World Occult User Guide

Entering the venting mode, Lin An saw Mrs. Adamek's medium branches jumping out in the form of a tree diagram, proving that she was not an awakened mystic.

no problem.

never mind,

She's not a threat.

Lin An quit the investigation and saw from the corner of his eye that Edward's wrist was turned up, and the reflection of the miniature camera disappeared in a flash.

"Click."

"Have you found anything?" Lin An asked through "Communicating with Developers".

"No, it's just my personal habit." Edward replied, "I like to record some important people or moments, maybe it will become evidence and pictures in the future. Of course, if nothing happens, these pictures will not be released to the public .”

"I have to say, your habits are a bit scary." Lin An said meaningfully, "But now I support you - 'record the moment'."

"Mr. Forester, I don't quite understand."

Lin An did not answer, but Edward's attention was quickly attracted by Mrs. Adamek.

The widow spoke in a melancholy voice like an owl flying over a cemetery, and her French had a thick Slavic accent, full of coldness and indifference.

"You should have heard about the press conference in the city. In the seven days before the official conference, guests from all over the world will land one after another from the White Elephant Coast and stay in Abishan City. It is estimated that there will be about a thousand to About 1,500 people.”

"General Rohan Lubbasi asked me to take care of these guests during this period and ensure that they have a hygienic and healthy journey. To this end, I need 30 cleaners, 30 errand boys, 20 porters and 1 Medical assistant."

"The first three kinds of labor are paid 3 francs an hour, and the medical assistant is 10 francs an hour."

Lin An smacked his lips. According to the exchange rate before April 1 last year, 1 franc was equivalent to approximately 0.07 cents.

In other words, even the highest-paid medical assistant can only earn 6 cents for eight hours a day.

Back then, he was working as a helper at a restaurant in Chinatown, and the friendly salary offered by his senior sister was $12 an hour, and he kept the tips for himself.

Now it's really "Before My Struggle" and "After My Struggle".

Lin An didn't care about his salary. He mainly wanted to sneak into the press conference without leaving a trace and collect more information about the voodoo priest behind Kapunde Kumasi.

The daily salary of 6 cents was quite attractive in Laconao, and soon someone couldn't wait to ask.

"What are your requirements? I want to be a medical assistant."

"First of all, you are excluded." The loud voice next to Mrs. Adamek glared at the interrupter, "Madam needs someone who understands politeness!"

"Shhhhhh..."

The lady put her index finger on her pale lips and stopped her loud voice with her soft, yet eerie voice.

"I want my medical assistants to speak fluent French, and it would be great if they also know English. They must know how to read people's words and be quick with their hands and feet. It is best to master basic medical knowledge and recognize common drugs and their effects."

As soon as these words came out, most of the people in the room fell silent.

They come from remote towns and villages around Abishan and have never received formal education. The language barrier alone daunts them.

There was a long silence, Mrs. Adamek said with a hint of disappointment.

"No one signed up?"

A middle-aged man hesitated for a long time and tried to move away from the crowd.

"Dear Madam, I meet your request!"

Mrs. Adamek looked at him with deep eyes for a while, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"Okay, let's give it a try."

The middle-aged man thought this meant that he agreed to become his assistant, and he was feeling complacent when he saw a nurse in white pushing a cart with various bottles and jars of various medicines, tall and short, and a knife on it.

Mrs. Adamek gracefully took off her black gloves, picked up the scalpel with her slender fingers, reversed the sharp blade, and gently touched her wrist.

The sharp blade cut through the delicate skin, and blood snaked down her pale wrist.

Putting the knife back on a piece of white paper, the lady smiled strangely at the stunned man.

"Please help me heal."

The man who boasted about Haikou felt like he was struck by lightning. After a while, he had no choice but to walk to the nurse's trolley, pick up a vial filled with powder, and pour it onto the wound with trembling hands.

"Click."

Something cold pressed against his forehead, and the sound of a bullet being loaded sounded. Mrs. Adamek held the gun with her other intact hand, and her gloomy tone became a little colder.

"Since you don't understand the most basic signs at all, why did you lie to me? Tell me, tell me a reason!"

"me……"

The man's calves were trembling with fear. He dared not continue to make up lies, for fear that his wife would pull the trigger and end his life.

"I don't know! I'm sorry, I don't know!"

"You should be lucky that I am the subject of the experiment. If I catch you and worsen the wounds of the guests, this bullet will not only go through your head, but also the heart of every relative in your family."

Mrs. Adamek watched with satisfaction as the corners of the man's eyes turned red, and tears, sweat and saliva were shed uncontrollably. Her entire face was smeared with body fluids. She just withdrew the pistol and hid it somewhere in her black dress.

"thump."

The man could no longer bear the mental pressure and immediately knelt on the ground, his whole body shaking violently.

"It's just a joke, I'm trying to scare you."

"Going down, going down!" The loud voice picked up the limp man with great discernment, dragged him out of the villa gate, threw him on the street, and then came back after handling him, "Is there anyone else who wants to recommend themselves? "

With the men's lessons learned from the past, the temporary workers remained silent.

After Lin An watched this farce, he had a few more guesses about Mrs. Adamek's origins.

She didn't behave like a woman who sold her body. If she had to choose a more credible explanation from the rumors in the city, Lin An thought that her money might come from smuggling.

She has a vibe similar to that of drug lord Carlo Bennett.

"Madam, I want to give it a try." After thinking about it, Lin An took the initiative.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and they were all filled with admiration.

Although the lady did not fire, no one dared to bet on her kindness.

"Oh, come on." Mrs. Adamek narrowed her eyes, "My hand hurts so much."

Lin An held up her wrist without any psychological pressure. The woman's skin was like cream, but her body temperature was unusually low.

The wound was very shallow and small, and the bleeding stopped and scabbed over in just a few minutes. However, the blood that had not been wiped off became a mess, making it look particularly scary.

So he wiped the area around the wound with saline. The blood passed through the cotton ball and stuck to Lin An's skin, making it moist and cold.

He picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in some iodine for disinfection, and put a band-aid on it.

This is a common process.

With a monthly salary of 1.8 dollars, do you still expect to recruit Nobel laureates?

Mrs. Adamek admired the band-aid, as if she was feeling its dryness, then suddenly tore it off fiercely and put on her black gloves.

"You are qualified, sir." She nodded slightly, "Go over there to get your work permit."

…………

Later, Lin Xile and Edward were censored by loud voices and became cleaners and errand runners respectively.

They will be assigned to work in seven different hotels during the day, and rest in a clinic that smells faintly of disinfectant at night.

After the first day of helping, Lin An and Edward lay on the creaking nursing bed, opened the virtual page of World Tree, and exchanged today's information.

"I got media information from both hotels," Edward said. "ANSA, La Repubblica and Corriere della Sera in Italy, Greater Manchester and Mundo in Lion Country." News", "Broadcasting Company", pigeon country..."

"Okay, let's just say that the exposure of your report will probably have some impact on the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce." Lin An interrupted his rambling.

"At least 2 million people will know that they discharged radioactive sewage into the Kuba River." Edward vowed, "Assuming that 5% of them will spread first-hand news, and insiders will spread it again... The final fermentation result will be about 30 million people. Pass."

"What if someone used money to suppress the heat."

"Hmm..." Edward's expression darkened, "Okay, a conservative estimate is 5 million people."

This is not a small amount, it is enough to severely damage the image maintained by the owner of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce.

"Do you have anything else to gain?"

"No more. Sorry, Mr. Forester, I can only observe the world of ordinary people. I can't tell you how many mystics there are or other anomalies in the energy of 'Comoth'."

Not awakening is indeed a flaw.

Lin An warned, "Edward, don't leave Lin Xile's sight." After a pause, he continued, "I followed the doctors from Adamek Hospital and went door to door to vaccinate the guests against local infectious diseases."

"I also received three injections when I entered the country." Edward touched his arm with lingering fear.

"Is it true that I only got stabbed when I entered the country?" Lin Anpo glanced at him meaningfully.

"What do you mean?" Edward asked confused.

"Let's talk about my findings. I didn't meet any mysterious people in the hotel."

"Muggles are the majority."

"In January 2039, it will be less than two years before the star paths of 'Comes' completely overlap. According to a certain foundation's estimate, the current ratio of mystics to ordinary people is already an astonishing 1:7500. .”

"There is one mysterious person among almost seven thousand people..." Edward's face gradually became serious, "Combining the population of Abishan City and the residential density of the hotel... this is impossible."

Lin An shrugged noncommittally: "Edward, I suspect there is something wrong with these vaccines."

"Oh God!" The reporter was shocked.

"But if you want to verify my guess, you need to observe for a while." Lin Anyong propped his head up on his elbows, looked at the restless Edward quietly, and shook his head with a sigh, "Just wait, Edward."

"Well……"

Edward frowned, always feeling that something was not quite right. (End of chapter)