Egg and Father Locke were talking, and he heard the crisp sound of the triangle coming from outside the door. It was so clear that it hit his ears.
"It's dinner time, let's go eat first." Father Locke said to Egg.
When Iger heard about eating, he nodded happily. To be honest, he had been hungry for a long time. In fact, this is a good thing. If he wakes up and his stomach feels full, it will make people feel collapsed.
matter.
In the chapel of the church, the neat rows of seats had been tidied up, and a long wooden table was placed in the tidied space. Sister Maria was scooping some color into several large bowls placed on the table.
Not very good.
When Egger walked to the table, he looked at Father Locke's signal and randomly picked a seat to sit down. At this time, he found that there were 5 large bowls filled with paste on the table, but there were only 4 seats.
Egger's doubts did not last long. After a while, a strong and powerful man pushed a wheelchair to the table. Sitting in the wheelchair was a short-haired woman with freckles on her face. Out of politeness, Egger looked at it.
After one glance, he looked away.
"Are you the child who was rescued today?" The woman in the wheelchair asked Iger with interest. Compared with her ordinary appearance, her voice was extremely pleasant. Such a huge contrast made Iger turn her head and look at her again.
One glance.
Well, she does look very ordinary.
Seeing Iger in a daze, the woman in the wheelchair said very familiarly: "Welcome to the Gospel Church, my name is Lily."
"Hello." After a brief pause, Iger decided to continue using the name "Lee Dan", so he nodded to Lily and said, "My name is Ige, Ige Li."
As Egger expected, Father Locke sat aside and said nothing. Instead, Vance, the strong old man standing behind Lily, frowned.
To be honest, Vance didn't have many social contacts, and he didn't have much contact with dark-skinned people, but he was certain that there was absolutely no one named Li in this community. This kid was wearing the uniform of the local school, who was he?
Home brat.
Fortunately, Vance did not delve into this issue. For him, the inside is the inside, and it does not matter what the name is.
After everyone arrived and everyone sat at the table, Iger was not in a hurry to pick up his spoon and slurp the mysterious bowl of paste. He glanced at the priest. In the Central Plains, it is the rule that the elder uses the chopsticks first.
Unexpectedly, the four people at the table began to put their hands together and pray before the meal under the leadership of the priest.
"Thank you Lord for giving us food." Father Locke took the lead and said.
"Amen." The other three responded in unison.
Iger sat at the table with some embarrassment. Fortunately, the priest didn't care whether he participated in the prayer. Only then did Iger come to his senses. He told a clergyman that he was a maximalist, and his performance was no less than direct.
It was a slap in the face, but fortunately the priest didn't care.
When Father Locke scooped up the paste in his bowl with a spoon, Iger couldn't wait to start. He thought that he still maintained an orderly demeanor despite being so hungry. However, after Iger finished scraping the bowl, he looked up and saw that among the other four people
Vance, who ate the fastest, still had half a bowl left.
"Thank you, it's delicious." Egg said sheepishly.
This sentence is half true and half false. The half truth is that this paste really whets his appetite, and the half lie is that the taste of this paste is really not good. In Egg's countless memories, it can be compared with this bowl of paste.
Yes, it was the Sanhe mud that was force-fed by the teacher in the kindergarten.
Father Locke looked at Iger, who was hesitating whether to lick the bowl, and said, "I'm sorry, kid. Each of us has the same share."
"Uh, thank you, Father, I know." Iger blushed a little and decided not to lick the bowl.
"Father," Sister Maria said, "We don't have much food anymore."
Father Locke stopped the spoon in his hand and asked, "How many more?"
"I'm sorry, but when I was making soup tonight, I took a piece of bread out of the food." Sister Maria said, "This piece of bread is our last food reserve."
To be honest, if the Gospel Church can have three days of food rations, it is already extremely rich for ordinary people.
Except for farmers, Americans generally do not have a second meal ration at home. They have an almost paranoid requirement for freshness. For example, if a whole roasted chicken is left to cool down, it will be considered expired and must be thrown away.
The richest Americans in the world are actually facing real hunger. Even Father Locke wonders if this is God's punishment for him.
A piece of bread, shared by 5 people, is not a mathematical problem, but a real problem.
"Father, now is the time to let go of some principles." Vance said from the side: "We are not stealing, but to survive." After saying that, Vance turned to Egg and said: "Boy, wait a minute.
Come with me. We'll take advantage of the darkness to get some food from the bakery and come back."
When Iger heard what Vance said, he thought for a moment and then said: "I object."
When Vance heard this, he frowned. Before he could speak, Iger continued: "I don't think traveling at night is a good plan."
"Huh?" Vance retorted unhappily: "Do you think it's better to go out in broad daylight with an excellent view? Today the priest and I went to chase the airdrop supplies, but there was a large group of demons chasing us.
If we hadn't climbed over several walls in succession, who knows what would have happened."
"Would you like me to finish my sentence?" Egger was not angry at being interrupted. As an outsider, he had no right to get angry. "I have an experience of being infected, and I can tell you about it."
When Iger said this, even Vance couldn't refute it. The four people at the table were waiting to hear his story.
"First of all, what I can be sure of is that my vision has become very blurry after being infected." Egger recalled while saying: "I don't know how far away I was when I met you, but I can only see two blurry ones.
The human figure may have something to do with my high fever and bloodshot eyes. Anyway, my vision is blurry."
Father Locke and Vance both nodded. There was very much light in the school corridor at that time. They saw Egger staggering towards them and thought it was another demon.
In school, Vance used his beloved woodcutter ax to kill several little devils, including one of his favorites.
"Although my vision has been affected, my hearing is not a problem. I heard your conversation clearly." In order to prove that he was not lying, Iger whispered: "The uncle wanted to kill me at that time, but it was the priest who saved me."
Got me."
"Dad, you can do this to him!" After hearing what Iger said, Lily turned angrily and shouted to Vance.
When his daughter was so angry, Vance just touched the back of his head and said: "He looked like a ghost at that time, who knows if he is still alive."
"So, I think it's better to call those ghosts infected people." Iger was not angry with Vance, but he had a lot of affection for Lily. He said: "I think infected people mainly rely on sound to search.
A living person. Either, or still has a sense of smell."
Egger's voice deepened and he said: "I remember very clearly how I felt at that time. I was very thirsty and wanted to drink any liquid. Maybe the infected bit the living people, and they didn't want to eat meat, but wanted to drink blood."
As soon as Iger said this, the two ladies present were so frightened that they could not open their mouths from ear to ear.
