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- "God knows! This place is so weird, and the people here behave-"
"If we don't call," Momo said, "we will have to stay in the Prophet's City Prison for the next five hours and forty-eight minutes. No matter what, we will bear the brunt when the negative matter explodes."
Zhiqiu¡¯s face turned pale. "But as soon as you pick up the phone, the guard will call Paul. Besides, there are twenty buttons on it, and you don't know which one goes to where. Do you want to try your luck and try them one by one?"
"No," she said, walking towards the phone, "I only press one." Momo grabbed the receiver and pressed the top button. "The first one. I bet you have a one-dollar bill with a scumbag symbol in your pocket. This must be the Pope's office. For a commander of the Garden Guards, what could be more important than this?"
Zhiqiu didn¡¯t have time to answer. The guard outside banged the glass door with the butt of his gun, gesturing to her to put down the phone.
Momo winked at him, and the guard seemed angry with embarrassment.
Zhiqiu walked over from the door, turned around and said to her: "You'd better not guess wrong, this guy doesn't look like he's joking!"
"Hell!" she said, listening to the receiver, "it's actually a recording."
"Recording?" Zhiqiu asked, "Does the Pope still have a recording phone?"
¡°This is not the Pope¡¯s office,¡± Momo said and hung up the phone, ¡°This is the weekly menu of the Holy See restaurant, damn it!¡±
Zhiqiu smiled weakly at the guard outside the door. The guard used the intercom to call Paul while glaring at them fiercely from outside the glass door.
The telephone exchange in Prophet's Land is located in the Ministry of Communications, behind the Post Office in Prophet's Land. This is a relatively small room with an eight-wire Coroco 141 telephone exchange. The exchange handles more than two thousand calls a day, most of which are handled by recorded messaging systems.
tonight. There was only one operator on duty in town, and he was sipping a caffeinated tea. Sit there peacefully. He was one of the few people still in the City of the Prophet tonight, and he was very proud of it. However, it was obvious that the garden guards patrolling outside his door discounted his honor. Being guarded in the bathroom too, the operator thought, huh, this is an offense we have to endure in the name of the Congregation.
Fortunately, there weren¡¯t many calls tonight. But this may not be a good thing. In recent years, the world has seemed less and less interested in what goes on inside the Land of the Prophets. There are fewer calls from the press, and even the calls from political geeks aren't as frequent as they used to be. The Information Department hopes that tonight's event will be as lively as a holiday. But it's frustrating. Although the square was filled with media interview vans, most of them were ordinary Italian and European media, with only a few radio stations with global coverage But there was no doubt that they only sent second-rate reporters.
The operator held the cup and wanted to know how long the secret meeting would last tonight. Maybe not until midnight, he thought. These days, most insiders know who will become pope long before the meeting is called, so the meeting is more of a three- or four-hour ceremony than an actual election. Of course, last-minute jockeying for position will extend the ceremony until dawnand maybe a little later. The conclave of 1831 lasted fifty-four days. Not tonight, he told himself; rumor had it that this meeting would only last for a cigarette.
At this time, an internal phone on the exchange suddenly rang, interrupting the operator's thoughts. He looked at the flashing red lights. He scratched his head. This is weird, he thought, Line Zero. Who else in town might be calling tonight? Who is actually still in the city?
"Place of the Prophet, please tell me?" He picked up the receiver and said.
The person on the other end of the phone spoke Italian and spoke very fast. The operator vaguely recognized that this was the accent the garden guards often spoke with - fluent Italian mixed with a French accent. However, the caller was definitely not a garden guard.
Hear this woman¡¯s voice. The operator suddenly stood up and almost knocked over the tea in his hand. He took another quick look at the phone and saw that he was indeed right. It was indeed an internal extension. The call was from within the country. Something must have gone wrong! He was thinking, is there a woman in the city of the Prophet's Land? tonight?
The woman spoke urgently and quickly. The operator's years of experience allowed him to tell that what he was dealing with was not a lunatic. The woman didn't sound like she was crazy. She was impatient but very sensible, calm and sincere in her words. He was confused as he listened to her request.
"Pope's Chamberlain?" the operator said, wondering where the damn call was coming from.?, "It is unlikely to be connected now Oh, I know he is in the Pope's office now, but ask again, who are you? You want to remind him" He listened to the phone, getting more and more terribly upset. Is everyone in danger? how come? Where did you make the call? "Maybe I should talk to Hua Yuan" The operator suddenly stopped, "Where did you say you were? Where?"
He listened to the call dumbfounded and then made a decision. "Please wait a moment, don't hang up." He said, leaving the woman aside without waiting for her to answer, and then immediately dialed Commander Paul's direct line. That woman can't really be¡ª
The call was immediately connected.
"God, please!" a familiar woman's voice shouted to him, "put down that damn phone!"
The door to the Garden Guard Security Center hissed open. Commander Paul burst into the room like a rocket and the guards dispersed. Paul turned the corner to his office and immediately confirmed what his guard had reported to him over the intercom; Momo was standing by his desk talking on the Commander's personal phone.
Damn it! He cursed in his mind.
With a pale face, he walked to the door in one step, thrust the key into the keyhole, opened the door and shouted in a stern tone: "What are you doing!"
Momo ignored him at all. "Yes," she said into the phone, "and I have to remind¡ª"
Paul grabbed the receiver from Momo¡¯s hand and held it to his ear. "Who are you!"
However, in the blink of an eye he was stunned. "Yes, the Pope's chamberlain" he said, "Yes, sir but for security reasons of course not she is with me now of course. But" He listened to the phone. "Yes, chamberlain," he said at last, "I will bring them to you right away."
The Papal Palace is a building complex located in the northeast corner of the Prophet's Landing near the Sistine Chapel. It consists of the Pope's official residence and the Pope's office, overlooking the entire St. Peter's Square.
Momo and Zhiqiu followed Commander Paul quietly. He led them through a long rococo corridor. The muscles in his neck were beating with anger. They climbed three stairs. We came to a spacious and dimly lit aisle.
Zhiqiu looked at the artwork on the wall. I couldn't believe my eyes - the flawless busts, tapestries, friezes - they were all priceless. Two-thirds of the way down the aisle. They passed an alabaster fountain. Paul turned left into an alcove and strode towards one of the largest doors. Zhiqiu had never seen such a wide door.
"This is the Pope's office." The commander announced, giving Momo a mean look. Momo didn't flinch at all. She walked past Paul and knocked hard on the door.
The Office of the Pope. Zhiqiu murmured in his heart, he could hardly believe that he was standing outside the most sacred room in the entire religious world at this moment.
"Please come in." Someone shouted from inside.
The door opened, and Zhiqiu had to block his eyes. The eyes were too dazzling. After a while, the scene in front of him slowly became clear.
The Pope¡¯s office doesn¡¯t look like an office, but more like a ballroom. The floor is paved with red marble, the four walls are decorated with lifelike murals, a huge chandelier hangs overhead, and next to it is a row of curved windows. Through the windows, you can have a panoramic view of the square illuminated by sunlight.
My God, Zhiqiu thought, this is really a house with a wide view.
At the other end of the hall far away, a man was sitting at a carved table and writing something quickly. "Come in," he called again, putting down his pen and beckoning them over.
Paul walked ahead with military steps. "Servant." He said guiltily, "I'm sorry¡ª¡ª"
The man interrupted him. He stood up and looked at his two guests.
This papal chamberlain was nothing like the kind and kind old man Zhiqiu had imagined walking around in the streets of the Prophet's Land. He wore neither rosary beads nor other pendants, and he wore no thick and heavy robes. He only wore a simple black robe, which seemed to make him look even bigger. He looked to be in his thirties but not forty years old. According to the standards of the Prophet's Land, he was still a child. He has a very handsome face, thick brown hair, and a pair of sparkling blue eyes, as if he is full of infinite curiosity about the mysteries of the universe. However, when he got closer, Zhiqiu saw the tired look in his eyes - like a man who had just survived the most difficult fifteen days of his life.
¡°My name is Carter,¡± he said, and his English was excellent. "He was the chamberlain of the former Pope." His voice was humble and kind, with just a hint of Italian accent.
"I'm Momo," she said, stepping forward and extending her hand, "Thank you for meeting us."
When the papal chamberlain shook hands with Momo, Paul was shaking with anger.
"This is Zhiqiu," Momo introduced, "Detective."
¡°Father,¡± Zhiqiu said in his perfect Italian accent. He stretched out his hand and bowed.
"No, it's not necessary," the Pope's chamberlain insisted, helping Zhiqiu up. "The office of the Holy See does not make me holy. I am just a priest - a chamberlain who helps when necessary."
Zhiqiu stood up straight.
"Please sit down," said the Pope's chamberlain, "sit down." He took some chairs and put them at his table. Zhiqiu and Momo sat down. Apparently, Paul preferred to stand.
The papal chamberlain sat at the table, clasping his hands with his fingers crossed, sighing, and looking at his guest.
"Servant," said Paul, "it was an omission of duty on my part to bring this woman here dressed as she is. I¡ª"
"It's not her appearance that worries me," replied the papal chamberlain, who seemed exhausted and could no longer stand the distractions. "Half an hour before the conclave, the operator at the telephone exchange in the Land of the Prophets called me and told me To say that a woman was calling from your private office to alert me that we were facing a major security crisis, which I had no idea about, was what worried me."
Paul stood there not daring to move. He bent his back like a soldier undergoing strict inspection.
Looking at the Pope¡¯s chamberlain in front of him, Zhiqiu felt as if he was in a dream. Although the Pope's chamberlain is young and so sleepy and tired. But there was something legendary and heroic about him¡ªa charming charisma and authoritative air.
"Butler," Paul said, his tone apologetic but still forceful, "you shouldn't worry about safety. You have other responsibilities."
"I'm very aware of my other responsibilities, but I also know that as a transitional leader, I have a responsibility to ensure the safety of everyone in this secret meeting. How is it going now?"
"I have the situation under control."
"Obviously not."
"Father," Zhiqiu interrupted. He took out the crumpled fax and handed it to the Pope's chamberlain. "Please take a look at this."
Paul stepped forward and wanted to stop it. "Father, please don't let these things bother you¡ª"
The Pope¡¯s chamberlain took the fax and ignored Paul for a while. He looked at the image of the killed Yang Fuchuan and gasped in surprise. "What's this?"
"This is my father." Momo said with a trembling voice. "He was a priest and a scientist. He was killed last night."
The Pope's chamberlain's expression immediately softened, and he raised his head to look at her. "My poor child, I'm sorry to hear this news." He crossed himself on his chest and looked at the fax again, his eyes seemed to be full of hatred. "Who wouldand this is still branded on him" He stopped and squinted his eyes to look at the picture closer.
"It says "Cheating Party" above," Zhiqiu said. "There is no doubt that you are familiar with this name."
There was a strange look on the face of the Pope's chamberlain. "I've heard the name, yes, but"
"The cheaters killed Yang Fujian so they could steal one of his new technological achievements¡ª¡ª"
"Waiter," Paul suddenly interrupted, "this is ridiculous. Cheating party? It's obvious that this is a carefully planned prank."
The Pope¡¯s chamberlain seemed to be thinking carefully about Paul¡¯s words, and then he turned around and stared at Zhiqiu with all his concentration, making Zhiqiu feel like he couldn¡¯t breathe. "Detective Zhiqiu, I grew up in the church, and I am very familiar with the legends about the Traitors and their printings. But I must remind you that I live in modern times, even without those resurrected ghosts. , there are already enough enemies of religion.¡±
"This symbol is real." Zhiqiu said, feeling a little on the defensive. He took the fax and handed it upside down to the papal chamberlain.
The Pope¡¯s chamberlain fell silent after seeing this symmetrical figure.
¡°Even modern computers,¡± Zhiqiu interjected, ¡°can¡¯t create such symmetrical characters.¡±
The Pope¡¯s chamberlain folded his hands and said nothing for a while. "The cheating sect has perished." He finally said. "It ceased to exist a long time ago, that's a historical fact."
Zhiqiu nodded, "Until yesterday, I still agreed with you."
"yesterday?"
"Yes, before a series of things happened today. Now I believe that the cheating faction has? appears again, to fulfill an ancient covenant. "
"Excuse my shallowness, I am unfamiliar with history. What is this ancient covenant?"
Zhiqiu took a deep breath and said, "This is the place where the prophet was destroyed."
"Destroy the place of the prophets?" the Pope's chamberlain asked. He was more confused than frightened. "But that is impossible."
Momo shook her head and said, "I'm afraid the worse news is yet to come."
"Is this true?" the Pope's chamberlain turned to Paul and asked, looking shocked.
"Minister," Paul said with certainty, "I admit that there is indeed some device here, which can be seen on one of our security monitors, but as for the power of this thing that Momo claims, I'm afraid I can't-"
¡°Wait a minute,¡± said the papal chamberlain, ¡°can you see this thing?¡±
"Yes, chamberlain, the image was captured by infinite camera No. 86."
"Then why don't you find it?" At this time, the Pope's chamberlain's voice was slightly angry.
"This is difficult, chamberlain." Paul stood up straight as he explained the situation.
As the Pope's chamberlain listened to Paul's words, Momo felt that he was getting more and more anxious. "Are you sure that thing is in the Vatican City?" he asked. "Maybe someone took the camera out of the Vatican and the picture was transmitted back from somewhere outside."
"This is impossible," Paul said. "Our exterior walls are all covered with electronic screens to protect our internal communication system. This signal intelligence is sent from the inside, otherwise we would not be able to receive it."
"In this case, I think," the Pope's chamberlain said, "are you now mobilizing all your efforts to find this missing camera?"
Paul shook his head and said, "I didn't, chamberlain. It would take hundreds of hours to find out the location of this camera. We have many other security issues to deal with at this time. We respect Momo's opinion, but what she said The droplets are very small and cannot be as explosive as she said."
Momo couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "That droplet is enough to level the entire prophet's land! Didn't you listen to a word of what I said to you?"
"Momo," Paul said, his words strong, "I have a lot of experience dealing with ***."
"Your experience is nothing but rotten grain." She retorted, her tone equally strong, "Although my clothes make you uncomfortable, I am a senior physicist at the world's top research institute. I personally designed the negative matter device to prevent the negative matter from destructive reactions. Now I warn you, unless you find the negative matter storage device within the next six hours, your guards will have nothing to protect in the next century. Except for a big hole in the ground." (This website wwwcom Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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