him.
"Thanks."
Zhan Jingyi carefully put away the access card, reassured Meng Yan, turned around and walked out of the ward.
"Remember to bring me an apple!"
Listening to Meng Yan's voice, Zhan Jingyi waved to express his understanding, opened the door with the access card, and walked out of the ward. As the door closed, his eyes gradually became sharper.
He glanced at the structural map of the hospital in the corridor, confirmed the direction of the kitchen, and walked towards the kitchen. When Zhan Jingyi walked into the kitchen on the left, he saw that the kitchen was busy with work.
The smell of meat filled the oven, which made Zhan Jingyi frown involuntarily, and couldn't help but remind him: "The beef in your oven is almost burnt!"
"ah!"
One of the cooks raised his head in shock, and immediately understood what he meant, and quickly ran to the oven to get busy.
Seeing the successfully saved beef patties, the cook felt relieved. He was about to raise his head to say thank you, but saw that Zhan Jingyi had already left.
"Not this one!"
This hospital is probably the largest hospital here. There are four kitchens alone, not counting the restaurant outside the hospital building.
After all, when such a large hospital is fully operational, the amount of food it consumes every day is staggering.
It is impossible to satisfy a single kitchen, and the reason why Zhan Jingyi rejected the kitchen just now was precisely because he saw the messy furnishings in the kitchen, the messy dinner plates and the rotten vegetables and minced meat around the vegetable pile.
According to his impression of the woman's appearance, this pig's nest-like environment was definitely not what he was looking for.
Zhan Jingyi looked for two more kitchens one after another, and some turned out to be okay, while others turned around and left decisively before Zhan Jingyi even got close to them. He only smelled the smell in the air.
"Damn it, why didn't you ask me clearly which kitchen she was in?"
Zhan Jingyi cursed in his heart that this was his own negligence. The reason why he wanted to find the female awakener was mainly because he wanted to know why she had sneaked in here. Only by understanding the other party's purpose could he see if there was any chance. take.
…
Unknowingly, Zhan Jingyi walked to the second floor of the hospital and glanced at the square outside the window. Neatly large anti-aircraft guns had been erected high.
It can be seen that those giant warriors are building the surrounding defenses under the scorching sun. You know, it has been less than four hours from before to now, but the base has been quickly constructed, which can be called an iron fortification. Bucket average.
Zhan Jingyi made a simple calculation in his mind. If he wanted to break through such layers of defense and attack by force, he would probably need all the top experts from the four major cities to mobilize, and he would need to concentrate a large number of manpower to successfully enter. .
It doesn't sound complicated, and it seems to be quite simple, but in actual practice, it is probably very difficult. Unless these guys are crazy, they will rush here regardless of casualties.
but……
How he escaped unscathed was inevitably a problem, but what Zhan Jingyi was really worried about was why the Samsara Sect organized such a large-scale military operation.
Could it be that something happened in the City of Abyss?
Just as Zhan Jingyi lowered his head and was deep in thought, his ears suddenly moved and he heard slight footsteps coming from the corridor, the kind of slow, subtle footsteps.
This kind of footsteps is either a thief or a ghost. Zhan Jingyi's eyes flashed, and he jumped lightly, like a spider, sticking to the roof of the building, and activated his spiritual realm to hide himself.
About less than a minute later, at the corner of the stairs, a thief-minded guy walked downstairs carefully, looking around carefully.
With a proud look on his thin face, he turned around and opened the window on the side, jumped down from an inconspicuous corner on the second floor, and ran straight to the office building behind the hospital.
"This guy... is still a third-level warrior."
Zhan Jingyi looked at this sneaky figure from the window and couldn't help but become curious. The reason why he could recognize this guy's level was thanks to Meng Yan.
During that moment of chatting, Zhan Jingyi learned a lot of valuable information about the Samsara Sect's regiment from his mouth.
For example, regarding the levels of warriors, a first-level warrior is an ordinary soldier, while a second-level warrior can be promoted to an intermediate warrior after passing various assessments and meeting the physical fitness standards.
As for the third-level warriors, those giant warriors outside are actually third-level warriors, but these giant warriors instill the souls of the second-level warriors into a mature body and become fake third-level warriors.
On top of these giant warriors, there are also real third-level warriors. These third-level warriors are people whose bodies have mutated and can produce some kind of supernatural powers.
This kind of warrior is naturally not as good as those war machines called giant warriors, but these real third-level warriors have unlimited potential, and when they have special powers, they often have extraordinary strength and power. Higher room for growth.
Only such warriors who truly have the potential to go further will be promoted to a higher level by the Samsara Sect. For those second-level warriors whose potential has been exhausted, they will be converted into giant warriors.
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