Half an hour later.
Trister finally came alive, his body no longer trembling, and his hands holding the cup of hot water were no longer shaky.
"Are you sure? If you're sure, I'll inject it?"
In the past half hour, Lin Yuan had already adjusted their medication ratio. This treatment agent was for Jiang Ziqi, Ji Xuanyan, and those "super soldiers" who had naturally broken through to the peak of reinforcement.
For ordinary people, it naturally needed to be diluted.
However, Lin Yuan was not a machine, and subtle differences were normal. His eldest daughter was fine, but his youngest son might experience adverse reactions.
For this reason, Lin Yuan diluted it again. It was impossible to cure the illness instantly; he was afraid of the danger.
But risk did not equal no risk; he still had to explain it clearly to him.
"Yes, I'm sure. No need to wait any longer."
"Okay." Since the couple were so certain, Lin Yuan didn't ask any more questions. He picked up a regular medical syringe and began to inject the diluted treatment agent into the two children.
Gluteal injection, fast acting.
Because they were really seriously ill, neither of the children cried out in pain. They only whimpered twice before falling asleep again.
Now, all that was needed was to wait for the treatment agent to take effect.
"It should be about half an hour. Tell me, what exactly happened?"
According to the population density of the western towns in the Federal Republic of White Eagle, as long as the inducibility of sound to zombies was reasonably utilized, obtaining supplies should not be so difficult.
Trister first asked Elise to take care of the children. She was still somewhat wary of Lin Yuan, making communication inconvenient.
The two sat on chairs, with a bottle of wine in front of them.
It was a brand new, unopened bottle.
Lin Yuan didn't know much about red wine; he only knew a few famous brands and nothing else.
Trister didn't mention any specific wine, but quietly poured two glasses of red wine, not urging Lin Yuan to drink.
He started talking about their situation in this place.
"My uncle and I moved to Ivomonna the year before last, which was the year before the zombie crisis began.
At that time, we were already preparing to return to our country. We had sold a lot of our properties and were planning to relax for a while during the last period of time. We treated it as a vacation here. After all, North Conway was only 50 kilometers to the north, and we could go there to fish and have picnics from time to time."
When he heard the name North Conway, Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed, and his wine-tasting action paused, but he did not interrupt Trister's speech.
Instead, he continued to listen to him.
"When we first moved here, the town residents were very enthusiastic and simple. In the words of my hometown, this place was like a paradise.
But after a church was built in the town, everything changed. Those residents all started praying in the church. At first, I thought it was normal. After all, there was no law preventing people from praying in church.
As time went on, I realized that the behavior patterns of the people in the town had all started to become the same.
You might not understand how I felt when I say this. Imagine when your friends, family, and everything around you starts to become the same, doing the same thing every day: praying, praying, and praying again. Even the expressions they give you become the same. It's dangerous and terrifying, like a leopard about to pounce on you.
And after the zombie crisis broke out, very few people in the town turned into zombies. Those who prayed every day believed it was a blessing from the Holy Mother, and their actions became even more reckless. The few atheists in town were also forcibly converted into believers of that Holy Mother."
Lin Yuan's scalp tingled when Trister said this. It was indeed an uncomfortable feeling to be the only anomaly in a crowd, and everyone around you was a wolf, looking at you as if you were a sheep.
Living in such an environment was truly difficult.
"How did you survive?"
"We moved to the countryside further away. The house we are in now is after the third move. We found out where we were before. If this place is discovered again, we will have to live on an island."
Trister felt a pang of regret as he said this, took a sip of wine, and continued with a wry smile, "My two children caught a cold during the last move, and they haven't recovered. We lacked medicine and doctors at home, so they never fully recovered."
"By the way, what about your uncle?"
"He sacrificed himself to protect us during our orderly evacuation, and died with those people."
"This..." Lin Yuan was speechless. He could only raise his glass in a gesture and ask, "Do you know the name of that cult?"
"I don't know. I've never heard them mention it. They just go to church to pray every day, and then they become like this. My wife and I don't believe in God at all, and we've never been to church. I don't know what it's like inside."
Judging by his appearance, he didn't seem to be lying, so Lin Yuan didn't press further and let him continue.
"I went to that place today and took a look. The central area of the town was cordoned off, and there were sentries outside. Those crows and wolves were things they raised. They would sound the alarm as soon as they discovered outsiders.
So I retreated and planned to see if I could sneak in at dawn. Then I heard the explosion, and I wanted to try my luck here. The rest you already know."
"At dawn?" Lin Yuan noticed something strange in Trister's words.
Wouldn't it be more normal to sneak in under the cover of darkness?
Why so openly during the day?
"Yes, because their energy levels during the day are not as good as at night. In comparison, it's easier to sneak in during the day."
Good heavens, this habit of being active at night and hiding during the day was just like zombies.
Did the people of the Eternal Life Cult have such habits? Andrea didn't have such special characteristics.
Now, through Trister's narration and the crows and wolves he had encountered before, Lin Yuan could basically confirm that this place was the stronghold of the Eternal Life Cult.
He immediately took out the landscape painting from his food pack and handed it to Trister.
"Take a look at this place and see if you have any impression."
"...Does this bag of yours also contain Doraemon?"
Despite his grumbling, Trister took the landscape painting and looked at it carefully.
After a few minutes, he said uncertainly, "This place somewhat resembles an abandoned manor in the northern mountains of North Conway."
"An abandoned manor?"
"Yes, that place seems to have been uninhabited for a long time. This painting was probably drawn when it was just built, about a hundred years ago. It's an antique."
"When did you see this manor?"
"The year before last, when we first moved here. We went fishing in North Conway and saw it from afar on the way. The manor was full of fallen leaves, and no one paid any attention to it. The clock tower in the attic had collapsed.
Not far from it was a large lake, and there was also a village. The people in that village didn't seem strange.
As for the buildings behind it, I haven't seen them. I feel like the painter drew them based on imagination.
What's wrong, is there anything special about it?"
Lin Yuan shook his head. "Nothing, just asking. How long will this blizzard last?"
"Judging by this, it should stop by tomorrow morning."
"Okay."