Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The unified recitation drowned out the two military police officers.

Led by John, the infected around them recited the mantra three times in a row, then looked intently at the young military policeman.

"What's wrong with you guys? What's going on?" The young military policeman was so frightened that he stammered.

John looked serious, holding the pamphlet like a priest preaching a sermon:

"We're telling you about Oripathy. Eating the bread I'm giving you won't put you at all, child. Do you understand?"

The young military policeman wanted to say something, but was glared at forcefully by the older military policeman, and quickly changed his words before he could utter a rebuke:

"Okay, okay, I got it, but I'm not hungry right now, alright?"

John closed the booklet and said firmly:

"Then please recite the original text."

Young military policeman: "..."

Seeing that he fell silent, the older military policeman quickly gestured with his eyes for him to obey.

It's just memorizing a passage, what are you still hesitating about?

The young military policeman was inwardly groaning.

He was so terrified by the scene that his mind was almost blank; all he could think about was escaping as quickly as possible, and he didn't bother to remember what the infected were saying.

But with the die already cast, the young military policeman steeled himself and recited:

"Infected individuals... will not be infected, and there is no risk from contact with food. For example, infected individuals in professions such as chefs can hold their jobs."

John shouted, "You can't even remember such a simple point of knowledge? What are you thinking about?"

Learning about mineral diseases is not only about protecting yourself, but also about protecting those around you.

Oripathy isn't scary; ignorance is!

The young military policeman, his face full of resentment, gradually grew bolder as he saw that the infected people didn't seem to want to do anything.

He muttered something under his breath:

"In the end, it's all because of you infected people. If you infected people disappear, we will naturally be safe."

The older military policeman felt a chill run down his spine, completely abandoning the dim-witted fellow, and quietly moved a few steps away.

John glanced at the young military policeman with pity, then opened the pamphlet again and said loudly:

"Everyone, turn to page twenty-one, look at the ninth point in the fifth line, and read it aloud."

"One, two, go!"

According to statistics from multiple large organizations, including Rhine Life and Black Steel International, among those infected with Oripathy, 78.54% were infected through direct contact with Originium, 8.48% were transmitted from mother to child, 1.98% were transmitted through blood, and the remainder were infected through other means.

The chance of Oripathy being transmitted through a live infected person is extremely low; therefore, it is not classified as a source of infection!

After finishing his reading, John closed the booklet and said earnestly:

"Putting aside book knowledge, even if the infected disappear, Oripathy will not end. On this land, Originium will always be with everyone."

The young military policeman stood there, stunned, unable to react for a long time.

John asked him to recite the points he had just learned, and the young military policeman, his face flushed, still couldn't memorize the long string of data.

He couldn't help but get a little impatient and said:

"You all read from the booklets, so why am I required to memorize them?"

John nodded, exchanged glances with those around him, and everyone closed their booklets and began reciting in unison from the first point of knowledge.

In an instant, the sound of recitation became the only sound in the infected neighborhood.

Even the children in the neighborhood came over and joined in reciting loudly.

The young military policeman felt a buzzing in his ears, as if knowledge was frantically drilling into his brain, making his head throb with pain.

This scene was even more outrageous than the religious sermons in Arturo's non-infected city, as if all the infected were devout religious followers offering their most loyal respect to a god called knowledge.

"You're all crazy, you're all crazy."

The young military policeman, unable to bear it any longer, suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, interrupting the infected people's recitation: "Get out of my way! I want to leave! I want to go back to the non-infected area!"

John looked at the angry young military policeman before him and shook his head regretfully:

"This young military policeman may need some help."

The infected people around nodded in agreement and made way for each other.

Behind them, five tall, burly Sarkaz men, exuding a fierce aura, strode over, carrying brooms.

Half a minute later, screams began to echo.

Five minutes later, the screams gradually became hoarse.

Ten minutes later, the screams turned into a tearful recitation of knowledge points.

In the central square, a young military policeman held a booklet, his face streaked with tears, yet there was not a trace of injury, not even the protective suit he refused to take off.

But his expression of ecstasy proved that the punishment methods the Sarkaz had honed over the past few days were very effective, perfectly embodying the essence of pain without causing harm.

John looked at the young military policeman and the five Sarkaz behind him, forming a classic white-and-black composition, and nodded in satisfaction.

John then turned to the elderly military policeman, who was still terrified, and smiled again:

“Friend, now I can take you to find Qi Yan.”

The smile caught the eye of the older military policeman, who was immediately startled and shuddered.

"Th-thank you..." The older military policeman forced a smile. "I suddenly realize I don't want to see Qi Yan as much anymore. May I leave?"

John nodded kindly, then took his pamphlet out of his pocket.

(I was dragged out and forced to drink until I was dizzy and lightheaded. Don't rush me to write the remaining two chapters; I'll take my time.)

Chapter 364 The Vanished White Queen

Upon seeing the booklet, the older military policeman was so frightened that his hair almost stood on end, and he waved his hands and backed away repeatedly.

John smiled warmly:

"Don't be nervous. You didn't say anything offensive, so I won't force you to memorize the knowledge about Oripathy, but I sincerely hope you can accept this book."

If you have time, take the time to calm down, put aside your prejudices, and read it carefully. It's not just for protecting those of us who are infected, but also for protecting those of you who are not infected.

The older military policeman blinked, looked surprised and uncertain, stepped forward, and stretched out his arm to take the booklet.

Seeing that John and the infected around him did not move, the Sarkaz focused on training the young military police, while the older military police took a deep breath, turned around and ran.

He hadn't run far when he slammed on the brakes, turned back, picked up the protective suit from the ground, and ran away again without looking back.

The elderly military policeman ran all the way out of the infected neighborhood and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was chasing him.

"What's going on with these infected people? And what's the deal with that Qi Yan guy?"

The older military policeman hurriedly put on his protective suit and rushed to the council chamber in a panic.

When he arrived at the council chamber, panting, and found Severin, Severin was holding a report and looking on with a headache.

Seeing the older military policeman push open the door and enter the office, Severin waved first and said:

"Mochi, you've come at the right time. You're usually the quickest thinker. Give me some advice. There are more and more non-infected people in the city's Originium Cluster. If this continues, it's inevitable that infections will occur."

How can I persuade someone who is not infected to move to a neighborhood with infected people after they have contracted the virus?

The elderly military policeman named Mochi felt very conflicted upon hearing this.

Severin noticed that Mochi's expression was off and asked with some confusion:

What happened to you?

“Yeah, Para and I went to the infected neighborhood to help Arturo spread his religion, and we got detained there,” Mochi said with a wry smile.

"what?!"

Severin suddenly stood up, surprised, and said, "How dare they attack the military police? Are they planning to threaten me with their lives?"

"No, all of that is wrong. You guessed wrong, and your worries are wrong. Once the truth comes out, everyone will probably be scrambling to get into the infected neighborhood."

Mochi clutched his head, and in a daze, recounted everything that happened in the infected neighborhood.

His words were somewhat incoherent due to the provocation, but the general situation was still clearly expressed.

Severin opened his mouth, his mental shock no less than that of Mochi.

“Qi Yan, I remember that name. He’s Captain Bai’s friend.” Severin felt like he had grasped something important. “Non-infected neighborhood, Qi Yan, infected city, Arturo… Captain Bai has been missing lately. Where did she go?”

"She didn't tell me, which makes sense. How could someone as important as her possibly report her itinerary to me..."

Severin felt as if there was a tiny thread in his mind, constantly swaying, but he couldn't grasp it no matter what.

Mochi slowly regained his composure, but worry returned to his mind:

"Captain, Para is still being held in the infected neighborhood. What do we do?"

Severin was even more troubled by this.

Logically, as the commander-in-chief of the Wolumonde Military Police, he should be rushing to rescue his subordinates, but it seems that Qi Yan has taken over the infected neighborhood without a word, and Severin is hesitant to provoke such a powerful figure.

That was a powerful figure whom Captain White himself acknowledged; Wolumond could not bear the wrath of such a powerful being.

"...Never mind him. That kid is too straightforward and has a deep-rooted prejudice against infected people. Maybe we can use this opportunity to improve him...It's not a bad thing."

Severin's words were so unconvincing that even he himself found them hard to believe.

Mochi's lips twitched twice, but he didn't say anything, obediently nodded, and left.

Back in the military police's dormitory area, Mochi was still somewhat dazed, only managing a mumbled response to the greetings from his companions.

Arriving at his bed, Mochi, as if possessed, pulled out the booklet John had given him and began to read it bit by bit.

His eyes widened as this booklet completely overturned the knowledge he had gathered about mineral diseases from various random places.

Moqi looked at it for a long time, and even after he put down the booklet, the revolutionary knowledge points that were so groundbreaking for him kept flashing through his mind.

However, Mochi didn't say anything.

He was rational and knew that he was able to calm down and read this booklet because he had personally witnessed the situation in the infected neighborhood. If it were someone else, no matter how loudly they shouted, they would not be able to awaken those who were immersed in prejudice.

Time flew by, and the next morning, after washing up, Mochi went with his military police comrades to maintain order at Arturo's preaching site.

Along the way, people frequently asked about Para's whereabouts, and Mochi simply smiled wryly and brushed them off with "something came up".

He felt that, given the current situation in the infected neighborhood, Para wouldn't have a chance to regain her freedom unless she spent several days thoroughly memorizing the pamphlet.

When Mochi arrived at the presentation venue, he was surprised to find that Para had already arrived and was standing outside the venue, muttering to herself.

When Para saw Mochi, her eyes, hidden behind her protective suit and mask, immediately turned red.

"Senior, I've memorized it! One night, one book, one miracle!"

Mochi: "..."

"Good, it's good to be back." Mochi said with some emotion, "Focus on your work, don't think too much, it's all in the past."

Para nodded, turned and headed to her seat, but after only two steps, she reflexively began to recite the knowledge points to herself again.

Soon, the non-infected people began to arrive at the lecture venue, and Arturo led W onto the central stage.

W crossed his arms, ignoring the hostile stares of the non-infected people in the audience, and whispered sarcastically to Arturo:

"Are you even capable, Sarkaz? Qi Yan gave you this task and you haven't made any progress in all these days. Aren't you Sarkaz the best at dealing with religious stuff?"

Arturo stared coldly at W:

"If you can do it, then do it; if you can't, then shut up."

W pursed her lips and silently stepped aside.

Seeing that W was being sensible, Arturo turned on the microphone, picked up her prepared speech, and began to routinely read her modified religious doctrines.

During the reading, Arturo silently unleashed his Originium Arts, attempting to manipulate the emotions of the non-infected individuals.

Unfortunately, her Originium Arts were not omnipotent. These non-infected individuals had no identification with the doctrine in their hearts, and no matter how Arturo tried, she could not arouse their resonance.

After the doctrine was read aloud, the non-infected people in the audience had a lukewarm response.

There were even troublemakers lurking in the crowd, who would habitually speak in a sarcastic tone: