There is a display screen directly opposite the seat, and the font and color are very eye-catching. The front of the advertisement is rolling back and forth, and an advertisement attracts Kelan’s attention as soon as it is in the middle.
"The Institute recruits volunteers for human experiments, who are well-paid and life-threatening, but the applicants are required to be in good health. They are 14-5 years old and need to sign a confidentiality agreement. Retired soldiers, relic hunters and mercenaries with field experience are preferred."
"Volunteers in human experiments …" Kelan left the corners of his mouth to say that he is well-paid, but his life is in danger, which is sheer nonsense … Only people who have taken the right path and intend to leave a sum of money for their families will sign up as such volunteers …
But then again, the black skeleton that was sent back to the ark should have been handed over to the institute by now, right? I just don’t know if their recruitment of this human experiment volunteer will have anything to do with that black skeleton.
Just as Kelan stared at the advertisement and became speechless, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a figure near his consciousness, so he jumped up from the seat and reached out and touched his rib-
He couldn’t touch his gun. No weapons are allowed to enter his sanatorium. Those equipment have long been checked back to the residence in the North Fifth District. Now they should all be quietly piled up in the temporary cabinet at the door.
"Hey, hey, friends, don’t be nervous …" It was a man in a felt cloak with a pair of eyes on his face wrapped in a thick scarf … An unbearable smell was constantly emanating from him-this guy even had not bathed for several months.
"As far as Lian Gang climbs out of the ruins, hunters don’t necessarily smell like him." Ke Lan thought so and pulled a step away from each other. "What’s the matter?"
"Hey hey … friend, have you ever heard of the great true God?"
"Huh?" Koran one leng oneself this is met a religious organization priest? However, this guy looks like a beggar. Presumably, this religious organization Ark is not doing very well.
After all, the vast majority of people in this era are theists, and there are few religions.
"Never heard of it," replied Kelan.
"Ha ha no" The "priest" suddenly smiled and shook his head. "God let mankind know that this is God’s kindness to mankind-"
Chapter one hundred and three Tattoos
"What and what … don’t pester me when I’m in a hurry," Kelan pulled some distance from each other again.
"This train is going to the north side of the Ark, but there is still more than half an hour … hey hey ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… I hope I can tell you about our great true god … "
"no"
"Being friends with the great true God and the gifts it gives believers … are you really not interested in learning about it?"
"Not interested"
The connection was rejected by Koran, and the priest was obviously a little depressed. He sat down in the opposite chair with some self-effacing, muttering, "Sooner or later, human beings will pay for their arrogance and ignorance … Only believers in God can see the great truth in the fog …"
As for Kelan, he was wondering whether to report that there was a cult preacher on the train, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by a tattoo on the side of the priest’s wrist.
The tattoo pattern vaguely made him feel familiar …
"No way …"
The picture in memory and the scene in front of me overlap perfectly. Koran suddenly realized that this guy’s wrist tattoo was exactly the same as the pattern painted on the door curtain of the "high priest" hiding place in the former exile settlement!
The main body of this emblem is a skeleton, and two tentacles drill out of the skull’s eyes and form a circle, in which there is a drop-shaped thing.
Because exiles and ark residents have little contact, Kelan has not thought about it in this direction, but it seems that this priest belongs to the same Sect as the original "priest" and "prophet" in nine cases.
As the former Kelan guessed, the priestess who was parasitized by carnivorous worms was not an exile but an ark resident …
I’m afraid the foundation of this cult organization is not in the wilderness but in the Ark Department.
So it is understandable that the security bureau will intervene in this matter-after all, this is their staff.
"Say … what’s the name of your sect?" Kelan hesitated a mouthful and asked
"Huh?" As soon as the priest raised his head, he looked straight into Koran’s eyes. "Friend, are you going to join us?"
"Er … I want to know first … After all, I don’t even know the name of your sect."
"We are not a sect without a name," said the priest suddenly with a serious face.
"There is no name? Not a Sect? " Koran is a little startled. What is this guy’s teaching? What is cloth?
"We are just a group of great believers in the true God … it is the true God who guides us to get together." This guy is a Taoist. "My friend believes that you will become a devout believer after seeing the greatness of the true God with my own eyes."
"The true god is great? Can I see it with my own eyes? " Kelan pretend to be very interested and asked.
"Of course it’s here," the man said firmly.
"Right here? Train? " Koran looked up and looked around, but there were two of them in this carriage-although it was not a commute, there were a few people on this train.
"Friends … Oh,no. After witnessing the miracle, we should call each other brothers."
"Didn’t you say that you don’t belong to a sect?" Kelan couldn’t help but picky way
"The secular organization of sects is those who deceive fools by mystifying people, and what we believe in is the only truth in this world. What I mean by’ teaching’ is that the true God educates believers’ teaching’ rather than sectarianism."
"Oh, oh, so that’s it." Kelan nodded repeatedly, but he thought it was right. Everything he said to you was right …
"Can that make me-witness a miracle now?" Kelan press a way
"Come here" priest waved to Kelan recruit Kelan can endure that terrible smell and get a little closer.
The pry rolled up his sleeve to reveal his scrawny arm-besides that emblem tattoo, there are many other tattoos on his arm-
However, in the second eye, Kelan found something strange. He was a tattoo. The lines turned out to be densely stitched scars, but there were black pigments left in these scars, which would be mistaken for tattoos by Kelan.
The skin of the priest’s arm once seemed to be split into many pieces, and then someone sewed up the cut skin … This process is chilling just to think about it.
It’s like it’s time to barbecue, so that the seasoning can penetrate the ingredients and the knife cuts the surface of the ingredients in a grid shape, but when the ingredients become human arms, the scene becomes horrible.
"You this is … self-harm? Or … art? " Koran glanced at each other’s arms and looked at each other again.
"Self-harm? No, no, no … This is … a gift from God! "