Chapter 27 Swiss Army Knife

A classic red Swiss Army Knife. Fu Qinghai was very sure that he had not made a mistake. There was also the Victorinox cross logo on it.

Fu Qinghai had a complicated expression on his face as he gently took out the Swiss Army knife from the drawer. The small folding utility knife was like a toothpick in his palm.

"Damn it, I almost got fooled by you..." Fu Qinghai muttered to himself while playing with the Swiss Army knife in his hand.

The appearance of the indigenous people on the planet Moradigan is somewhat similar to that of the Middle Eastern people on Earth in the previous life, such as Arabs, Kurds, Iranians, etc., and the "princess" who was just captured looks the same. At most, she is a relatively beautiful Middle Eastern beauty, so Fu Qinghai didn't think much about it.

Now it seems like a bullshit "princess".

She is clearly a Reincarnator!

Women are born actors. Fu Qinghai felt a little sympathetic towards her after hearing her angry speech. Now it seems that she is not seeking revenge, but is clearly trying to kill an Astartes to earn assimilation points!

Fu Qinghai clicked his tongue twice and thought: I have been in the Warhammer 40K universe for so long, and finally met my first Reincarnator. I almost forgot that I am also a Reincarnator.

If you want to blame someone, just blame the fact that the world background of Warhammer 40K is too grand. Even if you throw thousands or tens of thousands of reincarnations into it, it probably won't make any difference.

Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai frowned.

That woman wanted to kill Talal, so she most likely chose a Reincarnator from the enemy camp. Reincarnators can bring things from other worlds into the camp through assimilation points, and their methods are treacherous and changeable. God knows what other tricks she has up her sleeve. What if she really hurts her comrades...

Fu Qinghai hurried to the main hall of the palace.

…

As soon as they entered the main hall, they saw a woman, an old man and several people who looked like officials being guarded by armed Astartes, while Talar was explaining to the soldiers around him about contacting the frigate in orbit.

Fu Qinghai looked at the woman deeply, then walked to Talar's side.

When Talal saw Fu Qinghai coming, he casually ordered: "In 20 minutes, the mortal auxiliary forces will land in the square. You go and help them open the supply warehouse for the expedition fleet. The local natives will also come to help with transportation. Get it done as soon as possible and don't waste too much time on this planet."

After that, he walked up to the woman and the old man and said, "Look, as long as you are willing to cooperate, we will not kill indiscriminately."

The woman did not notice Fu Qinghai's gaze hidden behind the helmet, and was still immersed in her acting. She looked up at Talar with a look of weakness, strength and unwillingness.

Everything has been settled, but you are still acting here, you are too immersed in the role... Fu Qinghai was speechless. Seeing that this reincarnationist didn't seem to have any cards to play, Fu Qinghai just took the order and left.

After controlling the key points in the city, more landing craft landed on the land of Moradigan. The servitors and auxiliary troops carried supplies back and forth between the frigates and the planet.

That's the trouble with not having a spaceport.

After dealing with the materials in the warehouse he was responsible for, Fu Qinghai returned to the palace and found Talal on the top floor of the palace. Fu Qinghai leaned over and whispered:

"Talal, there's something wrong with that woman. I want to interrogate her."

Talal looked at Fu Qinghai strangely and said, "She is just a native, Qingshan. It is not surprising that ignorant natives do anything to Astarte. I was once worshipped as a god."

Talar was quite magnanimous and didn't care about the woman's shot, but he also misunderstood Fu Qinghai's intention, thinking that Fu Qinghai wanted to deal with the man who dared to assassinate the imperial army.

"No, that's not the reason. I found something else. I promise you that I will not hurt her or affect the progress on Moradigan." Fu Qinghai explained.

Talal nodded and said, "Whatever you want."

Fu Qinghai led the woman who had been guarded by the Astartes to an empty reception room.

Fu Qinghai pointed to the sofa and said, "Please sit down."

The woman sat down with some confusion.

Fu Qinghai also sat opposite and took off his helmet and put it aside.

The woman was a little surprised by Fu Qinghai's young and handsome face, and this expression was captured by Fu Qinghai.

The physical functions of a Space Marine do not age, but their faces do. Due to hundreds of years of service and the body's secretion of various endocrines that exceed that of ordinary people, most Space Marine veterans are middle-aged men with resolute faces and broad chins. It is rare to see a face as young as Fu Qinghai's.

In addition to Talar, she might have seen other Space Marines, most likely from the Night Lords. It is also possible that she knew about Warhammer 40K before entering the reincarnation world, but the probability is not high... Fu Qinghai made a secret judgment.

"Ahem..." Fu Qinghai coughed twice and asked, "What's your name?"

"Afaf, Afaf Feoris," the woman replied calmly.

Then Fu Qinghai's next question made her completely confused.

"How long have you been in the Warhammer 40K universe?"

When asking this question softly, Fu Qinghai kept staring into Afafu's eyes, and then he saw what he wanted to see.

Not confusion, but shock and panic.

She is indeed a reincarnation.

"No…I, I don't understand what you mean…" the woman stammered in response.

"Okay, it's not a big deal. If you're recognized, then you're recognized. Just answer a few questions and I'll keep you alive." Fu Qinghai said.

The woman swallowed and said calmly, "What if I refuse?"

Fu Qinghai pulled out the power dagger stuck in his calf, activated the disintegration force field, and placed it on the coffee table in front of him with a "pop".

"I know you probably have more than one life left, but trust me, this hurts."

Afafu looked at the short knife on the coffee table that was humming softly and emitting a blue glow and tiny arcs of electricity, and said stubbornly:

"Don't dare to touch me. You still need us to cooperate with you in transporting supplies. If I die..."

"The material transfer is almost completed." Before Afafu could finish her words, Fu Qinghai interrupted her ruthlessly.

Fu Qinghai looked at Afafu calmly.

At this time, Afaf was wrapped in a layered linen robe. This local style of robe was a bit thin and transparent, causing Fu Qinghai's attention to be attracted by the two light brown long legs that were faintly visible under Afaf's robe, and he could not concentrate on the interrogation.

"You...how do you know I'm a reincarnation?" The panicked Afafu couldn't hold it in any longer and finally admitted it in disguise.

"Don't worry about that. I ask, you answer, if you answer slowly, I'll cut your face. If I think you're lying, I'll cut your face, okay?"

The woman gritted her teeth, looked at Fu Qinghai hatefully, and nodded.

"When did you enter this world?"

"Two years ago."

Fu Qinghai made a rough estimate and found that, without considering the accuracy of the local calendar, it was about the same time as when he entered.

"Just stay on this planet forever?"

"Yes."

Fu Qinghai didn't study criminal investigation, so he didn't know any interrogation techniques. He just asked whatever he thought of.

"When you first entered the reincarnation world, you were given the identity of a princess?"

"No, I'm not a princess, I'm just an ordinary girl from the slums."

"Oh?" Fu Qinghai became interested.

Afaf narrated calmly: "Faratan, the Prime Minister, is the only remaining bloodline of the Fioris royal family. When I came here, the empire had ruled this planet for quite some time. The imperial officials had dealt a strong blow to the restoration forces of the previous dynasty. Only Faratan was left in the Fioris royal family, but he was too old. Such an old man could not give people hope, so he chose me in the slums. He thought I looked a lot like the deceased princess, and I also thought this was an opportunity..."

"So they let me play the role of the princess, and he, who is of true royal blood, became the prime minister."

After that, she laughed at herself and said, "I don't have a choice, do I?"

Hearing this, Fu Qinghai was about to continue asking, but Afafu seemed to have opened up and took the initiative to speak:

"I know what you want to ask, and I know you want to get more information and intelligence from me, but you may be disappointed."

Facing Fu Qinghai's slightly puzzled look, Afafu explained:

"I was just an ordinary person before entering here. I am not a senior movie lover or ACG fan. If the reincarnation world hadn't told me, I wouldn't even know that the world I live in is called Warhammer 40K. You are stronger than many reincarnations I have seen, and I am just an ordinary person so far... So, the information I know may not be meaningful to you."

At this point, Afafu looked bitter.

"But..." Fu Qinghai spread out his palm, tossed the Swiss Army knife in his hand, and said, "You have experienced at least two reincarnation worlds, right?"

When Afafu saw the Swiss Army knife in Fu Qinghai's hand, she suddenly realized how she was exposed.

Fu Qinghai asked: "What was your last reincarnation world?"

"Zombieland, the first one," Afaf answered honestly.

Fu Qinghai thought about it carefully and asked, "The zombie movie starring Woody Harrison? The one with four main characters?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"That's right, but I was always on the run in Missouri, USA, and didn't meet the four main characters."

"Then?"

"I killed a few zombies and earned some assimilation points, but I was eventually infected. When I was still conscious and hadn't completely turned into a zombie, I heard a prompt from the reincarnation world asking me to choose items or abilities to assimilate. However, the assimilation points I earned were very few, not enough to assimilate an automatic rifle or pistol... In the end, I picked up a Swiss Army knife from a convenience store." Afaf said with his head down.

When the assimilation points are limited, a multifunctional military knife can indeed increase the chance of survival, especially in some movies such as wilderness survival and island survival.

Fu Qinghai nodded, approving of Afafu's choice.

"Zombieland" is a low-budget zombie comedy. It may have performed well at the box office, so several sequels were filmed. However, this movie does not have a grand worldview or setting structure. The leading actor Woody Harrelson is a relatively recognizable and distinctive actor, and he is also an actor that Fu Qinghai likes very much, so Fu Qinghai has some impression of him. The other leading actor also played Luthor in Guy Ritchie's "The Social Network" and the DC movie universe, but he can't remember the actor's name.

"Let's talk about the world of reincarnation. What are the other reincarnations you have come into contact with like?"

"All kinds of people, timid, cowardly, ignorant, fearless, hysterical, they intrigue against each other, betray each other, what else can it be..." Afafu pulled up the corner of his mouth in a disdainful smile.

Isn't this the rhythm of all zombie movies... Fu Qinghai thought to himself, but he was obviously not concerned about this. He asked:

"Did they come to the Zombieland world the same way as you did?"

Afafu understood what Fu Qinghai wanted to ask. She sat up straight and said seriously,

"No, it's not the same. As far as I know, only those who died in the previous reincarnation world will be assigned a new identity in the next reincarnation world. Those who survived the previous reincarnation world will directly descend into the next reincarnation world with the identity and race of the previous reincarnation world."

Coming... Fu Qinghai savored the word used by Afafu.

"Then what are the conditions for passing the level?" Fu Qinghai asked immediately.

"I have never passed the level alive, but other reincarnations told me that staying alive is the only condition for passing the level."

"Just staying alive is enough? So simple?" Fu Qinghai asked in surprise.

"Yes. Even if you fail the mission given to you by the reincarnation world, that is, the faction you chose fails, as long as you are still alive, you can still survive normally in the reincarnation world. However, failure will deduct a large number of assimilation points, and when the plot line of this world ends, the reincarnation world will immediately let you enter the next world. You don't know what you will face in the next world. It may be a zombie craze or a natural disaster. If you don't get enough assimilation points in the previous world, it will become increasingly difficult to just stay alive."

Fu Qinghai understood. This was a vicious cycle. The plot line of the previous reincarnation world ended, the camp you belonged to failed, and there were no assimilation points. You had to enter the next world and start from scratch. However, other reincarnations in your opposing plot line brought various weapons or abilities from the previous world... The result could only be that things would become more and more difficult.

After understanding the general rules of the reincarnation world, Fu Qinghai asked:

"By the way, do the reincarnationists have any jargon or jargons, or any secret codes or ways of communicating their identities?"

The purpose of Fu Qinghai asking this question is that he found that compared to the characters in the plot who are dead when they die, the reincarnations who have at least three lives often do not need to fight to the death. Everyone can just recognize each other's identities, exchange secret codes or something, and sit down and slowly talk about the distribution of benefits.

"Hmm..." Afafu thought about it carefully and said, "I heard that many reincarnations call themselves players."

"Players? Do they think the essence of the reincarnation world is a game?"

"No, I feel like this name carries some self-deprecating meaning. It's not the player who plays the game, but the guy who is played by the game."

"Okay, anything else?"

"I've also heard it called Lord God from the Chinese reincarnationists."

"Lord God?" Fu Qinghai smacked the words that sounded half Chinese and half Western.

"Yes, do you remember the voice in your head when you first entered the world of reincarnation?"

"Remember."

"Chinese players call that voice the Lord God."

It's a very infinite flow style name... Fu Qinghai nodded to show that he understood.

I don't know if it was because it was a rare occasion that she met a fellow countryman from Earth in a strange world, which opened up her desire to talk. Afafu didn't need Fu Qinghai to interrogate her, she just poured out everything she knew.

After Fu Qinghai felt that he could not get any more information from Afaf, he inserted the power dagger on the table back into his leg armor.

Then he pulled out the grenade launcher from his waist, checked the bullets leisurely, pulled the bolt, loaded the gun, and said to Afafu:

"Okay, that's enough questioning. It's almost time to send you on your way."

Afafu widened her beautiful gray-blue eyes, stepped back on the sofa, and said in fear: "Didn't you agree to let me live?"

"But I didn't say I would keep my promise." Fu Qinghai replied indifferently.

Afafu was shocked by Fu Qinghai's shamelessness and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Actually, there is one last question. I didn't ask it, and you didn't bring it up either." Fu Qinghai stared at Afafu's eyes and asked,

"If the Reincarnationists from the opposing camps kill each other, will there be an assimilation point reward, right?"

Under the gaze of Fu Qinghai, and under the pressure of the power armor and the thick muzzle of the bolter, although Afaf wanted to shake her head and say "no", she finally swallowed her saliva, with tears in her eyes, and nodded gently.

"That's it. You chose to attack the Astartes, and I am an Astartes. We are in opposing camps. In my eyes, you are just a bunch of walking assimilation points. Why shouldn't I kill you?"

"No, I, we... Actually, we are probably in the same camp. I don't know what Astartes is. I only know that when I came in, I chose a camp called 'Emperor'. I thought that all those wearing that kind of armor were enemies. I received assimilation points when I killed those executioners. You said that you are not in the same group with them. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Then we are actually in the same camp, right? And, and... Just like killing a reincarnation from the enemy camp will gain reincarnation points, killing teammates from the same camp will also deduct points!"

In a state of desperation, Afaf thought quickly and analyzed the situation rapidly, and managed to sort out the current situation without even looking at the Warhammer 40K series IP.

It turns out that Afaf has already killed people from the Midnight Lords Legion, and most likely used the same assassination method as used against Talar. It is not known whether the dead were mortal auxiliaries or Space Marines. This is probably the real reason why the bats are killing people in the city.

"Hmm... it makes sense and is very logical." Fu Qinghai nodded, but did not comment. The next second, he pointed the muzzle of the bolt gun that he had checked and loaded at Afafu's head and said, "But there is no evidence! And I only need to gently pull the trigger, and the answer will come out, isn't it?"

"But...but..." Afafu looked at the black muzzle of the gun in front of her and choked up, "But I don't want to die..."

Looking at the woman in front of me with her tear-stained face, black eyeliner powder flowed down the tear marks at the corners of her eyes and the wings of her nose, her long eyelashes were wet and stuck together, and her eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

Fu Qinghai smiled, put the grenade launcher back into his waist, patted Afafu on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, let's do this."

He picked up the helmet, put it on, then turned and left.

Like this...what is this like?

Afafu was stunned. She was still immersed in the confusion of surviving the disaster and her mind was a little confused.

If he wanted to complete the act, Fu Qinghai should have thrown down a thread-bound simplified Chinese version of "An Actor's Self-cultivation" and then left, but he didn't have such props at hand.

Afafu stared blankly at the tall figure of the Space Marine as he walked away, and the words he had just spoken echoed in her ears:

"Continue to be your princess on this planet and try your best to survive."

(End of this chapter)