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- Pope Carter raised his head and asked, "Do you think you can find it?"
"Let me discuss with a few of my monitors what options we have. There is a possibility that if we shut down the power to the Prophet's Land, we could eliminate the RF noise and create a pure enough environment to determine that storage A reading of the magnetic field in which it is located.¡±
Momo was first surprised and then shocked by his words. "You want to turn the entire Prophet's Land into darkness?"
"Maybe. I don't know if this is possible now, but I want to try this way."
"The cardinal will definitely feel that something strange has happened." Momo said.
Paul shook his head and said: "The secret meeting will be held with candle lighting. The cardinal will not know what happened at all. After the meeting is sealed, except for a few guards around me, I will have the entire army launch a general search. One day A hundred people can check a lot of places in five hours."
"Four hours," Momo corrected, "I want to fly back to the institute with the storage device. If the battery is not charged, an explosion is inevitable."
¡°Can¡¯t you charge it here?¡±
Momo shook his head. "The interface is very complicated, it would be great if I brought it."
"Four hours then," Paul said with a frown. "That's plenty of time. There's no point in panicking. Chamberlain, you have ten minutes. Go to the church and seal the meeting. Give my people some time to do their business." . We will make decisions about emergency situations when the critical moment approaches."
Zhiqiu wants to know how close it is to the "critical moment" when Paul will get everything done.
The papal chamberlain looked uneasy. "But the College of Cardinals will ask the candidate bishopsespecially Griffinwhere they are."
"Then you'll have to come up with an excuse, chamberlain. Tell them you're giving them something to eat while they drink tea. They feel uncomfortable."
The Pope¡¯s internal ministers are in a rage. "You asking me to stand on the altar of the Sistine Chapel and lie to the College of Cardinals?"
"This is out of consideration for their safety. It's just a white lie. Your duty is to maintain stability." Paul walked towards the door. "If you allow me, I will take action immediately."
¡°Commander,¡± the Pope¡¯s chamberlain pleaded, ¡°we cannot just leave the missing cardinal alone.¡±
Paul stopped at the door and said, "Griffin and a few others are now outside the scope of our efforts. We have to leave them alonefor the good of the whole. This is called casualty triage in military terms."
"Are you saying you want to give up on them?"
His tone became tougher. "If there is any way, chamberlain no matter what way, if you can find these four cardinals, I will put my name on it, but" He pointed to the window opposite the room, outside the window, the dusk sunlight was passing through. Over the endless rooftops of the City of Cities. "It is beyond my power to search a city of five million people. I will not waste my precious time trying to soothe my conscience. I'm sorry."
Momo suddenly said: "But if we can catch the killer, can't you make him confess?"
Paul frowned at her, "Soldiers cannot bear the responsibility of saints, Momo. Trust me. I understand your personal motives for wanting to catch this person."
"It's not just personal," she said, "the killer knows where the negative matter is and the missing cardinal. If we can somehow find him"
"Let them take advantage?" Paul said. "Believe me, withdrawing all the troops from the Land of the Prophets in order to monitor hundreds of churches is exactly what the Traitors wantwasting our precious time and manpower that should be used to search ¡or worse. Leaving the Bank of the Prophets unprotected, along with the remaining Cardinals.¡±
This sentence hits the point.
"What about the gendarmes of the City of Ten Thousand Cities?" the Pope's chamberlain asked, "We can send out a crisis alert throughout the city and ask them to help us find the person who kidnapped the cardinal."
"Wrong again," said Paul. "You know how we feel about the Gendarmerie of the City of Cities. If we do that, we take part of our energy to deal with the dilemma they create by exposing our crisis to the global media, and that's exactly what our enemies want. We I would have had to deal with the media right away.¡±
I will make them news. Zhiqiu remembered the killer's words. The first cardinal corpse will appear at eight o'clock sharp, and then one will be killed every hour. The press will be interested.
The Pope¡¯s chamberlain spoke again. There was a hint of sullenness in his voice. "Commander, in good conscience we cannot turn a blind eye to the missing Cardinal!"
Paul die??Looking into the eyes of the Pope's chamberlain. "Minister, I think there is a prayer you must remember."
The young pastor said with a painful tone: "God, give me the strength to accept the things I cannot change."
¡°Believe me,¡± Paul said, ¡°this is one of those things.¡± And he left.
The headquarters of the British Broadcasting Corporation is located directly west of Piccadilly Circus in London. At this time, the switchboard phone rang loudly, and a junior editor picked up the phone.
"BBC," she said, stubbing out the Dunhill cigarette in her hand.
The voice on the other end of the phone was rough and had a Middle Eastern accent. "I have a piece of breaking news that your broadcast company might be very interested in."
The editor pulled out a pen and a standard recording sheet and said, "What is it about?"
¡°Pope election.¡±
She frowned in disgust. The BBC had broadcast a piece of Believe News in advance yesterday, but the response was mediocre. It seems that the public is not interested in the Land of the Prophet. She asked the other person: "From which angle?"
¡°Have you sent TV reporters to the City of Ten Thousands to cover this election?¡±
"I think so."
"I want to speak to him directly."
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you his phone number if you don't say anything."
"The secret meeting is a dangerous situation. That's all I can tell you."
The editor took note of his words. "May I have your name?"
"My name doesn't matter."
The editor was not surprised. "Is there any basis for what you said?"
"have."
"I'm very happy to get this news, but company policy does not allow us to disclose our reporters' phone numbers. Unless¡ª¡ª"
"I can understand. I will call other broadcasters. Thank you for wasting your time. Again-"
"Wait a minute," she said, "please just hang up, okay?"
The editor asked the other party to wait. Then he craned his neck and looked over. While the technology used to filter out potential spam calls is by no means perfect, the caller passed two of the BBC's unwritten tests for determining the reliability of incoming calls. He refused to give his name and couldn't wait to hang up the phone, while the literati and boasters were always pleading and moaning.
Fortunately for her, reporters are always in a state of endless worry about missing big news, so they rarely scold her for spending time with the fantasy psychopaths who appear from time to time. It's okay to waste five minutes of a reporter's time, but it's unforgivable to miss a headline.
She yawned. Type the keyword "Land of the Prophet" into the computer. She laughed out loud when she saw the name of the reporter who was covering the papal election. He was still a newbie, and the BBC had transferred him from some rubbish London tabloid to deal with some lackluster reporting. It¡¯s obvious that he started from the bottom writing editorials.
He might have gone crazy from the boredom of having to make a ten-second video all night long. He would certainly be grateful for a break from the monotony.
The BBC editor copied down the reporter¡¯s satellite phone number in the Land of the Prophets. Then she lit another cigarette and gave the reporter's phone number to the unnamed person.
"It's useless." Momo said, pacing back and forth in the Pope's office. She raised her eyes and looked at the Pope's chamberlain. "Even if the Garden Guards could filter out electronic interference, they would still have to be almost directly on top of the reservoir to detect the signal and not be blocked by other obstacles. If it is placed What if it's buried in a metal box under your ground or hidden in a ventilation duct above? If that's the case, you won't be able to find it at all. Furthermore, what if someone from the other side of the Garden Guard has sneaked in? Who can say that this search was thorough?¡±
The papal chamberlain looked exhausted. "Then what do you think we should do, Momo?"
Momo was a little panicked. Isn¡¯t this obvious? "Servant, I suggest you take other precautions immediately. We can hold on to a glimmer of hope and hope that the Commander's search is successful. In the meantime. Please look out the window. Do you see those people? The building across the square? Those interview vehicles? And there? Tourists? They are likely to be within the blast wave range. You need to act immediately."
The Pope¡¯s chamberlain nodded indifferently.
Momo felt very frustrated. Paul reassured everyone that there was more than enough time. But Momo knew that if the news that the Prophet's Land was in danger leaked out, the entire square would be filled with onlookers within a few minutes. She had seen the scene outside the Capitol. Someone who made a bomb threatIn a hostage case. Thousands of onlookers gathered outside the building waiting to see the results. Although the police warned them of the danger, they gathered closer and closer. Nothing piques human interest more than human tragedy.
"Servant," Momo urged, "the man who killed my father is out there somewhere. Every cell in my body wants to rush out of here and find him. But I'm still standing in your office because I am responsible for you, you and others. Your lives are at stake, chamberlain, do you understand?"
The Pope¡¯s chamberlain did not answer.
Momo felt that his heart was beating violently. Why couldn't the Garden Guard find the damn caller? The killer of the cheating faction is the key! He knows where the negative matter is damn, he knows where the Cardinal is! Catching the killer solves everything.
Momo felt like she was going insane. She felt a strange distress, a distress she had experienced as a child, the frustration of being powerless that she had experienced during her days in the orphanage. You can find a solution, she thought to herself, you always have a solution. But it didn't work, the idea came to her suddenly and she felt suffocated. She is a researcher and a problem solver. But there is no solution to this problem. What data did you get? What result do you want? She reminded herself to take a deep breath, but, for the first time in her life, she failed. She felt suffocated.
Zhiqiu¡¯s head ached, and at the same time he felt as if he was wandering on the edge of reason. He looked at Momo and the Pope's chamberlain. But some horrific sights blurred his vision: explosions, media gatherings, cameras running, four branded people.
SethanLuciferLightbringerSatan
He ignored these horrific sights. This was a carefully planned act of terror. He reminded himself, eager to get to the bottom of things, plotting to cause chaos. He recalled sitting in on a seminar. He had never looked at terrorists like that.
"Terrorist activities," the teacher said, "have a single purpose. What is it?"
"Killing innocent people?" one student said boldly.
"No. Death is just a by-product of terrorist activities."
"Show their power?"
"Wrong. There is no such thing as a weak organization."
"causing panic?"
"That's right. Quite simply, the purpose of terrorism is to create terror and fear. Fear causes people to lose trust in the authorities. It weakens the enemy from withinit causes unrest in the population. Write this down. Terrorism is not about venting anger. It's a political weapon. Take away the veil of government infallibility. You rob the government of the public's trust in it."
Losing trust
Is this all for this? Zhiqiu didn't know how the believers around the world would react when they saw those cardinals covered in bruises. If a pastor¡¯s faith doesn¡¯t keep him safe from Satan¡¯s scourge, what hope does the rest of us have? Zhiqiu's head suddenly hurt, even worse than before Some small voices were arguing fiercely in his ears.
Faith will not protect you. Medicines and airbagsthese are the things that will protect you. God will not protect you. Wisdom protects you. wisdom. Believe in things that will produce real results. How old is the legend of the Water Walker? The miracles of modern society belong to sciencecomputers, vaccines, space stationseven the miracle of creation with divinity. Creating matter from nothingin a laboratory. Who needs God? unnecessary! Science is God.
The killer¡¯s words echoed in Zai Zhiqiu¡¯s mind. At twelve o'clock in the middle of the nightthe mathematical progression of deathoffers these pure people to the altar of science.
¡°Then, like a gunshot, the crowd dispersed. The voice suddenly disappeared.
Zhiqiu stood up suddenly, his chair fell backwards and hit the marble floor heavily.
Momo and the Pope¡¯s chamberlain were shocked.
"I didn't expect it," Zhiqiu murmured, as if a spell had been cast on him. "Right under my nose"
"What didn't you expect?" Momo asked.
Zhiqiu turned to the priest, "Father, I have been applying here for several years to enter the Archives of the Prophet's Land. But I have been rejected seven times."
"Detective Zhiqiu, I'm sorry. But now doesn't seem to be the time to complain."
"I have to go right away, for the four missing cardinals. I may be able to figure out where they will be killed."
Momo stared at him, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.
The Pope¡¯s chamberlain looked very uneasy, as if he felt that he was the number one target of jokes and sarcasm. "You want me to believe thisAre the clues in our archives? "
"I can't guarantee I'll find it in time, but if you let me in"
"Detective Zhiqiu, I should be in the Sistine Chapel in four minutes. Those files are at the other end of the city in the Land of the Prophets."
"You're serious, right?" Momo interjected. She looked deeply into Zhiqiu's eyes, as if she felt his sincerity.
"This is not the time to joke." Zhiqiu said.
"Father," Momo turned to the Pope's chamberlain and said, "If there is a chance to find the place where these murders are about to happen, we can send people there to monitor and¡ª¡ª"
"Documents?" the Pope's chamberlain insisted, "How could there be clues in those files?"
"Explaining this problem," Zhi Qiu said, "It will take a long time, but if I am not wrong, we can catch the Black Evil Star based on the clues."
The Pope¡¯s Chamberlain seemed to want to believe Zhiqiu¡¯s words, but for some reason, he found it difficult to do so. "The most sacred ancient texts of religions are in the archives. Those treasures are not even qualified for me to see."
"I know."
¡°To enter the archives, written permission must be obtained from the director of the library and the Board of Directors of the Prophet¡¯s Land Library.¡±
"Or," Zhiqiu said, "a papal order. Your curator said so in every letter he rejected me."
The Pope¡¯s chamberlain nodded.
"With all due respect," Zhiqiu urged, "but if I am not mistaken, the papal edict is issued from this office, and as far as I know, you have the authority of this position tonight. Consider now The situation"
The Pope¡¯s chamberlain took out a pocket watch from his robe and looked at it. "Detective Zhiqiu, it is no exaggeration to say that in order to save the church, I am willing to sacrifice my life tonight."
Zhiqiu felt that this man's eyes showed loyalty.
¡°This document,¡± said the Pope¡¯s chamberlain, ¡°do you really believe it is here? Can it help us find these four churches?¡±
"If I wasn't convinced I wouldn't keep requesting access to the archives. With a detective's salary, it's too far to have fun here. That document of yours is an ancient¡ª¡ª"
"I'm sorry," the Pope's chamberlain interrupted, "I'm sorry, I don't have time to think about so many details at the moment. Do you know where the secret archives is?"
Zhiqiu felt excited, "It's just behind the Santa Ana Gate."
"I admire it. Many scholars think it is behind the secret door behind the throne of St. Peter."
¡°No, that¡¯s the archives of St. Peter¡¯s Church. This is a common misunderstanding.¡±
"Everyone who enters the archives at any time is accompanied by a docent. But tonight, they are all gone, and what you are asking for is completely free access. Even our cardinal did not go in alone. ¡±(){Piaotia Literature www.piaotia.net thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation} - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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