Slowly pushing open the door, Xiao Zhan walked in quietly.

The light in the house is a bit dim, the smell is a bit heavy, and there is still no one in the house.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A coughing sound suddenly came from the room on the side, which immediately made Xiao Zhan nervous, and immediately turned the muzzle of the gun.

"Is Filfsky dead?"

An old, frail voice rang out.

Xiao Zhan didn't speak, he walked over slowly, stirred the heavy door curtain with the muzzle of the gun, and saw an old man sitting cross-legged on the bed.

The old man's beard was white, his face was full of wrinkles, and his whole body was extremely withered, as if he could die at any moment.

At this time, the old man was looking at Xiao Zhan with those cloudy eyes, and it was these cloudy eyes that made Xiao Zhan's heart burst out: an independent house, an old man living alone, made so many people outside kneel and worship......

Who is this old man? Spiritual leader?!

"Is Filfsky dead?" The old man asked again.

Xiao Zhan walked in slowly, pointed a gun at the other party, and cautiously stretched out his hand to pull off the woolen blanket he was covering his body.

At this moment, he was stunned.

The old man was scrawny, without arms and legs.

He was not sitting cross-legged, but standing, broken from his legs together.

Not only that, but the wounds are not well cared for and are already rotting.

It's good that the blanket doesn't lift it, but as soon as it is lifted, it immediately emits a foul smell.

"I'm no threat to you." The old man whispered, "Tell me, is Fifsky dead?" ”

Xiao Zhan nodded: "Dead, I'll kill him." ”

Hearing this, a stream of hot tears suddenly welled up in the old man's cloudy pupils, and his bark-like lips kept buzzing, not knowing what he was saying or praying for.

Seeing that there was no danger, Xiao Zhan put away his rifle, opened the window and looked out, and found that those who were chasing him were still in the distance, but they no longer knelt down.

"Who are you?" Xiao Zhan stared at the old man and asked.

"Did you say where Camilla was when Filfsky died?"

The old man did not answer Xiao Zhan's question, but chose to continue asking.

Kamila, the girl's name, means perfect in Arabic.

"Nope." Xiao Zhan shook his head.

The old man's eyes were full of loss, his lips buzzed again, he recited a verse, and then bowed down with his body that had lost his legs, and finally ended with the word Allah Great.

It took about ten minutes, and in these ten minutes or so, the people outside still did not approach.

By this time, Xiao Zhan had clearly known that the old man in front of him must be the spiritual leader here.

"Promise me, kid, help me find Camilla, okay?" The old man looked at Xiao Zhan with hope.

Who Camilla was, Xiao Zhan didn't know, but he knew that this must be an opportunity for him to live.

"I don't know who Camilla is, I don't know how to find her." Xiao Zhan sat on a chair, covering the wound in his abdomen with one hand, and said to the old man: "I don't want to deceive you, although you are an enemy in my eyes, although I may get me out of trouble after promising you." ”

This is Xiao Zhan's style, he won't easily promise others anything, but as long as he agrees, he will definitely do it.

It's always been like this.

"Kamila is my granddaughter who was taken away by Firmsky after we fled here from Syria." The old man whispered, "Firmski told me that as long as I do what he says, Kamila will be fine." 12 years have passed, and I only know that Camilla has grown up and nothing else. ”

"Filfsky took control of your granddaughter and then forced you to be a spiritual leader?" Xiao Zhan asked.

"No, it is for me to push him to the position of the only messenger of Allah, who is the spiritual leader." The old man shook his head bitterly and continued: "We have all escaped from the war, we are homeless, we are ostracized. In other countries, we refugees are not even as good as livestock. Filfsky came to me and offered to provide us with shelter and food, but in fact he just wanted us to work for him. ”

Refugees, a word that is often heard.

War will cause a large number of people to leave their homes, and they will use various means, even smuggling, to leave their homes and go to peaceful countries, hoping to start a new life.

But when these refugees enter a peaceful country under the protection of the United Nations, they find that they have lost even their basic human rights.

Because their country has perished, their homeland has been destroyed, and they have to endure humiliation under the fence.

Everywhere they enter, police officers from the country of entry can be seen waving batons at refugees and insulting them in the most vicious language.

No personality, no dignity, just to live.

"I was an imam in the mosque before I came here, and when I got here, I took everyone to worship and pleaded with everyone Allah...... The more helpless people are, the more they will pin their hopes on faith. Filfsky persecuted me, cut off my legs, took my granddaughter, forced me to deceive believers against my will......"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhan already understood why Filfsky was like a god here.

He deified him through this old man, the imam that everyone believed in.

In the subtle transformation of all people to a place to live, to be fed, to be dignified, to become a believer, to become the only messenger of the true God to sit down.

When this identity transformation is completed, he can wantonly turn these people into extremists and terrorist forces.

Faith and religion are always good, but once faith and religion are used, countless fanatical believers will be created.

Filfsky is very powerful, and he can indeed be called a hero.

"Son, it is impossible for me to return to Allah after I die, because I have sinned so badly that I have mutilated all the believers outside." The old man continued to say to Xiao Zhan: "I am willing to accept all punishments, but the one I miss the most is Camilla. I'm just an ordinary old man, a refugee who can't resist, and I beg you to help me find Camilla, okay? ”

The old man's eyes were full of hope, he was dying, this was his only wish.

Xiao Zhan couldn't bear to look at the other party's eyes, he shook his head and said, "I really didn't expect this kind of thing to happen in this peaceful era......"

Refugees, too far away from him, for the vast majority of people, it's just a word.

All the refugees were killed in the sea smuggling, and the children of the refugees were lying quietly on the beach, but they didn't even know their names......

"Son, there is never a time for peace." The old man shook his head and said, "This is a time of war, and you should be glad that you live in a peaceful country. ”

Xiao Zhan nodded slowly: That's right, we don't live in a peaceful era at all, we just have the honor to live in a peaceful country!