Citizens should stay at home, why are there people knocking on the door?
A player looked out the window and did not see the huge crowd like yesterday. He only saw a few people waiting outside the church.
Even so, two-thirds of them were infected and almost turned into complete rat people.
They saw someone leaning out of the church window, so they ran over and said, "Hello, sir. We are refugees from other places who have drifted to this city and have no home to return to. But yesterday the new priest said that we must stay at home to be absolved.
So, can you please let us make the church our home for a while and let us go inside? Please."
After hearing the refugees' request, the player turned around and looked at the other players: "Do you want to let them in?"
Some of these refugees have already been infected, and if they are left on the streets, they will become new sources of infection.
Those who are not infected among them will also be infected if they do not find a safe isolation point and continue wandering the streets, and the consequences will be as above.
There were not many players in this copy, and most of them made their decision quickly.
Only let in those who are not infected.
Kill the infected people.
A player with a gun/prop kills the refugees who have turned into ratmen without hesitation.
The few refugees who were not infected had no idea that their companions had been infected, and had no idea why the people in the church wanted to kill them. Their faces were filled with horror.
Fortunately, the church door was opened a little and they were finally allowed to enter.
***
Jian Bumian was not interested in the players' actions, and was too lazy to see if any new characters entered the church.
He was more concerned about the breakfast he was eating.
A sandwich with vegetables and meat and a cup of steaming milk.
Because the sandwich was so big, he couldn't swallow it in one bite and could only eat it slowly, bite by bite.
He didn't hold it firmly, and the sandwich accidentally rolled to the ground, covered in dust.
Jian Bumian: "..."
He remembered the custard bun that was also thrown to the ground in the previous copy.
But this unfortunate sandwich was not like the custard bun, lying alone on the ground for people to step on.
It was picked up by a dirty little hand.
Jane Bumian: “?”
He looked over and saw a little boy.
The little boy was from the group of refugees who had just entered the church.
The little boy was dressed in rags, his clothes were torn beyond recognition, and his skin was covered in dust and looked gray, like a little clay figure just dug out of the ground.
But even so, the boy's outstanding appearance was not concealed.
He was about eleven or twelve, with light blond hair, blue eyes, chubby cheeks, and childish, pretty features that reminded one of the child-like angels in medieval paintings.
He picked up the sandwich that had accidentally fallen, held it in both hands, and stared at Jane without sleep.
The little boy's eyes were ocean blue, clear and transparent, cleaner than any ocean in the world.
It's easy to see the emotions in his eyes.
He wants to eat this sandwich.
But he didn't dare ask Jane Bumian for it, so he could only hold the sandwich awkwardly.
Jian Bumian: "..."
He fully understood the pain of being hungry, and said calmly, "Don't eat this sandwich yet. It's dirty. Wait here for a while and I'll get you a new one."
There was a lot of food in the church kitchen, but it just sat there and no one was eating it.
But after a while, Jane Bumian brought the little boy a new sandwich. The sandwich was bigger than the one he had just eaten, with meat and vegetables, and it was hot and fragrant.
When the little boy saw the sandwich, his eyes lit up, but he still stood there obediently, waiting for Jane Bumian to hand him the sandwich.
"Eat it."
The little boy took the sandwich, mumbled "thank you", and finished it in a few bites. His speed was astonishing.
You can see that he is really hungry.
Jian Busian chuckled helplessly: "Leave when you are full and find a clean place in the church to stay."
But the little boy didn't leave.
He stood next to Jane Bumian, his fluffy golden head only reaching the other's waist.
He raised his head, wiped his hands, and gently tugged at the corner of Jane Busian's clothes. His eyes were very clean and pure. No matter what request he made, people would not have the heart to refuse.
The little boy's gentle and well-behaved voice sounded.
"Can I stay with you, Mom?"
Jian Bumian froze: “???????”
He confirmed that he had heard correctly.
This little brat really called him mom.
He doesn't look like a girl, does he? Besides, why would he want to claim a relative for no reason?
The system, which had been silent for a long time, spoke silently.
[Jian Bumian, do you still remember the name of the holy robe you are wearing? ]
[Item name: Our Lady's robe.]
The author has something to say:
Good news! Mianmian is a mother now! Guess how many tops there are in this chapter? I want to see Mianmian fail_(:з」∠)_
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