CH 18

Chapter 18 - I know you're pretending (3)

After they had finished eating the mini sausage, Bei Nuan took out a bag of small dried fish and handed the package to Du Ruo first.

Du Ruo looked at Bei Nuan's seemingly empty backpack in surprise. "What else do you have in that bag? Is it all delicious food?"

This wasn't much. Bei Nuan actually wanted to take out a big container of ice cream.

Bei Nuan took out a small dried fish and raised it to Lu Xingchi's mouth.

With his mouth full, Du Ruo protested in a mumble, "Why do you keep feeding him? He's so cold-blooded, but you keep feeding him. Why don't you feed me?"

"He's busy oiling his crossbow. His hands aren't free, "Bei Nuan explained, still holding up the little dried fish.

Lu Xingchi didn't even refuse this time. He tilted his head silently and cleanly took the snack from her.

No longer hungry or thirsty and having nothing else to do other than sitting around, Bei Nuan consulted #3.

"#3, even now, I can't figure out what exactly increases the Holy Mother value. How do you set your standards?"

"I'm not the one that set the standard. I'm merely a program," #3 seriously explained, "I went through your kind's network and searched through everything about Holy Mother behavior."

"Search? How did you search?" Bei Nuan was curious.

"For example, if something happens, and someone comments, "Holy Mother" or "What a Holy Mother", I'll enter it into my database. When a certain number of repetitions is exceeded, I'll label that behavior and similar behavior as Holy Mother behavior."

Bei Nuan was speechless. This method was too unreliable.

"So you actually don't understand and can't distinguish when someone is saying Holy Mother in a commendatory way versus a derogatory way?" Bei Nuan asked.

#3 fell silent.

Bei Nuan continued her psychological blows. "Everyone's thoughts on what a Holy Mother should be is too different. Do you know the story of Buddha cutting his flesh to feed an eagle?"

Bei Nuan explained popular science to #3. "A person who cuts her flesh to birds is called a Holy Mother; a person that cuts the meat of others to feed birds is called a Holy Mother; a person that will continue to feed the bird as its last chick is taken away is called a Holy Mother."

"There are also twisted people who abuse birds every day. They call anyone that looks at them negatively a Holy Mother. Do you indiscriminately put all these examples in your database?"

#3 was perplexed. "Is it that complicated? Do I need to refine my standard?"

"No need! It's pretty good as it is," Bei Nuan hastily reassured.

#3's definition of Holy Mother was a giant mess. Whether it was a true Holy Mother or a fake one, whether Holy Mother was used in a commendatory way versus a derogatory way, it was all mixed up in a gurgling cauldron.

Let #3 refine its standard? Only an idiot would want the system to do that.

Just let it continue cooking this mess.

The larger the scope of its definition, the greater the chance of her increasing her Holy Mother value. Bei Nuan calculated this very clearly.

While Bei Nuan was chatting with #3, Lu Xingchi had gotten out of the car. He opened the trunk and pretended to look for something.

While the other two weren't paying attention, he turned and swept his cold and sharp gaze over the village that wasn't far from them. Almost instantly, dozens of long spikes rose up into the sky from the village.

Like a formation of soldiers, the nails gathered together and shot straight toward the jeep. They were so fast they almost couldn't be seen.

Lu Xingchi flicked his slender fingers, and the magazine lid in his hand snapped open.

The dozens of long spikes flew over the jeep as if they had eyes. They turned in the air. Following a crisp sound, one by one, they quickly and steadily fell into the opened magazine. These were the spikes he had used to kill the zombies.

Having recovered the spikes, Lu Xingchi closed the lid. He also had a special ability.