Chapter 613 Let’s play a game
The next morning, Fu Qingzhou stretched and staggered as he walked in the refugee camp.
The daily morning prayers had not yet begun to be recited, and all the refugees he passed looked at him with awe and expectation, as if they wanted him to rescue them, but they did not dare to speak directly.
Fu Qingzhou just smiled at them, said nothing, and continued to walk swaying and humming a tune.
Since he pretended to be Jigong and entered the camp, he was naturally going to cause trouble.
Early in the morning, he had already chosen the target he would contact today.
Not far away, a small figure huddled on the edge of the tent, holding his knees with both hands, half of his face buried in his arms, staring blankly at the flames in front of him. bonfire.
Fu Qingzhou recognized him.
This is the child whose mother died the day before yesterday.
He was also very ill. Half of his head was covered with dirty stones and his hair was bald. Even though he was wearing a thick cotton jacket, he still looked as thin as a sick cat.
Fu Qingzhou shook his fan and sat down next to him.
The child turned his head, glanced at him, and then moved his head back again.
"What?"
Fu Qingzhou asked with a smile: "Others want me to choose them and save them, why don't you look at me?"
"My mother Dead." The child's voice came out muffled from his arms: "It doesn't matter if I live or not."
Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and asked again: "If you just want to die like this, why do you still stay here?"
"I don't know."
The child still didn't raise his head, muttering. Said: "I don't know where to go, I don't know what to do. Just live if you can live, die if you want to die, it doesn't matter."
Fu Qingzhou lowered his voice and asked meaningfully: "If you "My mother was killed by someone?"
The child shook his head: "No, my mother died of illness. No one harmed her."
"Your mother was killed by someone."
Fu Qingzhou said slowly: "This disease was deliberately spread by bad people."
The child's body stiffened, and finally he slowly lifted up He tilted his head, widened his eyes, and looked at him steadily.
"What would you do if your mother was killed by someone?" Fu Qingzhou asked again.
The child's eyes were red for no reason. He pursed his lips and said bitterly: "If what you said is true, I want revenge!"
But after saying this, he became discouraged and retracted into the heavy cotton-padded jacket again: "But I'm too young, and what you said is not true."
"Hey... ...They all call me the Living Buddha."
Fu Qingzhou came closer and said with a grin: "Look, everyone is avoiding you, their faces are all covered with cloth, for fear of infection, but I am not afraid. Last night I I saved two people! Why don’t you believe me?”
“…”
The child was finally shaken, he frowned and asked suspiciously: “Under the sun. How can such a person have the ability to make so many people sick together? ”
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Don't worry about it. You don't know what to do anyway. Do you want to try and see if you can catch the bad guys?"
The child seemed to be a little interested.
But after all, he was not a carefree child, but a poor child who had just lost his mother and was seriously ill. His mind was more mature. He hesitated and asked: "If you are really a living Buddha, what? You all know, why are you looking for me?"
"If your mother was really killed..."
Fu Qingzhou lowered his voice: "You want to take revenge yourself? Or will someone else help you?”
The child was startled, then immediately gritted his teeth and said: "Myself!"
"That's it."
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Then do you want to play this game? If you really catch If you find the bad guy, you can take revenge."
The child's eyes flashed, he hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded heavily.
"By the way." Fu Qingzhou asked: "What's your name?"
"I..."
The child whispered: "My name is Yang Fuwang."
...
Soon, the daily morning prayer began.
As usual, Fatuo led all the refugees to recite the Hundred Calamities Sutra, but today among the rows of people sitting around, there was a small figure crawling and weaving through.
That's Yang Fuwang.
The task assigned to him by "Living Buddha Jigong" was actually very simple. As soon as he heard it, he knew why he could catch the bad guys.
As mentioned before, he doesn’t know what he is going to do or what he can do anyway. Maybe there are really bad guys? Can you really avenge your mother? Then play this game. Of course, he said he was playing a game, but his expression was extremely serious, as if he was doing something important that could save the world.
He crawled and soon came to another child in the crowd.
Of course there are many children among the refugees. The current child is even younger than Yang Fuwang. He has no parents or elders around him and is alone.
He also couldn’t read the Apocalypse Sutra, so he just followed others in a confused manner and couldn’t speak clearly.
"Hey, hello."
Yang Fuwang crawled to him and patted him: "Would you like to play a game with me?"
The child was startled. , lowered his voice: "Playing games?"
"Yeah!"
Yang Fuwang nodded vigorously: "It's a game to catch the bad guys!"
"Are there any bad guys here?" The child's eyes lit up and he asked in a low voice.
Yang Fuwang frowned: "Just tell me whether you want to play or not?"
The child nodded quickly.
After drinking rice porridge for a few days, the energy of these refugees has improved a lot, and the children are no exception. The previous escape, the illness in the past few days, and the boring life in the refugee camp have long made this child uncomfortable. .
Now that he has heard that there is a game to play, how can he refuse?
"Okay."
Yang Fuwang patted him on the shoulder: "Then you, like me, quietly look for other children the same age as us, look for more, and don't be discovered. ”
The child was confused again: “Why can’t he be discovered?”
"Are you stupid?"
Yang Fuwang scolded: "We said we were going to catch the bad guys, how do you know who the bad guys are? What if the bad guys find out in advance?"
The child suddenly realized.
"Anyway, hurry up and go."
Yang Fuwang assigned a task: "Ignore those who don't want to come. If you find them, let them go to the west of the camp, near the official road. Meet at Yingkou.”
The child nodded vigorously, and the two immediately split into two groups and crawled in different directions.
Soon, the number of children crawling in the crowd changed from two to four, and from four to eight. In less than a quarter of an hour, twenty or thirty children "quietly" gathered outside the west camp.
"Ahem!"
As the initiator of the game, Yang Fuwang is like a child king. He lowered his voice and ordered: "This game is difficult to say, easy to say. It’s not easy!”
In the excited eyes of a group of children, he said seriously: “The bad guy is hiding in this camp! But no one knows who he is now, we have to find him!”
Some children couldn't wait to ask: "Then how do we know that he is a bad guy?"
"Well..."
Yang Fuwang whispered: "Have you noticed that we have been drinking recently? The disease is getting better, but some people are getting worse?”
A large group of children looked at each other. After a while, some nodded, some shook their heads, and some were confused and didn’t know the answer.
Isn’t this surprising? They are still too young, so how can they pay attention to this?
"Anyway, I'm telling you now!"
Yang Fuwang said seriously: "We have to search carefully and carefully! See if those who suddenly became seriously ill have been in contact with anyone! That person deliberately If you make others seriously ill, you are a bad person!”
A group of children nodded ignorantly, but their eyes were a little bright.
Of course they wouldn't notice that not far away, Fu Qingzhou looked at all this with a smile and nodded with satisfaction.
Evidence, what others say, doesn’t count.
It is easiest for them to believe it if they find it themselves.
And children's words are unbridled... Who would believe that the evidence found by a group of children is false?
As for making people seriously ill... Fu Qingzhou's eyes were slightly cold.
This is what Fatuo timidly confessed last night. In order to keep coffins transported to Yizhuang and maintain the flow of medicinal materials, they must ensure that at least a few people die in the camp every day.
But if you drink porridge and your body becomes better, how can you die so easily?
Naturally... I can only get some yellow mud powder and secretly aggravate the condition of some people.
“I wonder what the expressions of these refugees will be when they know all this.”
Fu Qingzhou closed his eyes, shook his head, turned and left, leaving only the group of excited children. , and went back to the camp again.
(End of this chapter)