MTL - Darkness is Coming-Chapter 595 Messenger of the True God (Part 1)

  Huang Kaijing's eyes gradually faded over the long distance, except for the beaming residents of Lilongwe who occasionally passed by the bedside, he saw nothing.

"So, the children who sell rat meat on the street have all signed up to go to school? What about the old man?" Huang Kaijing retracted his gaze and asked, "Last time I came to Lilonggui, most of the rat meat dealers I saw were children and old people, and In my impression, the streets and public areas of many places in Malawi are full of idle homeless and beggars. But this time, I walked a few streets and alleys, and I hardly saw such... Refugees? "

When it came to the word "homeless", Huang Kaijing hesitated for a while. He couldn't find the corresponding English vocabulary. The vocabulary in his mind was relatively lacking. He could only think of the word "homeless", but he felt that it was not suitable, and finally replaced it with Mandarin. Say the word "refugee".

As soon as the words    were uttered, an Asian young man who was huddled not far behind Huang Kaijing couldn't sit still.

"Hey, the word refugee is wrong." The Asian young man knocked the thermos cup containing whisky on the table, and turned his head to speak in eloquent Mandarin, "The refugee refers to the exile due to military disasters or natural disasters. They are also forced to leave their hometowns and have nowhere to live, and there are two types of homeless people on the streets of Malawi called 'walking dead'. They are willing to work hard and endure hardships and stand hard work, while the other is the elderly who are physically weak, frail and incapacitated. In order not to become a burden on their families, they often leave their homes and wander around. You use refugees to describe these two types of people. Neither is appropriate."

  Huang Kaijing turned his head in surprise. When he approached the tavern, he had noticed this freak huddled in the corner drinking from a thermos, but he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, it was not only Chinese people with yellow skin and black hair.

   Seeing that the two Chinese people started to communicate with each other in a language they did not understand, the Western reporter put away the photos with interest, turned his head and went to drink in silence.

   "Chinese?" Huang Kaijing looked at the Asian young man, and suddenly smiled knowingly, he guessed that the other party must have recognized him.

  Huang Kaijing has not been able to produce excellent works of art like Zhang Xinyi, so he is not well-known internationally. He has only a few fans in East Asia and some European and American countries, all of which are small circles. It can be changed in China. As the first war star in the star-making plan of the Far Rescue Association, Huang Kaijing not only conforms to the contemporary aesthetic trend, but also is a war hero who was really killed from the mountain of corpses and blood. Therefore, major propaganda The department's promotion of Huang Kaijing can be said to have spared no effort. Coupled with the development of the self-media communication industry, even if Huang Kaijing has not made any famous movies or sang any hot songs, he can quickly become well-known by everyone. hero character.

   "He must have recognized me, otherwise he wouldn't have had a long discussion with a stranger just because he accidentally heard a misuse of a word." Huang Kaijing thought to himself.

   "Yes, my name is Tang Fei." The Asian young man raised his thermos but did not extend his hand.

   "You look a little familiar." Huang Kaijing thought about it and was sure that he should have seen this person in front of him somewhere, so he cautiously pointed the camera of the multi-function watch at Tang Fei, and took a picture calmly.

   Soon, Huang Kaijing saw the feedback results of the photo on his mobile phone, and it turned out that the person in front of him was the famous reporter Tang Fei. Tang Fei was the first war correspondent to go deep into the Yuanjiang River after the disappearance of the dome. With a set of photos taken in Yuanjiang and his commentary on the Yuanjiang incident, Tang Fei was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism and became a member of the Chinese press. of a legend.

"It turned out to be the famous Tang reporter." Huang Kaijing shook his head and smiled, "Why are you here? Aren't you afraid of danger? All journalists are well-informed, right? Don't you know that Malawi is now half of a mutant? Base Camp?"

"I'm a war correspondent, and danger is part of my profession. Besides, you may not believe it." Tang Fei smiled reservedly, "I've been to more dangerous places. Not long ago, I went to the Bronx, New York City, where there are Many mutants work for humans, turning themselves into living flesh targets, circus clowns, blood fighters and even special workers who trade in **** (harmony)."

   "Oh?" Huang Kaijing raised his brows and became interested, picked up his wine glass and walked to Tang Fei's side to sit down, "Tell me?"

Tang Fei took out a crumpled notepad and a ballpoint pen from the satchel he was carrying and handed them to Huang Kaijing, smiling: "You can sign me first, my little sister sees your photo as if she saw God. Same, it really doesn't help."

  Huang Kaijing did not object, holding a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other, skillfully signed his name, looked up suddenly, and found that Tang Fei was facing himself with a SLR camera and pressed the shutter.

   "Don't mind, there's no way to prove it's your signature without taking a photo." Tang Fei grinned nonchalantly. He really was a qualified war correspondent. He wanted money and courage.

"Tell me." Huang Kaijing frowned slightly and said in a calm tone, "Tell me about the things you mentioned just now, and, do you know where those homeless people go? If you do, please tell me, I ask you drink."

Tang Fei thanked him and began to tell about what he had seen and heard in the Bronx, New York, from the shooting range to the Pink Paradise, from the **** fighting arena to the brain nucleus auction run by the mutants, and then to those morbid and crazy customers. And mutant missionaries with increasingly sophisticated methods.

  Finally, Tang Fei talked about the disappearing homeless on the streets of Lilongwe.

"Those people you mentioned have all been admitted to shelters and welfare institutions. Haha, the shelters and welfare institutions built in Lilongwe by the mutants' supporters are not like before. You can visit them if you have time. The benefits are quite good. The good thing - of course I mean compared to the living conditions of the homeless - people who are over a certain age or who are seriously ill and have nowhere to go can live in a container house or a special tent, all three meals a day are free, You can also receive warm clothes with promotional slogans printed on them.”

   "What about the price?" Huang Kaijing asked, "It's impossible for mutants to truly do charity, right?"

"Of course, you must sign an agreement to enter the orphanage. After death, the corpse belongs to the temple. The temple has the right to recover and use the corpse in any way, but this price is no cost to those who have nowhere to go. Although the main religious beliefs in Malawi are Protestantism, Catholicism and Islamic (Harmony) Islam... But people are going to starve to death, who remembers to obey the Lord's command?" Tang Fei sighed, "Speaking of Religion, I have been here for three or four days, and I have seen many native Lilongwe people, do you know which religion most of them believe in now?"

After    guessed the answer, Huang Kaijing's mouth twitched.