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- ¡°The organization claiming responsibility for this incident calls itself the Cheating Faction.¡±
Momo looked at Chen Luoyu and then at Zhiqiu, wondering if this was a malicious joke. "The cheating party?" she asked, "Is it the cheating party?"
Chen Luoyu showed a surprised expression. "So you've heard of it?"
Momo felt that tears of sadness were about to burst out of her eyes. "The New World Order. There is this game. Half of the technical people here love to play it online." Her voice was hoarse, "But I don't understand"
Chen Luoyu glanced at Zhiqiu in confusion.
Zhiqiu nodded. "A very popular game. It's about a cheat from ancient times who took over the world. It's a semi-historical game. I didn't expect it to be popular here."
Momo was confused. "What are you talking about? What kind of scammers are you talking about? It's just a computer game!"
"Momo," Chen Luoyu said, "The Cheating Faction is the organization that claims to be responsible for your father's death."
Momo tried her best to muster up courage and hold back her tears. She forced herself to hold on and analyze the current situation rationally. But the harder she tried to concentrate, the more confused she became. Her father was murdered, the safety of the institute was seriously threatened, and there was a time bomb counting down somewhere, and she herself was inseparable from it. But now, the director of the institute has brought in a detective to help them find a mythical evil gang.
Momo suddenly felt lonely and helpless. She turned around and was about to leave, but Chen Luoyu suddenly blocked her way. He fumbled in his pocket for a long time, and then, like a magic trick, he pulled out a crumpled fax paper and handed it to her.
Seeing that image, Momo staggered with fright.
¡°They branded him,¡± Chen Luoyu said. "They put a damn brand on his chest!"
Secretary Cao Limin was pacing back and forth in a panic outside the empty director's office. Where did he go? What should I do?
What a strange day! certainly. Any day working for Chen Luoyu has the potential to get weird, but Chen Luoyu's behavior today was particularly unusual.
"Find Yang Fuchuan for me!" This morning, Cao Limin heard him shouting non-stop as soon as she arrived at the office.
Cao Limin obeyed the instructions and dutifully paged, made phone calls and sent emails to Yang Fujian.
No reply.
Then, Chen Luoyu left angrily, apparently intending to find Yang Fuchuan himself. He came back a few hours later in a wheelchair and looking very badeven though he had never looked good. But today was particularly bad. He locked himself in the office. Then Cao Limin heard him surfing the Internet, making phone calls, sending faxes, and talking. Then, Chen Luoyu went out in a wheelchair. Haven't come back until now.
Originally. Cao Limin made up her mind to ignore these weird behaviors and regarded them as another farce staged by Chen Luoyu. But she soon became anxious when he didn't return on time for his daily injections. You must know that the director has been in poor health and needs regular treatment. And every time he tried to gamble, the results were the same - respiratory shock, coughing attacks, and medical staff rushing to save him. Sometimes, Cao Limin felt that Chen Luoyu might want to die.
Cao Limin really wanted to send a page to remind him. But she knew that Chen Luoyu had a strong self-esteem and hated the pity of others. I remember last week, a visiting scientist showed inappropriate sympathy to Chen Luoyu. As a result, Chen Luoyu became furious, stood up with difficulty, and slammed the folder on the man's head. Every time Emperor Chen Luoyu gets angry. The action is always surprisingly quick.
At this moment, Cao Limin had to put aside her worries about Chen Luoyu's health for the time being, because another much more urgent matter appeared, leaving her in a dilemma. Five minutes ago, a call came in from the institute's switchboard, and the operator yelled that there was an emergency number for the director.
"He's not here." Cao Limin said.
?Then the switchboard operator told her who the caller was.
Cao Limin almost laughed. "You're joking, right?" She listened to the phone with doubt on her face. "It has been confirmed that the identity of the caller is -" Cao Limin frowned. "I understand. Okay, can you ask what it is-" She sighed, "No, that's it. Please tell him not to hang up. I'll go find the director immediately. Yes, I understand. I'll do it as soon as possible."
But Cao Limin failed to find the director. She called his cell phone three times, but the reply was the same every time, "Hello, the user you dialed is not in the service area, please call again later."Not in the service area? How far can he go? Cao Limin had no choice but to hit Chen Luoyu's BP machine again. Called twice, no call came back. How abnormal! She had to send an email to his mobile computer. Still no movement. It was as if this person had completely disappeared from the face of the earth.
what do I do? she thought.
Apart from searching the entire institute personally, Cao Limin knew there was only one way to get in touch with the director. Although it would make him unhappy, the director was not the person on the other end of the phone that he could make him wait for. And it sounded like that person had absolutely no interest in hearing her talk about the director's absence.
Cao Limin finally made a decision, and even she was frightened by her boldness. She walked into Chen Luoyu's office and came to the metal box hanging on the wall behind the desk. She opened the lid of the box and stared at the controls inside, finding the corresponding button.
She took a deep breath and grabbed the microphone.
Momo couldn¡¯t remember how they entered the main elevator, but they were indeed there. The elevator is rising. Chen Luoyu stood behind her, breathing laboriously. Zhiqiu stared at her with concern, like a ghost, his eyes seemed to penetrate her body. He had taken the fax back from her and stuffed it into his coat pocket, not letting her see it again. However, the image was deeply embedded in her memory.
As the elevator rose, Momo's world fell into darkness. dad! She called to him deep in her soul. Soon, she met him in the harbor of memory. She was only nine years old, rolling in the mountains full of edelweiss, the sky spinning rapidly above her head.
dad! dad!
Yang Fuchuan was smiling beside her, radiant. "what happened, Babe?"
"Daddy!" She giggled and leaned closer to him. "Come and ask me what matter is!"
"Baby, you are very happy, why do you ask me to ask you what material is?"
"Just ask."
He shrugged and asked, "What is matter?"
She immediately laughed: "What is matter? Everything is matter! Stones! Trees! Atoms! Even ants! Everything is matter!"
He smiled and said, "Did you think of it yourself?"
"Smart enough, huh?"
"My little Albert."
She frowned and said, "His hair is silly. I've seen his portrait."
"But he has a clever mind. I told you what he discovered, right?"
Her eyes were full of fear, "Dad! No! You promised me!"
"E=MC2!" He teased her and tickled her. "E=MC2!"
"Don't talk about math! I told you! I don't like math!"
"You don't like math. I'm glad about that, because girls aren't even allowed to learn it."
Momo suddenly stopped and said, "Not allowed to learn?"
"Of course it's not allowed, everyone knows that. Girls play with dolls and boys learn math. Math is not for girls. I'm not even allowed to talk to little girls about math."
"What! This is unfair!"
"The rules are the rules. Little girls are absolutely not allowed to learn mathematics."
Momo seemed frightened. shouted: "But the doll is boring!"
"I'm so sorry," her father said, "I can teach you math, but if I get caught" He glanced nervously at the empty hills around him.
Momo followed his gaze and looked over. "Okay," she whispered, "just teach me quietly."
The moving elevator brought Momo back from her memories. When she opened her eyes, her father was no longer there.
She returned to reality, surrounded by coldness. She looked at Zhiqiu. The caring look in his eyes was as warm as a patron saint, especially when contrasted with Chen Luoyu's cold look.
At this moment, there was only one thought that violently hit the depths of Momo¡¯s heart:
Where is negative matter?
This shocking answer will be revealed in a few moments.
"Chen Luoyu, please call your office right away."
The elevator door opened. In front of it was the main hall, and the bright sunshine shone on Zhiqiu's eyes. The words from the walkie-talkie still echoed in the air. All the electronic devices on Chen Luoyu's wheelchair beeped. His pager, phone, and voicemail all rang. Zhiqiu lowered his head and glanced at the flashing display lights, obviously confused. The director has resurfaced and is now back in the signal area.
"Director Chen Luoyu, please call your office back."
He heard his assistant call himHe seemed very surprised by the name.
He looked up, as if irritated, but his anger turned to worry almost immediately. Zhiqiu and him looked at each other, and Momo. For a while, the three of them stared at each other motionless, as if all the tension was gone, replaced by a sense of inadvertent ominousness.
Chen Luoyu picked up the mobile phone on the armrest. He dialed the extension, trying to hold back another fit of coughing. Zhiqiu and Momo waited quietly.
"I'mDirector Chen Luoyu," he said while gasping, "What? I was underground just now and there was no signal." He listened to the call with gray eyes. "Who is it? Okay, take it." He paused for a moment. "Hello? I am Chen Luoyu, director of the institute. Who are you?"
Zhiqiu and Momo quietly watched Director Chen Luoyu listen to the phone, and no one spoke.
"It's too rash to talk about this on the phone." Chen Luoyu finally said. "I'll be right back." He coughed again. "Meet me at the airport I'll be there in forty minutes." He could barely breathe now. A sudden fit of coughing left him almost speechless. "Find the storage device immediatelyI'll be here right away." After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Momo ran to Chen Luoyu, but he could no longer speak. Momo took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the research institute hospital, while Zhiqiu watched from the side. He felt like a lone boat struck by a storm tossed about, but alone.
Meet me at the airport. Chen Luoyu's words echoed.
Those vague memories that had made Zhiqiu dizzy all morning immediately turned into a vivid picture. As he stood there, surrounded by chaos, he suddenly felt a door opening deep within him as if he had just crossed some mysterious threshold. Symmetrical word, murdered clergy scientist. Negative matter. Nowthe goal. Airports can only mean one thing. For a moment, Zhiqiu suddenly realized that he had just changed his stance. Became a believer.
Five thousand tons equivalent. There must be light.
Two doctors in white coats ran over from across the hall. They knelt beside Chen Luoyu and put an oxygen mask on his face. The scientists in the hall stopped and stood behind.
Chen Luoyu tugged hard twice, pulled the mask aside, gasping for air, he looked at Momo and Zhiqiu and said, "The place of the prophet."
"The land of the prophet?" Momo asked, "Negative matter is in the land of the prophet? Who made the call?"
The muscles on Chen Luoyu¡¯s face were tangled, and his gray eyes were moist. "Garden" He was speechless. The doctor put the mask on him again. When they were about to carry Chen Luoyu away, he reached out and grabbed Zhiqiu's arm.
"Go" Chen Luoyu said breathlessly while wearing a mask, "Gocall me" As he said this. The doctor put him in the car and sent him away.
Momo stood there motionless. Watch him leave intently. After a while, she turned around and asked Zhiqiu: "Place of the Prophet? But what does this have to do with the garden?"
Zhiqiu put a hand on her shoulder, almost biting his ears and spitting out these words. "It's the Garden Guards," he said. "The guardsmen who defend the Prophet's Land to the death."
The space shuttle roared into the blue sky and flew southward in a curved arc toward the Land of the Prophet. In the cabin. Zhiqiu sat quietly, saying nothing. He couldn't remember everything that happened in the past fifteen minutes. He had already given Momo a brief introduction to the Cheating Faction and its anti-religious covenant, and his understanding of the current situation began to deepen.
What on earth am I doing? Zhiqiu thought. You should have taken the opportunity and run away just now! But now he knew very well that this opportunity would never happen again.
Zhiqiu realized this situation more clearly, which made him more eager to go back. However, the uproar this incident might cause caused him to inexplicably throw aside his caution. Everything he had believed about the demise of the Traitors suddenly seemed like a blatant lie. On the one hand, he has to work hard to find evidence to confirm this. Undoubtedly, there is also a moral issue here. Thinking of Chen Luoyu being tortured by illness and Momo fighting alone, Zhiqiu felt that his knowledge about the cheating sect could be of use. It was his duty to stay here.
But it doesn¡¯t stop there. Although Zhiqiu was ashamed to admit this, when he heard about the location of Negative Matter, the first thing that shocked him was not only the danger faced by people in the city of Prophet's Land, but also something else.
Artwork.
The world¡¯s largest art treasure trove is now a ticking time bomb. The Land of the Prophets Museum houses more than 60,000 priceless objects in its 1,407 exhibition rooms - many of which are treasures. Zhiqiu wondered in his mind whether to remove all the artworks if necessary. He knew it was impossible??. Many of the artworks are sculptures weighing several tons. Needless to say, the greatest treasures are architectural - priceless treasures that testify to the inventiveness of human genius. Zhiqiu wants to know how long the storage can last.
"Thank you for coming." Momo said. The tone was calm.
Zhiqiu returned to reality from his reverie, looked up and saw Momo sitting across the aisle. Even under the dull fluorescent lighting of the cabin, she looked calm and composed¡ªand had an aura of glamor about her. Her breathing seemed deeper at this time, as if an instinct of self-defense had excited her The love of a daughter drove her to seek justice and punish criminals.
Momo didn¡¯t have time to change out of her shorts and sleeveless top, and goosebumps appeared on her brown legs in the air-conditioning in the plane. Zhiqiu naturally took off his coat and handed it to her.
"Detective-style hospitality?" She took the clothes, her eyes showing her gratitude to him.
The plane passed through the airflow, and Zhiqiu felt a sense of danger. The windowless cabin seemed even more cramped. He tried to imagine that he was in an open field, but he realized that this idea was ironic. Extreme darkness. He no longer thought about the incident in his memory. That's a thing of the past.
Momo looked at Zhiqiu and said, "Detective Zhiqiu, do you believe in God?"
This question startled him. The sincerity in Momo's voice made people more relaxed than her question. Do I believe in God? He had been hoping to find a lighter topic to pass the time during the trip.
"It's puzzling," Zhiqiu thought, "that's what my friends call me." Although Zhiqiu has known about religion for many years, he is not yet a believer. He respects the power of faith, the charity of religion, and the power that religion gives to everyone However, for him, if a person really intends to "believe" in something, he must eliminate rational skepticism, but this has no impact on his determination. It's too difficult for the reasoning mind. "I want to write," he heard himself say.
Momo didn¡¯t judge or question him, she replied: ¡°Then, why don¡¯t you believe it?¡±
He chuckled softly. "Oh, it's not that simple. To have faith, you have to have a sudden change of faith, to accept the miracle from the heart - to believe in the doctrine of immaculate conception and divine intervention. And then there is the code of conduct These all contain similar requirements and similar punishments. These scriptures all assert that if I don't follow specific rules I will go to hell. I can't imagine a god ruling the world in such a way."
"I hope you won't let your friends avoid the question so shamelessly."
This comment dispelled his wariness. "What?"()
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