Chapter 55
go home?
When the little fox heard this word, his eyes lit up instantly.
Seeing that it couldn't suppress the anticipation on its face, Wen Xin felt relieved and touched its head.
When he told Bishop Shi that he would take the little fox away, he was firm and showed no mercy, and was ready to break off relations with the Idealism Sect.
As long as the little fox wants to leave, he won't have any more concerns.
Wen Xin planned to take the little fox to find a place to stay in the suburbs of City B after confirming Tang Qi's safety.
If the message entrusted to the believers to take to City A can be delivered smoothly, someone from that side should be sent to contact us soon.
By then he could discuss with the base how to contact Zhang Quanyong.
At the same time, he also has to prepare for the worst.
In case the base does not send anyone, or something unexpected happens and the news cannot be delivered, it means that Wen Xin needs to find a way to complete this difficult task by himself.
Wen Xin made up his mind not to show it on his face so as not to worry the little fox.
Unexpectedly, after wagging its tail excitedly for a while, the little fox actually lowered its head hesitantly.
Wen Xin was surprised. He rubbed its head and asked softly, "Don't you want to leave, Xiao Qi?"
The little girl immediately raised her head and shouted happily and affirmatively: "Ying!"
Of course I want to leave. I even dream of going home with you!
Wen Xin understood what it meant and was puzzled: "Then why don't you leave?"
The little fox subconsciously wanted to use illusion to communicate with him, but suddenly remembered that Wen Xin didn't know it could use illusion, nor did he know it could talk.
Using illusions would expose the Pope's identity, and speaking human language might scare Wen Xin.
After thinking about it, the little fox decided to be safe. It jumped to the ground and wagged its tail to signal people to follow it.
Wen Xin followed it out the door.
There was more than one guard standing at the door.
Wen Xin saw Bishop Shi standing by the road with a sad face. Beside him, there were two red-robed men pacing back and forth hesitantly.
They are the other two cardinals of Idealism, one in charge of foreign affairs, and the other sharing domestic affairs with Bishop Shi.
In addition to the three people standing in the front, there were a dozen black-robed bishops at the back of the road. A rough count showed that there were exactly twelve people.
In other words, all those who had some power and ruling position in the Idealist Church came here.
Seeing the man and the fox walk out, everyone's eyes were immediately focused on them. Everyone's face stiffened and they held their breath, extremely nervous.
Bishop Shi thought Wen Xin had told the little fox everything, so he walked over with fear and trepidation: "Teacher..."
In case he let the cat out of the bag, Wen Xin spoke first, "Xiao Qi and I are going to go out for a while. Please help us inform His Holiness the Pope."
Hearing this, Bishop Shi instantly realized that the little fox was still hiding his identity from the young man, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
The little fox glanced at him.
That look seemed to be mixed with ice chips, freezing Bishop Shi on the spot, his whole body stiff.
If the little fox hadn't stopped him in his tracks, he would have already fallen to his knees.
But even though he couldn't kneel down, the old man's knees were already half bent and his lips were trembling.
Wen Xin took this scene in, and his mind immediately changed. He guessed that the man and the fox might be having a private conversation in their minds.
To be honest, Wen Xin was really angry after the argument with Bishop Shi just now.
So much so that now when I see the old man's regretful face, I feel an indescribable feeling in my heart.
This dissatisfaction is not directed only at Bishop Shi.
Bishop Shi is one of the three cardinals, and to a certain extent can directly reflect the overall view of Idealism.
Even Bishop Shi took it for granted that the burden of tens of thousands of people should be placed on the little fox, let alone other people in the church?
Wen Xin realized that Idealism did not respect the little fox from the bottom of its heart, nor did it care at all how tired the little fox was.
What these people worshiped from the beginning to the end was nothing more than a powerful force that could build a paradise on earth.
How could this not make him feel cold?
Wen Xin couldn't help but worry, if the little fox lost this power in the future, how would the Idealist Church treat the little fox?
What if these fanatical believers get too angry and think that the little fox's power is enough to carry out great undertakings, and cause the little fox to cause some irreparable trouble without authorization? What should the latter do?
Isn't the pockmarked face a living example?
Bishop Shi next to them was pecking at the little fox and chicken, saying, "Okay, okay, then you guys have fun, do you need me to send someone to follow you?"
The answer is of course no.
Bishop Shi nodded again like a sieve.
He was also careful. He remembered that Wen Xin had used the excuse of "going out to play for a while" to get the little fox away, so he asked someone to prepare the universal currency in advance and handed it to the other party.
Wen Xin first glanced at the little fox, and when he saw the latter nod, he took the heavy bag in his hand.
I opened the bag and saw, hiss.
It's actually filled with gold beans, each of which is polished smooth and round!
Several bishops even said shamelessly, "Why not take two more bags? It may not be enough."
The little fox thought so too, and asked Wen Xin with his eyes: Is that enough? Do you want a few more bags?
Wen Xin: “…”
Wen Xin immediately gained a better understanding of the Idealism's financial resources and said in a complicated way, "It should be enough."
He hadn't had the chance to go out yet, so he didn't know how much it would cost to travel around the base in City B, but he was not without common sense.
Moreover, there were many people selling things along the way from the city to the church. Wen Xin listened carefully to the prices and could probably estimate the normal prices.
The little fox nodded in satisfaction, then ignored the Idealist disciples who were watching eagerly beside him, and called out to Wen Xin again.
The man and the fox took another step forward, and no one dared to stop them.
Bishop Shi stretched his neck behind them and looked eagerly: "Well, come back early after playing, it's not safe outside after dark——"
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Wen Xin didn't know where the little fox wanted to take him.
When they arrived at the commercial street that had been converted into a trade market and saw many busy food stalls and some stalls selling various kinds of entertainment, he realized that the latter actually just wanted to hang out with him.
Wen Xin wanted to know why the little fox hesitated to leave, but the latter seemed to forget to answer his question.
Seeing the little fox's dark eyes rolling around, staring at the vendors, unable to take their eyes away, he smiled helplessly.
However, it was he who first agreed to take the little fox out to play, so he should keep his promise.
Just in case, Wen Xin first observed other people's reactions to the little fox.
Seeing that no one showed any fear, he thought that the little fox might have given everyone some mental hints.
Or maybe only the core members of Idealism know that His Holiness the Pope is a pink-haired fox, after all, the fox statue enshrined is not painted.
Wen Xin picked up the little fox and held up its pink little paws: "Okay, let's go play. Do you have any recommendations?"
Who knew that the little fox looked at him blankly and blinked twice innocently.
Wen Xin had a guess in his mind, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice: "You don't know what to recommend... Could it be that you have never been here before?"
The little fox barked twice.
The first one was full of righteousness, responding to Wen Xin's question. The second one was louder, as if praising his intelligence.
Wen Xin: “…”
He was angry, amused, and a little distressed. He pinched the fox's paw and said, "Okay, since I'm taking you out to play, then just follow me."
Playing seems to have become an instinct engraved in human bones.
While the little fox was still looking around awkwardly, Wen Xin had already sniffed the aroma in the air and found a small stall selling meat pancakes.
The end of the world does not mean a lack of food, but the availability of survival resources has skyrocketed, and people generally tend to prefer food that can fill their stomachs.
Some families grow crops, some raise livestock, and they will sell them.
After being made into a snack, although the price is much higher, there are always people who miss the taste and bear the pain and buy one to satisfy their craving.
Wen Xin bought two meat pancakes.
The shop owner has a very precise control over the heat. The pancakes are served just when the surface is baked to a crispy texture. They are shiny with golden oil in the sunlight, and the rich meaty aroma fills the air, making your mouth water unconsciously.
Wen Xin blew the hot air on the little fox first, and when he felt it was almost ready, he passed it to the little dumpling's mouth.
The pink ball couldn't wait to open its mouth and take a bite. Its eyes narrowed into a line in satisfaction and it wagged its tail wildly.
“Oh!”
Warm and spicy, this is delicious!
Wen Xin took a bite and heard a crisp snap, and the crispy crust exploded in his mouth.
The gravy-covered pancake was as delicious as a deep-fried bomb. It filled his entire mouth in less than a breath, almost making him dizzy from the aroma. He sighed subconsciously, "It's really good."
The shop is owned by a couple, and business is booming right now.
They kneaded the dough, rolled the bread, wrapped the meat, and baked it. They were so busy that they couldn't stop.
But after hearing the customer's praise, the couple couldn't help but raise their heads, their faces full of enthusiastic smiles: "These are our own pigs, fed with coarse food, of course they taste delicious!"
The diners next to them, who had a good relationship with them, teased, "What? Most of the factories have stopped operating now, and synthetic feed is more expensive than whole grains. If you don't feed whole grains, you will lose money, right?"
"Go to hell." The shopkeeper laughed and cursed, "Even food can't stop you from talking."
Wen Xin stopped chewing and his eyes looked a little dazed.
No matter how many times he saw them, these smiling faces filled with happiness would irresistibly touch his heart.
The little fox finished his meat pancake in just a few bites.
It didn't want a new one either. Seeing that Wen Xin still had half of the cake in his hand, it twitched its nose, quietly stretched its neck and opened its mouth.
Click——
Wen Xin moved his hand away as if his chin had eyes, and bit into the empty ball of dough.
The little fox Si, who was discovered, didn't feel ashamed at all and came to bite it again with a thick face. Wen Xin was so annoyed by it that he couldn't help laughing, and tore off the half of the meat that he hadn't bitten and fed it to the little fox.
He patted the little dumpling who was licking his lips with eagerness: "Save some space for us, we still have to go eat something else."
Just hearing these words, the little fox's eyes lit up.
Wen Xin carried the little fox to a barbecue restaurant again.
Due to limited transportation, the roads leading out are basically blocked by zombies. It is winter, and the crops outside the greenhouse stop growing, so the ingredients that can be used for barbecue are limited.
But the owner of the barbecue restaurant was very smart. He asked her to use different seasonings to make ordinary roasted tofu and roasted chicken bones, and came up with new flavors. Every one of them was so delicious that people couldn't help but try it.
After eating at this restaurant, the next one is Takoyaki.
Octopus is usually caught in coastal areas. If it cannot be delivered, the store will use chicken or pork instead, and squeeze it with homemade sweet sauce, which is equally delicious.
Wen Xin and the little fox went from one store to another, eating their food in each one, their bodies filled with the aroma of food.
Finally, they couldn't eat any more, so they each held a cup of sugar water and stood lazily on the side of the road, watching people breaking rocks with their chests and jumping through fire rings.
Winter nights always get dark quickly.
When it got a little darker, the street lights on both sides of the road lit up. The electricity came from the power plant in operation in the base, and the rent paid by the merchants included this part of the electricity bill.
The light is not very sufficient, which may be due to unstable circuit. Some merchants have already prepared and brought out their own woven lanterns.
Every lantern is different.
Some people have good skills and the rabbit lanterns they weave are small, cute and lifelike, attracting diners to watch.
Some people's craftsmanship is poor, and the lanterns they weave are crooked, with the wooden sticks sticking out of the paper. The merchants don't care, and just put them there carelessly, as if they are standing out from the crowd.
In an instant, all kinds of lanterns were dazzling, the atmosphere was bustling, and the colorful lights were dazzling.
Wen Xin wandered the street for a while with the little fox, taking very slow steps and strolling leisurely from the beginning of the street to the end of the alley.
When they reached a dead end, they returned along the same path from the end of the alley to join in the new excitement.
Only after all the tourists had dispersed and the merchants had packed up and closed their stalls did the little fox bark and jump off the ground.
It walked in front and led the way, bringing Wen Xin to the door of a tall building.
The building was no different from the commercial buildings that could be seen everywhere before the apocalypse. After a rough count, Wen Xin was surprised to find that the elevators inside were still in operation.
This building seemed to be a private property of Idealism, and several black-robed believers were guarding the door.
Seeing the little fox coming over, they pressed the elevator button.
The man and the fox took the elevator to the rooftop balcony.
As soon as the elevator door opened, the night wind blew past, and even though Wen Xin was in good health, he couldn't help shivering.
Seeing this, the little fox quickly ran to the long table, turned on the electric stove, and shouted several times to urge the young man to come over quickly.
Wen Xin saw several solar charging panels in the open space next to it.
Walking further, he found that there were pillows on the sofa and a thick, soft quilt.
When he picked up the little fox and wrapped it in a warm quilt, the Idealist believers downstairs also brought a fruit plate and hot tea.
“Hmm.”
The little fox stretched out its paw from under the quilt, pointed at the glass railing, and motioned Wen Xin to look down.
This height is enough to take in most of the scenery of City B.
Wen Xin lowered his eyes and saw the lights of thousands of homes connected together, dazzling and dazzling.
The end of the world is like a rake pushing grain. All people are the grains that keep rolling in front of it. Some people cannot hold on and leak out from the cracks and rot in the rain.
Pain and crying have become the norm.
Whether on the way to City A or in the base in City A, he had never seen a smiling face like the idealist disciples.
Wen Xin closed his eyes.
He suddenly understood that the little fox took him out to play not just for fun, but also wanted him to see everything that could not be described in words.
He also understood that this was the reason why the little fox hesitated and didn't want to leave.
While Wen Xin was lost in thought, the little fox crawled out from under the quilt, jumped onto his shoulder, and licked his forehead gently.
Then the little dumpling jumped down again, stood on the young man's thigh, and gestured with his claws.
The little fox felt a little regretful that he hadn't learned some sign language before. It was really troublesome that he couldn't talk to Wen Xin directly.
But it can still draw some simple words.
“Hmm.”
Wen Xin watched as the pink ball gestured out a word: home.
The little fox pointed at the dazzling light with his paw and repeatedly gestured the word "home".
——This kind of relaxation, this kind of liveliness and joy is the home we expect.
The little fox didn't know if he could express himself clearly, so he tried hard to continue gesturing.
——I know you like them.
I know you like them.
You like every human being, every living being, just as you want to see everyone happy and content, and you accept us even when we are wrong and dangerous.
But the arrival of the end of the world makes you feel painful. When you watch those people die, it seems as if you are also hurt and experience the same death.
As long as the disaster outside does not stop, you will suffer even if we return home.
After all, you are warm, gentle and kind-hearted.
After the little fox finished the demonstration, it jumped into Wen Xin's arms, shaking its furry pointed ears and wagging its tail.
The shining eyes seemed to be asking him a question.
——Now, Wen Xin, I will give you these lights from thousands of homes as a gift.
——Would you be very happy?
Wen Xin understood the meaning of the little fox's gesture.
He was silent for a long time, his lips moving and his pupils trembling.
My heart seemed to be wrapped in warm running water, and all my emotions and sadness were melted away in it.
After a long while, Wen Xin finally said hoarsely: "But you are very tired and unhappy here."
The little fox immediately tilted his head strangely.
It was very tired and unhappy, but how did Wen Xin know?
Wen Xin looked at its suspicious expression and curled the corners of his mouth helplessly.
Until now, he has not suspected that he has been exposed. Is it because Xiaoqi is too confident in his disguise, or does he trust him too much and is completely defenseless?
He kissed the little fox on the forehead and stood up holding the pink ball.
The night wind blows and the moonlight is bright.
Wen Xin looked at the brilliant lights below the tall building in an almost relaxed manner, without denying his liking for it.
"Thank you, I am very happy and I like the scenery very much."
The little fox barked twice proudly.
“Oh!”
I knew you liked it!
Wen Xin looked at it lovingly and said, "I heard that it is His Holiness the Pope who is using his own power to maintain such prosperity."
"But I'm worried, what if he's gone someday?"
The little fox was stunned.
How come it's not there?
Wen Xin: "You are familiar with His Holiness the Pope. Do you think he has the ability to spread his influence to another city?"
The little fox frowned.
In order to suppress its disobedient nature, it must spare this part of its strength.
But if it is what Wen Xin wants, he can persevere if he grits his teeth.
The little fox nodded slowly.
"So two cities are fine," Wen Xin asked, "but what about three, four, or five cities?"
The little fox was dumbfounded, and his face fell in misery.
It's so difficult, it doesn't work.
"See, this is the problem." Wen Xin rubbed its head. "Just like three cities would be too much for His Holiness the Pope to bear, maintaining the peace of a city for a long time is also a huge consumption. What if His Holiness the Pope can't bear it one day?"
The little fox wanted to say, "I can hold on."
Before it could express its opinion, Wen Xin said solemnly: "If something like this really happened to him, it would make me very sad."
"It's just like Xiao Qi saw me get into trouble with his own eyes."
The little fox was stuck in the shell and couldn't speak.
Wen Xin touched Tuanzi's head again and looked sideways.
He didn't know when it started, maybe it was the moment he walked into the commercial street and saw the smiles on people's faces, his mood suddenly changed.
A burning, seething, clamoring feeling suddenly rose up in his chest, the same feeling he had when he vowed to protect Wen Jinfeng.
Illusions will consume Xiaoqi's strength, and it is not a long-term solution.
This is not something the little fox should bear.
If we don't rely on illusions, how can this devastated land maintain its happiness?
Wen Xin closed his eyes, all his thoughts gathered together, and he vaguely grasped something in his heart.
He murmured slowly in his heart.
if I could……
【Author’s words】
Fixed the previous bug: The little fox didn't know that Wen Xin already knew that he could perform illusion.
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution during 2023-05-03 23:58:19~2023-05-04 16:34:42~
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