He looked at the document information in front of him and had a rough guess in his mind. Just as he said at the beginning, when all the results that have occurred are combined together, there must be a rule to support their simultaneous existence.
There will be a common thread behind all the chosen people.
Chen Qing lowered his head and pondered, but the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
"Go west from the south of the city. After exiting the county town, take the highway. After exiting the second highway, there will be an abandoned monastery. It meets your requirements."
Chen Qing looked at the messages on his phone and frowned slightly.
He looked up at the computer, wondering why the other party chose to send it through his mobile phone.
Doesn't he know it's not safe?
Why didn't he choose the website and chat room he gave him?
He was silent for a moment and entered the website address on the computer.
And in the chat room of the website, no one actually spoke.
He thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said happily: "Yes. I can't handle this well."
He shook his head indifferently, but it was also a pity: "I was too anxious to build my own social network, and it turned out to be too deliberate."
"After all, free things are always the most expensive."
"right……"
He was silent for a while, his eyes fixed on the computer screen. He looked at those websites and suddenly smiled.
"That's right. People in the world only believe in what they discover. They only believe in themselves and follow their own judgments, while ignoring objectivity."
He looked at the screen, his fingertips dancing rapidly on the keyboard.
He wanted to change the code of the chat room and also the way it was caught by crawlers.
"Yes... he needs to be caught by crawlers and appear on certain search pages."
He chuckled, and the modification of thousands of lines of code was completed in a few minutes.
He pressed Enter before his eyes stayed on the phone screen.
"Do you want to advance to non-relics first?"
Bu Zhaozhao's body turned over, and she was close to the screen, so that the phone screen was no more than three to five centimeters away from her.
"If you can improve it, do it first." Chen Qing pinched his chin, suddenly curious: "You told me before that you had prepared non-relic promotion materials. Where did you put them?"
Bu Zhaozhao smiled and didn't seem to want to answer, but still, the two of them were just cooperating, how could they give up the boss?
He then asked Bu Zhaozhao: "What about the promotion of other non-relics? I hope to improve a little bit of combat ability."
"In terms of combat ability..." She was silent for a moment, putting the back of her finger against her chin, as if she was thinking about something, and then said: "Okay. I really can't delay it any longer. If I delay it any longer, I'm afraid it will turn into a stick and be scrapped." Lose."
Chen Qing nodded and looked out the window again. The night was already deep.
He opened the door and looked at the street downstairs, where only bustling pedestrians were passing by. He made up his mind, turned around, closed the door, and headed downstairs.
"Going now?"
He smiled and said "Yeah": "I can't believe him either. It would also save them from having any... conflicts with me later."
…
Until half an hour later.
In the middle of a wasteland, there is a splendid but dilapidated high-rise building. Most of the color of the building has faded, and the colorful sacred paintings on the top have been integrated with the stone bricks.
As he walked closer, the road under his feet seemed to have just been plowed, and the breaks in the weeds were still exuding the aroma of green grass.
As he walked forward, he found a wall in a large patch of grass, but the wall had collapsed a lot. He raised his legs, bent down, and stepped over easily.
He entered the courtyard of the monastery. The direction he faced was the gate of the monastery. In the distance between Chen Qing and the gate, weeds occupied most of the space. The path that was once paved with gravel was also now. He stepped on it. On those gravels, the night wind whistled, making the grass bend down. He vaguely looked at the road under the grass and walked towards the gate.
After walking about six or seven meters, he stepped on the stairs of the monastery and walked up the stairs to reach the gate of the monastery.
He looked at the stairs below him. The stairs were a little old. Moss climbed on the stairs, making the stairs a little black.
He looked at the footprints left by stepping on the moss under him, and walked to the gate of the monastery step by step.
The door was made of wood, but what was rare was that there wasn't much moss growing on the door. He touched the door, and the temperature on the door was very low. The feel of the door was rough, as if the paint on the door had peeled off.
He looked up and saw that the top of the door seemed to be a bit rotten, with many holes on it.
He opened the door, and the sound of the hinges was particularly clear in the night.
It creaked and sang a song that did not belong to this era.
"I miss you so much."
She looked at everything in front of her, those dusty seats, and sighed deeply.
"What's wrong?" Chen Qing turned his head. The ghost matched the monastery that had been abandoned for many years. At least I knew for sure that there was a ghost around me. He looked at Bu Zhaozhao and asked with a half-smile: "Did you hide in a monastery back then?"
She smiled and said "hmm" softly.
"At that time, they blocked the door. At that time, we squatted under the chair and shivered like dogs. At that time, we watched our friend being dropped on the door and his spine was broken. But everything was fine later. We took the The non-relics that I controlled twisted their brains out."
She floated forward and landed on the podium in the center of the monastery.
On the podium, there is a stand with a microphone and a Bible.
She stood in front and took out a few items.
She leaned over and squatted down, using an aluminum stick to draw a circle on the podium, and used a few thin wires to connect the items, and then placed the aluminum stick in the center of the connection between the thin wires. .
Following an inconspicuous movement from Bu Zhaozhao's hand, the aluminum rods melted into liquid in an instant, flowing among the thin lines.
They connect objects and emit a faint white light.
"Chen Qing, come up." She called softly and stretched out her hand to Chen Qing.
He looked at the white light formation on the podium and felt a little strange: "Is this the promotion ceremony? I thought..."
"Why?"
He jumped lightly and jumped to the podium. He looked in front of him with a strange expression: "I thought it would be more scientific."
But when Bu Zhaozhao listened, he laughed and shook his head: "This is science. Actions that can summarize the rules and reproduce them are called science."
She looked at Chen Qing and suppressed the smile on her face: "Let me remind you, after the ceremony begins, you need to keep repeating the secret that only you know in your heart. The bigger the secret, the greater the completion of the ceremony will be. The higher it is, the better its promotion effect will be."
Bu Zhaozhao was silent for a moment before continuing: "But at the same time, I also need to remind you that every non-relics carries a lot of emotions that are not their original, and they are even born because of those obsessions. In the promotion of non-relics, In the process, you may encounter many things that cannot be explained by common sense.
Everything you see will be more bizarre than in the back room, and will exceed the setting of the main world.
You need to remember that everything in that world is false. You need to remember them, but you must not join them.
You go with a mission, and you must never forget your mission. "
"What will happen if I forget?" Chen Qing smiled.
"Forgot?" Bu Zhaozhao looked at him, with a dumbfounded expression but serious correction: "You will stay there for the rest of your life, and you will watch them perform for you. You will not be able to leave there."
"Does it mean I'm dead?"
"Absolutely. What do you think will happen after your body rots?"
She looked at Chen Qing, and when she saw that his face was calm, she pointed to the middle of the materials and said to Chen Qing: "Take out your non-relics. After using them, the advancement ceremony will begin."
He looked at the aluminum wire on the ground and took the dough out of his pocket.
He looked at the props arranged around him. They seemed to be affected by the induction, and began to tremble at this moment. They twisted, and liquid dripped continuously, falling onto the aluminum lines carved on the ground.
He walked inside step by step, and more and more liquid began to drip from the props. When he reached the correct position, the props almost dissolved, and the aluminum wire burst out with liquid that was not metal. brightness.
He raised his hand to put on the mask. He looked at the human face covering his face. He looked through the two pupils to the outside world and saw a few stars floating towards him on the empty seats. Come.
He said that sentence in his heart, and he looked at the stars surrounding him.
"False words are spoken in a high-sounding manner; true words are swallowed in a false heart."
He heard Bu Zhaozhao's words and repeated them in his heart.
He saw through the hole in the face that the world was beginning to distort. He opened his mouth and asked Bu Zhaozhao: "If the secret in my heart...is wrong, will the ceremony fail?"
"Eh? Yes." She looked at Chen Qing, surprised by his question.
"Then..." he whispered, feeling the squirming and touching experience coming from the mask.
He watched the world in front of him become distorted, and those light spots spread in front of him, making the whole world white.
As he watched the world in front of him gradually return to normal from distortion, the scene in his eyes was no longer a church. It was an extremely embarrassing corridor with no end in sight.
He looked towards the end, and there was darkness at the end. He turned around, and the same thing happened behind him.
"What do you want me to do?"
He whispered and started walking aimlessly in the corridor.
He reviewed the memories in his mind and suddenly frowned.
"My mission...but what are my missions? She asked me to remember them, but what are they."
