I can receive the feedback data as usual... Where is the place you mentioned... roughly?"

After speaking, Fan Mengjun projected the regional terrain overview map of the eastern area of ​​​​the residential area next to him.

From the overview map, Zhang Fengyu and others can see that dense red dots are active all over the East District, especially near the supply area and the confluence area in the residential area, which are the hardest-hit areas.

There are also a lot of infected people wandering around the workshop, but if Fan Mengjun and others are the vanguard, they can still fight their way out. But once the trouble in the East becomes big, it will inevitably attract all the infected in the East, and then they will only

We can wait to be swallowed up by the tide of infected people.

Zhang Fengyu looked at the overview map of the East District and pointed to a place and said: "The place I mentioned... is right here."

"Here?" Song Zhenlin and Fan Mengjun both looked at the place pointed by Zhang Fengyu in surprise.

The place Zhang Fengyu was referring to was clearly a public mourning hall used to honor ancestors in various residential areas. It was also an ashes shelter prepared for the deceased in the future shelter, similar to the final destination of people who could not afford a cemetery in some places where land was tight in the past.

Chinese people attach great importance to the connection between families, so it is impossible to really force everyone to be cremated after death and directly wash away the ashes. Therefore, even in places with extremely limited space such as shelters, there are still such places to maintain spirits.

A place of bonding.

"The mourning hall is a strange place. Whether you are willing to admit it or not, it is because of the design. In short, you will feel very cold when you get there... In the Yasin Canon of ancient theology, the ancestors' spirits will form a barrier between divinity and humanity.

It is even a wall for animalistic exploration, so I believe that as long as our people are evacuated to this place, we will be safe until the incident is over." Zhang Fengyu said confidently.

But Song Zhenlin, the bearded brother who was full of expectations for him a second ago, grabbed Zhang Fengyu's sleeve and said: "Stop joking! What you said before was just to deceive a three-year-old child! I said it no matter what.

I have to take reality seriously, but you still make such a joke to me?!"

Zhang Fengyu blinked and looked at Fan Mengjun: "You don't believe it either?"

Fan Mengjun hesitated slightly, but he finally nodded and said: "I am a staunch materialist warrior. I will not believe in such feudal superstition and unscientific things."

"Then... this is very difficult to handle. In fact, I have been troubled these days, and I am also debating whether to tell you this, but... once people's three views are formed, it is difficult to change, unless they see it before their eyes.

Really, so... why don't you two go there with me and let's see it clearly before we make a decision?" Zhang Fengyu still had a playful smile when he spoke, not serious at all.

Song Zhenlin now doesn't know whether he should believe Zhang Fengyu or not.

At this time, the black-faced man came back, and behind him was the young man who shot the pretender and saved Fan Mengjun from the commanding heights of the workshop.

His name is Shancaifu. He was originally just a little otaku who loved to play games. Now he has put everything to good use and finally found his place to shine.

"Brother Lin, I have found everyone for you, what do you say? Leave now?"

Song Zhenlin waved his hand: "Wait a minute, something happened here, the three of us have to discuss it again, you take the people out first, I will give you an answer soon."

The black-faced man was a little confused, but he still did as he was told.

When Song Zhenlin, Zhang Fengyu and Fan Mengjun were left, Song Zhenlin said solemnly: "You clearly know that there is no way I can leave them here!"

Zhang Fengyu smiled: "Then just arrange for someone you trust to go with me."

Song Zhenlin fell silent.

Fan Mengjun said again: "Little brother, you just saw right away that someone under my command was infected. I really admire you, but what you said before is really shocking. This is a scientific society after all, and everything must be based on scientific facts.

and scientific logic, so...you suddenly asked us to take refuge in the mourning hall, and you said that ghosts can build walls to protect us. This sounds unreliable!"

Zhang Fengyu knew that what he said was indeed unreliable, but he was already answering in the most popular way. We couldn't really let him hold a lecture and start with the "Origin of the Old Gods" and the "Dead Sea Documents".

However... it was a bit difficult for people like Song Zhenlin and Fan Mengjun, who had never come into contact with the old gods, to believe that they were all of a sudden, so... Zhang Fengyu said quietly: "Nearly a century and a half ago, a door appeared on the continent of Antarctica. This door

Later, the door appeared in various inaccessible places around the world, which caused a lot of panic. Fortunately, the National Security Department came out to investigate and scientifically explained these things... But in less than twenty years,

Someone disclosed on the Internet some secret information that had never been disclosed during the National Security Department's investigation of these sects. Although the content of these disclosed information was very small, it shocked everyone! Because of the scientific and rationalization of 20 years ago

The explanations given are all lies. Humanity has not been able to uncover the secret of the door at all, and even sacrificed many world-class scientists and special agents for it... These things should have been preserved as a warning to the world not to face absolutes.

Although we still firmly believe that our existing scientific power can explain everything, this behavior is tantamount to those bishops who burned astronomers to continue to mislead the world about the theory of a round sky and a round earth...Science is innocent and clean, but

People are not...superstition is a kind of prejudice, so science also has superstition, and you have to be clear about this."

After hearing this, Song Zhenlin and Fan Mengjun looked at each other. Both of them felt that this Zhang Fengyu was getting weirder and weirder.

but……
Chapter completed!