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- "Detective Zhiqiu, I didn't ask you whether you believe in people's views on God. I just asked you whether you believe in God. These are two different things. What is recorded in the book is stories legends and history about people understanding themselves and searching for meaning. I'm not asking you to judge the literature, I'm asking you whether you believe in God. When you lie under the stars, do you feel the presence of God? Deep in your heart, do you feel that you are staring at God's masterpiece?"
Zhiqiu thought about it for a long time.
"I asked too many questions." Momo said apologetically.
"No, I just"
"Of course, you will definitely discuss faith issues with your friends."
"It's endless."
"Also, I think you are definitely the naysayer. You always add fuel to the debate."
Zhiqiu smiled slightly and said, "You must be the same."
"No, but I knew it from a teacher. My father can prove the two sides of the Mobius Belt."
Zhiqiu laughed, imagining the clever Mobius strip - a twisted ring, which theoretically has only one side. Zhiqiu first saw this single-sided graphic in an art work. "Can I ask you a question? Momo?"
"As the daughter of a scientist and a clergyman, how do you view religion?"
Momo hesitated, then she straightened her hair around her eyes and said, "Religion is like language or clothes. Which custom we grow up in, we tend to follow. But in the end we are all preaching the same thing." things. Life has meaning. We are grateful to the forces that created us."
Zhiqiu became interested. "So, you are saying that what religion you are a believer of only depends on where you were born?"
"Isn't this obvious? Just look at the spread of religions around the world."
"So beliefs are random?"
"Not at all. Belief is universal. The specific ways in which we understand it are arbitrary. Some of us pray. Some of us make pilgrimages to Mecca. Some of us study particles at the subatomic level. Ultimately we all It is a search for truth, and truth is greater than ourselves.¡±
Zhiqiu wishes his friends could express their views so clearly. God, he wished he could express himself so clearly. "What about God?" he asked. "Do you believe in God?"
Momo was silent for a long time. "Science tells me God must exist, my brain tells me I will never understand God, and my heart tells me no one intended me to."
How neat and clear, he thought. "So you believe that God does exist, but we can never understand him."
"It's 'she'," she said with a smile, "Some people are right."
Zhiqiu said softly: "Mother Earth."
"Goddess Gaia. This planet is an organism. All of us are molecules with different uses, and we are connected to each other. We serve each other and the whole."
Zhiqiu looked at her and felt his heart surge. He had not experienced this feeling for a long time. The intoxicating and mysterious clarity in her eyesthe purity in her voice. He was hooked.
"Detective Zhiqiu. Let me ask you a question."
"Call me Zhiqiu." He said. Detective Zhiqiu struck me as weird. Very strange!
"If you don't mind, Zhiqiu, can you tell me how you got involved in the cheating sect?"
Zhiqiu thought about it and said, "Actually, it's all the fault of money."
Momo seemed a little disappointed. "Money? Consulting fee. Is this what you are talking about?"
Zhiqiu laughed, realizing that his answer must have sounded wrong. "No, it's the U.S. dollar. When I first learned that the U.S. currency was marked with the symbol of the Scammer, I became very interested in this cult."
Momo squinted her eyes. Apparently he didn't know whether to take his words seriously.
Zhiqiu took out a banknote from his wallet and handed it to her. "Look behind you. Do you see the Great Seal on the left?"
Zhiqiu turned over the one-yuan note. "You're talking about this pyramid?"
"This is the pyramid. Do you know what the pyramid has to do with American history?"
Momo shrugged.
"To be precise," Zhiqiu said, "it has nothing to do with it."
Momo frowned. ¡°Then why is it an important image on the Great Seal of the United States?¡±
¡°There is a weird history here.¡± Zhiqiu said. "gold letterThe tower is a mysterious symbol. Represents upward cohesion, pointing directly to the ultimate source of light. Do you see what's above? "
Momo looked at this banknote carefully. "There's an eye in the triangle."
"This is called Trinacria. Have you seen the eye in the triangle anywhere else?"
Momo was silent for a while and said: "Actually, I have seen it, but I'm not sure"
¡°The cheating clubs all over the world have this mark.¡±
"Is this symbol known by a cheater?"
"Actually, no, it is learned by the cheaters. They call this symbol 'Light Delta', which represents the call for enlightenment and change. This eye symbolizes the all-pervasive and all-seeing ability of the cheaters. This flash The bright triangle represents enlightenment and is also the Greek letter delta, which mathematically represents"
"Change, transition."
Zhiqiu smiled. "I forgot I was talking to a scientist."
"So you are saying that the Great Seal of the United States is a call to enlightenment and insight into all changes?"
¡°Some people call this the ¡®new world order¡¯.¡±
Momo seemed to be shocked, she lowered her head and glanced at the banknote. "What is written under the pyramid is the newrank"
"The new secular order." Zhiqiu said.
"Is secularism not religious?"
"It is not a religion. This wording not only clearly shows the goal of the cheating faction, but also blatantly contradicts the words next to it, which are 'We believe in God.'"
Momo seemed a little uneasy. ¡°But how did this symbol end up on the world¡¯s most influential currency?¡±
"Many scholars believe that this has something to do with Vice President Henry Wallace. He is a high-level member of the Traitor Society and is certainly connected with the Traitor Faction. Is he a member of the Traitor Faction or is he just influenced by them? It is unknown, but it is He sold the design of the Great Seal to the President.¡±
"How to sell it? Why did the president agree"
¡°The president at the time was Franklin D. Roosevelt. All Wallace told him was that the New Secular Order meant New Policies.¡±
Momo seemed suspicious. "Then Roosevelt didn't let anyone else see the symbol before he had the Treasury Department print it?"
"No need. He and Wallace are like two brothers."
"brother?"
"Check your history book," Zhiqiu said with a smile, "Franklin D. Roosevelt is a famous member of the cheating society."
When the plane spins and lands at the airport. Zhiqiu held his breath. Momo sat opposite him, closing her eyes tightly, as if she was trying to control the situation with willpower. The plane touched the ground and headed towards a secluded hangar.
"I'm sorry, it's flying too slow," the pilot came out of the cockpit and apologized to them. "I have to make it fly as smoothly as possible. This is a residential area. Noise control regulations must be observed."
Zhiqiu looked at his watch. They spent two hours and thirty-six minutes in the air.
The pilot opened the outside door and asked, "Does anyone care to tell me what happened?"
Neither Momo nor Zhiqiu responded.
"Okay," he said, stretching out and lying down. "I just stayed in the cabin, turned on the air conditioner and listened to music."
Outside the chicken shed, the afternoon sun is still very hot. Zhiqiu put his tweed clothes on her shoulders, and Momo raised her face to the sky and took a deep breath, as if the sunshine had magically given her vitality again.
This area. Zhiqiu thought, he was already sweating.
"You seem to be no longer a child, right?" Momo asked without opening his eyes.
"What?"
"Your watch. I saw it on the plane."
Zhiqiu blushed a little. He had to defend his watch. He was used to this. The collector's edition Mickey watch was a gift from his parents when he was a child. Although the outstretched arms of Mickey Mouse that marked the time were twisted in a silly manner, this was the only watch Zhiqiu had ever worn. This watch is not only waterproof. It also lights up at night, so it¡¯s perfect to wear when swimming or walking at night.
"It's six o'clock," he said.
Momo nodded. Still idle eyes. "I guess the plane is here to pick us up."
Zhiqiu heard a roar in the distance. He raised his head and felt his heart sinking. Coming from the north was a helicopter, gliding low across the runway. After sitting on the plane all morning, Zhiqiu hoped that the Prophet's Land would send a car.
He was wrong.
The helicopter slowed down and hovered in the air for a while, then landed in front of them.??On the runway. The helicopter's fuselage is white and is also decorated with a coat of arms - two keys to heaven crossed on a shield and the papal crown. He knew the symbol well. This is the traditional Seal of the Land of the Prophets¡ªthe sacred symbol of the papal or governmental ¡°seat,¡± which literally refers to the ancient throne of St. Peter.
"Holy machine," Zhiqiu muttered as he watched the plane land. He had forgotten that there was such a thing in the Land of the Prophets, used to take the Pope to the airport, to meetings, or to his summer palace. It can be seen that Qiu undoubtedly hopes that what comes is a car.
The pilot jumped out of the cabin and strode towards them from across the asphalt road.
This time it was Momo¡¯s turn to feel uneasy. "Is this our pilot?"
Zhiqiu is also as worried as her. "To fly, or not to fly, that is the question."
The pilot looked garishly dressed up, as if he was about to star in a popular farce. His fat coat had bright alternating vertical stripes of blue and gold. He wore matching breeches and shoe covers, a pair of black flat shoes that looked like slippers, and a felt beret on top of his head.
"This is the traditional Garden Guard uniform."
Although this man was dressed in gaudy clothes, Zhiqiu could conclude that this pilot was quite professional. He came toward them with the straightness and dignity of a U.S. Navy man. Zhiqiu had read many times about the requirements for becoming an elite garden guard. The Garden Guards are selected from one of the four states of the Envelope God. Applicants must be men between nineteen and thirty years old, at least one meter sixty-eight meters tall, trained in the military, and unmarried. This majestic military is the most loyal and reliable security force in the world, making it the envy of governments around the world.
"Are you from the research institute?" the guard came to them and asked.
"Yes." Zhiqiu replied.
"You guys came just in time." He said. He glanced at Zhiqiu's plane in confusion. Then, he turned to Momo and said, "Madam, did you bring any other clothes?"
"What?"
He pointed at her legs. "No shorts allowed in the Prophet's Land."
Zhiqiu lowered his head and glanced at Momo's legs, frowning. He actually forgot that the part of the Prophet's Land that was still above the knees was exposed - this was true for both men and women. This provision is a way of paying respect to the sanctity of the Prophet's place.
¡°That¡¯s all I wore,¡± she said. "We were in a hurry when we came."
The guard nodded. It was clear he was unhappy. He asked Zhiqiu again: "Are you armed?"
Weapons? Zhiqiu thought. I didn't even bring a change of underwear! He shook his head.
The guard knelt down next to Zhiqiu and began to search his body, starting with his socks. Gullible guy, Zhiqiu thought. The guard's strong hands went up Zhiqiu's thighs and touched his vagina, which made him extremely uncomfortable. Finally, his hands touched Zhiqiu's chest and shoulders. Apparently, he was satisfied with Zhiqiu's innocence. Then he turned to Momo and looked at her thighs and upper body from bottom to top.
Momo glared angrily. "Don't even think about it."
The guard stared at her, his eyes clearly wanting her to surrender, but Momo was not afraid.
¡°What¡¯s that?¡± the guard asked, pointing to a bulging square bag in the front of her shorts.
Momo took out an ultra-thin mobile phone. The guard took the phone over and dialed. He waited for the dialing tone, then, apparently satisfied that the phone was indeed just an ordinary phone, handed it back to her. Momo stuffed it into his pocket.
"Please turn around," the guard said.
??Momo obey. She raised her hands and turned them 360 degrees.
The guards looked at her very carefully. Zhiqiu had long noticed that Momo was wearing well-fitting shorts and a short shirt, and apart from her exquisite curves, there was nothing undue abruptness. Apparently the guard came to the same conclusion.
"Thank you both. Please come this way."
When Zhiqiu and Momo walked towards the plane, the Garden Guard's helicopter stopped in neutral. The propeller kept spinning. Momo boarded the plane first, like a seasoned professional. He didn't even stop when he passed under the rapidly rotating rotor, but Zhiqiu hesitated for a while.
¡°Don¡¯t have a car?¡± he shouted, half-jokingly, to the garden guard, who was about to climb into the driver¡¯s seat.
He didn't answer.
Zhiqiu understands that, considering the crazy driver, flying may be safer. He took a deep breath and boarded. He ducked carefully as he passed under the rotating wings.
When the guard started the plane, Momo shouted: "You guys found thatWhere is the storage? "
The guard turned around and glanced, looking confused. "What is that?"
"That memory, didn't you call the research institute to tell us about the memory?"
The man shrugged. "I don't know what you are talking about. We are very busy today. The commander asked me to pick you up. That's all I know."
Momo glanced at Zhiqiu uneasily.
"Please fasten your seat belt," the pilot said, and the engine started turning.
Zhiqiu felt for the seat belt on the seat and fastened it on himself. The small body seems to have shrunk. The plane lifted off the ground, soared into the sky, made a sharp turn towards the north, and flew straight to the City of Ten Thousand Cities.
The city of ten thousand citiesthe capital of the world, the place where Caesar once ruled, the place where St. Peter was martyred. The cradle of modern civilization. But, in the heart of the city there is a ticking time bomb.
Seen from the air, the City of Ten Thousand Cities is a labyrinth¡ªan intricate labyrinth of winding ancient roads surrounding buildings, fountains, and ancient ruins.
The plane from Prophet's Land flew low and northwest through a layer of persistent smoke generated by the heavy traffic below. Zhiqiu stared below, where motorized bicycles, sightseeing buses and rows of Fiat cars were honking and crowding at various intersections of the roundabout.
Momo sat firmly next to him without saying a word.
The plane suddenly made a sharp turn.
Zhiqiu felt his heart sinking, and he set his sights further away. Suddenly, he saw the ruins of the ancient arena. Zhiqiu always thought that this arena was one of the most ironic things in history. Now a noble symbol of the birth of human culture and civilization, it was once the site of centuries of barbarism since its founding - hungry lions tore prisoners to pieces, legions of slaves fought to the death, and slaves from far away Women were snatched from foreign lands and raped en masse, and beheadings and castrations were carried out in public.
While the helicopter was flying north, Zhiqiu discovered the ruins of the ancient square, which was the center of the City of Ten Thousand Cities before the birth of God. The decaying colonnades resemble crumbling tombstones in a cemetery that somehow managed to escape the fate of being overrun by the surrounding big cities.
Looking to the west, the broad Tiber River meanders through the city, making several huge arcs. Even from the air, Zhiqiu could see that the river was very deep. The churning rapids were brown, filled with sand and foam after heavy rain.
"Look straight ahead." The pilot said as he let the plane climb upwards.
Zhiqiu and Momo looked outside and saw the famous building. Its huge dome stood in front of them through the clouds like a mountain pushing through the morning fog. That was St. Peter's Basilica.
"Well, that one," Zhiqiu said to Momo, "that one is a masterpiece."
Zhiqiu has never seen St. Peter's Basilica from the air before. At this time, the marble church facade shone in the evening sun, as if it were on fire. This majestic building contains one hundred and forty statues of saints, martyrs and angels. It is as wide as two football fields and even more astonishingly six football fields long. The grand and deep church can accommodate 60,000 worshipers - more than a hundred times the population of the smallest country in the world, the Land of the Prophet. ()
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