Falling into the Cretaceous

"What should we do with those bodies?"

Zhang Qiming frowned and asked. At this moment, Mike, the black man, and his four companions also came over, wanting to hear what Shen Ye and the others were discussing.

Shen Ye pinched his brow, put the cigarette butt in his mouth, and took a deep drag. The burning cigarette made a hissing sound as it burned down to more than half its original size.

"We have limited physical strength and no tools to bury them. Apart from burning them, we can only leave them outside the camp to feed the wild animals. But all their supplies, such as clothes, belts, and shoes, must be removed."

Shen Ye said.

Everyone fell silent.

"Brother Ye, shouldn't we give the deceased some dignity? Besides, we don't dare to take off the clothes off the body, do we?" Lin Ruochu said weakly.

Shen Ye didn't speak, and Zhang Qiming shook his head.

"Brother Ye is right. We don't know how long we'll be staying here. Wearing the same dirty clothes for a long time will easily make us sick. In this world with zero medical care, getting sick could very well mean death!"

Everyone fell silent upon hearing Zhang Qiming's words.

This is indeed what Shen Ye is worried about.

"Brother Ye, should we burn it or throw it outside the camp?" Zhou Jian asked.

Shen Ye took another deep drag of his cigarette, then threw the butt on the ground. He glanced at the land from 100 million years ago, his gaze hardening.

"Burn it!"

Shen Ye gave the order.

Then he looked at Mike and the other four.

"Mike, you five go and organize the survivors to do this. Remember to take off all their clothes, pile the bodies up by the camp, and the rest of you clean the hull. We'll take turns going in to rest tonight. That should be enough."

Mike had no objection to Shen Ye's arrangement, after all, it wasn't a dangerous job, just a bit disgusting.

"understood."

Mike waved, and his four companions followed him toward the survivors' assembly area.

"You, you, you, and all of you, stand up! Drag all the corpses to this open space. Once the rest of you see the bodies, strip them naked, leaving them nothing!"

Mike, a 1.9-meter-tall black man, acted like a slave overseer, pointing a stick at the survivors and issuing orders, while the survivors dared not speak out against him.

Shen Ye saw this but did not stop Mike's rudeness.

Because that's what he wanted.

If Zhang Qiming were to go instead, people would question whether Shen Ye's orders were reasonable and whether they should be carried out. After all, burning corpses and removing clothes went against their will, and it would take time to explain to them. By the time they understood, time would be gone.

Not only is it inefficient, but over time, having to explain everything will greatly diminish the leader's authority and execution ability.

It was completely different when Mike and his group went.

They wouldn't question orders; they would only submit to Mike's tyranny and efficiently carry them out. Furthermore, their pent-up resentment towards Mike and his group would lay the foundation for Shen Ye to eventually take them down.

This is called a conflict transfer management method.

This can be considered killing two birds with one stone.

This knowledge wasn't something Shen Ye learned in the workplace. His major didn't give him any chance to experience the harsh realities of the workplace, all because he took psychology as an elective in college and got straight A's.

His psychology professor really liked him.

However, in Shen Ye's father's words, Shen Ye was indeed smart, but he only studied useless things. As a result, his father was ridiculed by the neighbors for several years, and the only time he was proud was when he went to Peking University.

Lin Ruochu, Ning Yan, Zhou Jian, and Lan Yanyan went to clean the cabin, while Zhang Qiming and Shen Ye went to find materials to make torches and spears.

Under Shen Ye's arrangement, the originally chaotic camp began to operate in an orderly manner, just like a factory.

Over the course of more than an hour, some West Clawed Dragons still came by, but the survivors were no longer so afraid. They picked up sticks, stones, and other items as weapons and killed quite a few West Clawed Dragons.

These West Clawed Dragons were about the size of an adult domestic chicken, weighing three or four pounds, and could be killed with a single stick.

It won't be long before the terrifying upright ape becomes famous.

the other side.

More than thirty intact corpses and other fragmented limbs were piled up at the edge of the forest, less than two meters high.

The survivors gathered around the body; some knelt and prayed, some slumped on the ground weeping, and some ran to the side and vomited violently.

Shen Ye had been paying close attention to this situation.

In the aftermath of the disaster, prayer became a daily routine for these people, unlike a few Asians who did not.

Shen Ye approached Zhang Qiming.

"Brother Zhang, go tell them that I had a dream on the plane. I dreamt that God sent me to save everyone. Use your eloquence to make it vivid and believable."

Shen Ye said.

Zhang Qiming was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

Why would you say that?

"When people encounter an inescapable predicament, their rationality is weakened, and they turn to believe in some illusory things. They need some miracles. People always choose to pray to gods and Buddhas when they are at their wits' end, placing their hopes on reason and humanity... This is disaster psychology. I can't explain it all. Just do as I say."

Shen Ye didn't continue; if he were to finish explaining this theory, he would die of thirst.

(Those interested can see the notes at the end of the chapter)

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiming, though unaware of the deeper implications, recognized the obvious benefits on the surface.

After Shen Ye created this persona, all his incomprehensible behaviors, such as moving and burning corpses, no longer needed further explanation; everything would automatically become rational in their minds.

This not only comforted them but also reduced the escalation of internal conflicts within the team.

Zhang Qiming began to have a different opinion of this young man, Shen Ye.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Zhang Qiming approached the survivors who were arranged in a circle.

Those Europeans and Americans are still praying, asking God for forgiveness and the like.

"There's no need for anyone to be upset about this; it's all God's will!"

Zhang Qiming shouted loudly, and the Westerners present quieted down. Seeing that it had an effect, Zhang Qiming shouted loudly again.

"On the plane, Mr. Shen Ye had a very long dream. In the dream, he met God, who told him that all of this was a test for us, and that he was sent by God to guide us. He would lead us to live on until each of us passed God's test!"

Zhang Qiming's words brought a glimmer of hope to the Westerners present.

At that moment, Shen Ye walked over.

"Yes, God told me that we are all sinners, and only by passing this test can we atone for our sins, receive God's forgiveness, and have our souls granted eternal life..."

Shen Ye delivered a moving speech.

The Westerners in the audience were all sobbing uncontrollably.

But the Asians rolled their eyes and booed.

"That's fucking ridiculous!"

A young Asian man sneered.

A Western woman next to him glared at him fiercely.

"God will not forgive someone as foolish as you!"

"No, this is just storytelling..."

The Asian man tried to explain, but more Europeans and Americans surrounded him.

"You idiot, how do you explain that we appeared in the Cretaceous period? And that Mr. Shen, this survival expert, just happened to appear? Besides an omnipotent God, who else has such abilities?!"

"He's omnipotent... he can create his own..."

The Asian youth hadn't finished speaking when he saw those murderous eyes and swallowed his words.

"I believe you, I believe you, isn't that enough?"

If he continued talking, he was truly afraid that these fanatics would smash his skull with stones while he slept.

(Note: The protagonist's behavior can be interpreted as divine right of kings: similar to Hong Xiuquan's claim to be the son of God, Zhu Yuanzhang's dream of receiving a divine pill, and miracles occurring before the opening of some real temples, etc. Humans are complex, arrogant, and cowardly. Only something higher than humanity and reason can bring a group of panicked survivors to a temporary consensus and unity. They don't need whether the dream is real or not, just as no one believes in the origins of Hong Xiuquan and Zhu Yuanzhang. As long as a momentum is formed, the goal can be achieved. There are many such psychological applications in history. This is an efficient means of ruling and winning people's hearts. It is supported by history and social psychology and is not just empty talk. Expanding on this would be too complicated and affect the progress of the plot, so I will only briefly explain it.)