As the car drove into the activity center, Yin Zhu and the others also noticed the gazes of the surrounding indigenous people.
As the car began to slow down, a group of people started to gather around.
Most of these people were wearing worn-out clothes, with those wearing work clothes making up the majority of the group.
Their clothes were either stained with paint, badly worn, or patched, fitting the image of "migrant workers" in the worms' words.
When Yin Zhu first heard them say this, she was puzzled and asked, "Why not just let the robots do it?"
"It's all done by robots. There's no sense of superiority in it. Enslaving one's own kind is the most satisfying thing." Feiyu touched his nose to hide his guilty conscience. Before the sudden change in his family, he also looked down on lower-class citizens in the same way.
It's hard to say now that this isn't retribution.
The worm added, "Moreover, machines can indeed do very detailed things, but each time we enter something new into the database, it takes time and money. In order to ensure accuracy, a lot of testing is also needed. If it is not used many times in the end, then it will be a waste of money."
Simply put, while some professions can be replaced by data, the cost is too high and the usage rate is very low, so there is no need to cram them into a database and take up space.
"What if this craft is lost in the future?"
"If something can't make money, it's gone if it's lost; it's not that important. For niche crafts like these, the gods in the city might grant you a living if they want, but who cares if they don't?"
"This kind of thing sounds really uncomfortable."
"These gods don't get up early for nothing. If humans don't believe in them, they won't protect them from bad weather and good harvests. But ever since... they not only want humans to believe in them, but also to be their slaves from the bottom of their hearts."
"...Isn't this a bit too realistic?"
Yin Zhu was speechless. Everyone says to follow local customs when in Rome, but the gods of the Unique Star are completely different from the ancestors of the Dragon Kingdom who were revered as gods by humans after making outstanding contributions. They are more like a group of hypocrites who use their superpowers to collect high-interest loans.
But come to think of it, it sounds a bit like...
Yin Zhu glanced at Jennifer, who looked completely bewildered: "Why are you looking at me? The Christian deity I believe in is the one who bore the cross and atoned for humanity's sins."
"No, I just feel that this god is a bit like those in the legends of the Kingdom of Gods..."
Taking advantage of Zoe's absence, Yin Zhu directly criticized him.
In the eyes of the people of the Dragon Kingdom, the mythology of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods can be described as a truly chaotic mess. The chief god kills his father to save his siblings, the god of wisdom pops out of his own father's brain, and there are all sorts of trivial family dramas about goddesses catching cheating husbands.
However, as a myth, one may not believe it, but basic respect is still necessary. Therefore, Yin Zhu believed that she hadn't said anything harsh, since some foreigners also make fun of their own mythologies.
It's important to understand that mythology and religion are two different things.
Besides, even if there are believers on Blue Star who are offended by Yin Zhu's words, they cannot kill their way into the rules instance.
As the car came to a complete stop, Yin Zhu's thoughts came to an end.
There were many infected people around the car. Some of them had non-human physical characteristics, while others walked with a stiff gait.
It would be difficult for Yin Zhu and his group to imitate the former in changing their bodies, but it would be easy for them to simply pretend to have joint abnormalities, as long as they showed that their body movements were different from those of ordinary people.
The worm opened the car door, stiffly stepped out, and preemptively stared intently at the others.
"Where did you come from?"
The person in charge of the service center was a man with a piece of flesh missing from his face, dressed in a standard black and white gentleman's uniform, except that there was a lot of blood near his face.
He was now facing off against the worm with a fierce expression.
The atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.
Next to get out of the car was Flying Fish. He had changed his slightly arrogant demeanor from before, and instead stared at the man with a shifty look in his eyes, as if he was sizing something up: "We came from the central area and just finished delivering goods. If you don't believe me, go check our driving records."
Such superb acting skills—if the timing hadn't been inconvenient, Yin Zhu would have loved to applaud on the spot.
Yin Zhu, Ping Yeshan, and the others also got off the bus one after another, their expressions basically mirroring Fei Yu's state—
He is suspicious and wary of those around him, but he doesn't focus his attention on any specific person; his eyes just keep shifting...
This was suggested by Xiaoqiang. Put yourself in the shoes of an infected person. If you came to a gathering place for infected people, would you suspect that there were humans mixed in?
This is why a few people would perform such an action.
This attention to detail did indeed lower the guard of the infected people at the service center. The man whose face was losing weight softened his expression slightly: "The infected people over there are quite serious too. You've worked hard."
"It wasn't hard work, it's just that I didn't meet any normal people along the way." Flying Fish secretly avoided a verbal trap.
“That’s normal. There probably aren’t many normal people left in the inner city. I heard the situation is even worse in the central area.” The man whose face was losing flesh laughed, the cuts of flesh trembling, looking somewhat eerie.
"yes."
This time, Flying Fish didn't mention any details to avoid his answer being too far from the truth and making it easy for the infected to discover that he was lying.
The man whose face was losing weight seemed to think Flying Fish's answer was perfectly normal, so he dismissed his suspicions and casually extended his hand: "Hello, I'm B-21-3520, the manager of the service center. Are you looking for a place to stay?"
Flying Fish also extended his hand, the back of his hand brushing across the top of his hand before returning to his own chest, and gave a slight bow: "C-01-3656, it is an honor to be received by you."
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