Luo Binhan sincerely believed that he had heard wrongly. He stood there, his left hand already stretched out of his pocket, and he was about to pick out his ear. But he restrained himself from making such an exaggerated statement and instead asked, "What?"
"Are you religious, sir?"
This may be another new dimension of investigation, Luo Binhan thought. After tentatively asking about his family and work situation, the policeman wanted to know what his spiritual world was like, but unfortunately it was just another wasteland.
"No, I didn't," he told the other person bluntly, without making any further jokes about the matter.
"So are you an atheist? Or an agnostic?"
"I don't believe anything." Luo Binhan said, "I really don't believe anything."
"Ah, nihilism and skepticism," Gerd Schilling muttered, as if commenting on his collar, "these anarchists and spiritual gypsies."
Luo Binhan couldn't help but talk more: "Your English is really good."
"Purely out of personal curiosity," Gerd Schilling ignored him, "What would life be like for a person who doesn't believe in anything?"
"Like all who believe: milk, water, wine, medicine, clay."
"He who believes will also taste the immortality of the soul."
Luo Binhan wanted to say "I doubt it," but he realized that he would easily fall into the skeptic's seat prepared for him by Gerd Schilling. So he could only shrug his shoulders exaggeratedly: "I guess I'm the kind of person who can't taste eternity."
"You are determined to taste everything you want to taste while you are alive, aren't you?" said Gerd Schilling. "There is no judgment after death and no afterlife, so you can do whatever you want in life. This It’s like an interest-free loan with no time limit and no collateral, and anyone with a brain can spend it to their heart’s content.”
"This statement sounds very impolite." Luo Binhan reminded, "We still have morals and laws in the world, police officer."
"It works for some people." Gerd Schilling said without blinking. "It works for people who have reason to believe in these two things."
Once again, Luo Binhan first imagined his exaggerated performance in his mind. He imagined himself whistling loudly and saying, "What a wise saying from a law enforcement guard!" But in reality, he was just dusting off his spotless shoulders and completing the last step of the sequence.
"I guess what we're discussing right now is a theological topic," he said. "It really has nothing to do with your job. But if you want to ask me how someone who doesn't believe in God can believe in morality, here's my take on it. , it's a matter of education and experience. Even atheists have family and friends, and then they realize that they are willing to suffer losses to some extent. I can guarantee you, officer, that God is not necessarily involved in this process .”
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They are determined to live their own way of life, which is another survival principle, but their attitude in speaking is generally friendly and considerate. So far, no one has ever walked up to him as boldly as Liu Ling cursed, and said to him with eyes: You know, right? When the Day of Judgment comes, a yelling idiot like you will have to go to hell. You will have to suffer at that time, so don’t think you are so great! Ged Schilling didn't tell him that, but it didn't sound much different to Luo Binhan. He originally thought he wouldn't care, but that wasn't the case. He found himself suddenly filled with anger and anger.
"Of course, when one day it jumps out in front of me, I will believe that it exists." He said coldly, "If it doesn't mind my business, I might invite it to live in my home. "
"You don't know what you are talking about." Gerd Schilling said, with contempt and sympathy in his tone. "Only people who are fearless because of ignorance can speak so openly. You don't know how to fear noble and great things, so you dare to use such words. The tone talks about a world higher than ours. Sir, you have no idea what you have lost."
He was indeed unafraid. Luo Binhan thought. He is indeed ignorant. But it didn't matter, whatever it was he had lost. Of course, Jinghuang, Momolo, or Asabam are certainly not the gods that Gerd Schilling wanted to portray to him. A noble and great God will never be pinched away by a giant pelican, or become a dog-beating stick hanging in the sky. He also knew what kind of image the other party wanted to show off to him, and in the end, the glorious image he tried so hard to portray made him feel a sense of malice.
"This must make you very proud, right?" He leaned over and whispered softly with the light on the second floor behind him, "Serving your most noble and greatest thing, imagine that you are the most loyal dog, the most filial dog Son. This makes me think: Those perfect gods, no matter which one they are, having this kind of creation taste is not something to be proud of."
When he tried his best to throw out these bad words, Luo Binhan could already picture the other party fighting with him angrily. This could not be said to be appropriate, but another, louder noise had already overshadowed his voice of reason. The sound was not a specific word, a familiar song, or someone's voice, but more like the thud of an ax cutting into flesh, or the hum of flying gnats. At the edge of his vision, the courtyard nightlight looked like a flaming flame, and like the surrounding darkness surging and shrinking. In the illusion of light and dark, instead of showing anger, Gerd Schilling grinned excitedly, breathing and smiling at the same time. Something was making him proud.
"Is this what you really mean?" Gerd Schilling asked, drawing out each note.
Luo Binhan took a small step back. He wondered blankly why he was telling this to such a policeman. The other person was very rude, but he seemed to have talked too much, especially since it was not all stage talk. When he couldn't help but release his hatred, part of his true thoughts were revealed to a stranger. He could almost hear Yu Xiaorong's angry voice calling him a fool in his head. She'd stand in front of him with her arms akimbo, a fierce glint in her eyes—and that's what you told him? Why do you trust this bastard so much? He is simply playing tricks on you!
"Ah, great," whispered the grinning mouth in front of him, "you have resentment, great, great. You resent the people of faith. You resent the most loyal hunting dog, the most filial dog. Descendants, right? But what does that have to do with you? There must be a reason. What makes you so resentful? Who do you think has failed you? Say it, say it, and let us know if your disdain is genuine. . This is a necessary demonstration, because without the devil and martyrdom, the world would not understand miraculous manifestations."
"Go to ***." Luo Binhan said instinctively.
"Resent!" the other person murmured, "What makes you resentful?"
This hoarse whisper, like breath, has a penetrating power, like hot steam spraying on a person's face, seeping into acupuncture points and pores, burning the space inside the skull. Luo Binhan could feel his blood boiling behind his eyes in an instant, and his blood vessels and nerves were like withered dead roots in the red ground. His anger did not arise from his heart, but from this strange heat. Now he needs to burn this
The hot anger is expressed outside, so the mouth must be opened to speak out urgently.
He gritted his teeth, but his voice still came out little by little: "I don't have any resentment——"
"Oh no, you do."
Something is wrong here, the image of Yu Xiaorong that remained in his head said, but she was almost lost in the roaring steam. Luo Binhan couldn't help but said: "I found... found... they are all trivial things... not important..."
"Go on." The person on the other side whispered.
Another painful heat enveloped his mind. At this moment, Luo Binhan heard it more clearly. The noise that originally lingered in his mind, the muffled sound of the ax penetrating into the flesh, had turned into the roar of steam. The night lights in the courtyard were once as bright as flames, but now they were as dark as black. Coal, from which radiate shadow and night. He wanted to retreat and leave, but the other party's words and claws had already bound him. Those five fingers were embedded in his flesh and blood like iron rings, and the cold dampness penetrated deep into his bones - but he knew this moist cold air, just like he knew the sorrowful mist of the Styx and the ashes of the hellfire. He immersed himself in the shadow. The same is true for his left hand.
"What kind of small thing?" the man asked softly, "Is it really just a small thing to you? Can't we learn from small things?"
"Revelation?" Luo Binhan asked. The hands on his shoulders were dragging him closer, and he stumbled forward, closer to the source of the noise. His mouth no longer seemed to be controlled by himself: "You ask me what kind of revelation can I come to? What nonsense can there be in this? All of this -"
Heat was already flowing out of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes, and the pain inside turned into a desire to vent it. He stared at the face of the man across from him. Sometimes it showed blood in the light, and sometimes it was so dark that it was just an outline. Covered by the fire and smoke inside his skull, the man's appearance was like a mirror image of himself. He stared at the other person and told himself not to listen to that voice. Think of Yu Xiaorong. Think of her disappointed look. Think of her angry voice yelling at him.
Suddenly, Luo Binhan looked into the depths of Gerd Schilling's face, just like peeking into the inner texture of a sack through the pierced opening. He saw two completely different faces. These two faces were both on Ged Schilling's neck, neither side by side nor one above the other. They were all in the same place, but he could see them at the same time: one of the young men had an arrogant and scarred face, and his eyes were as hollow as a corpse; the other was scorched and old, with wrinkled skin as thin as yellow paper. Bones can be seen underneath, and a sharp and terrifying light shines from the depths of the hole.
Luo Binhan shook off the cold and wet hand. He stared at what stood before him with a splitting headache. The two faces overlapped and intertwined, sometimes blending into each other, sometimes splicing together randomly, and finally the young face that originally called himself Gerd Schilling disappeared like a mirage. When he looked at it with coldness and fear that penetrated his bones, what stood there was a skinny old monster with sharp eyes. It was wearing police uniform, but it was not the right size. The hair on its head was sparse and its lips were stained with blood. The reflection that he once used as a night lamp in the courtyard came from this object, like the dim light in the depths of Hades. It spoke in a harsh tone, the same noise he had heard as his wheezing not long ago.
"You..." The thing's throat bulged, "Your..."
Luo Binhan suddenly stretched out his hand and punched.
All legitimate reasons seemed to be thought up after the action. At that moment, Luo Binhan couldn't tell whether he really had an idea. He didn't step back, but rushed forward to knock the sounding thing to the ground. He punched the thing hard in the face before the clear thought dawned on him: Damn it, he couldn't let this thing in the house.
His clenched hand touched the wrinkled skin, and it felt like fermented thin dough, and the bones inside seemed hollow and weightless. This extremely inhuman head was deformed by his blow, but he felt no force. It was as if he had been hit by a fluttering plastic bag. The two children's lights still looked at each other unblinkingly. Looking at him. What's the next step when something like this happens? Maybe it's time to take out the weapons. But he didn't bring anything that didn't belong on the ground. He left it in his apartment in Lihai City, like a vacationer who didn't bother to bring his office key card. Thinking about it now, this may not be a smart decision, it may even be a stupid decision.
The thing's head deformed under his curled fingers, but showed no sign of pain. Two arms were wrapped around his shoulders like zombies, and their fingers were embedded in his flesh. It wanted to remove his arm, and Luo Binhan realized from the severe pain in his shoulder joint that if it were an ordinary person, this thing could really do it with ten fingers. The damp chill between its fingers has soaked into his flesh, hinting at great danger and ominousness.
Then he finally thought of calling for help. He should call more people to help, or at least issue a warning, to ensure that he escaped unscathed from such a strange thing. He immediately gave up the idea, because no matter how much he shouted, the first ones to arrive would definitely be the members of No. 15. If this monster exerts the power of its fingers on Yu Xiaorong's throat - that is a situation that cannot be assumed at all. So he lowered his head and slammed into the opponent, knocking the opponent down into the grass. During this process, his shoulders were still clamped tightly, making it difficult for his arms to move.
"Listen..." the thing said vaguely. Its eyes are misaligned due to the deformation of its face and are almost connected together. The light among children shines brighter and brighter. Its face and voice were mingled with visions of Gerd Schilling. When Luo Binhan pressed on it and tried to put his fingers into its eye sockets, the eyes actually started to squirm on the face. Its mouth is open to two or three times the size of a normal person. The teeth inside are pointed, but behind the teeth is a bottomless cavity. When the head was shaking and twitching at a frightening frequency, and every orifice on the face was constantly changing positions, Luo Binhan could not guarantee that he would not put his fingers into the other person's mouth.
The thing tried to reach out and bite him. Luo Binhan tilted his head back hard, pressed his knees against its belly, at least something as soft and deep as mud, and then reached out to pinch its throat. He figured the thing might be breathing, or he could try to pinch its head off. But as soon as he exerted force, the hands holding his shoulders slipped down, crossed his arms, and pulled his upper body downwards. Luo Binhan realized how close his face was to the two rows of sharp teeth. He immediately stepped back and exerted force, trying to get out from under the opponent's crossed arm lock. He immediately received another heavy kick in the stomach.
He slipped off the other person. This thing had been trained in fighting, he thought in a flash, it really had been - but was it really Gerd Schilling? How could it pretend to be a named police officer? He had never seen a monster like this before, maybe it was for Jing Huang or Fake. He should get Momolo. But the phone was still charging in the room, not to mention that water from afar could not save a fire that was near. If he was looking for help, it would be best to choose someone within Reigenberg's range.
There's only one person best suited to handle this. He stretched out his right foot on the ground and stumbled the thing that had just stood up. Then he jumped up, grabbed the two ankles of the thing, and raised it to his chest. He almost lifted it up completely, with its back facing in front of him, and only pressed its terrifying head on the uneven stone floor. In this way, it couldn't bite his hand, and it couldn't exert much force, so it could only use its waving arms to grab his calf.
Luo Binhan dodged the thing's arm while dragging it out of the garden. He knew that doing this would definitely be discovered by people on the second floor, and even people in the living room would see it through the window, but he had no confidence in taking such a thing hostage and taking a long way around. He could only make a quick decision and take it to the only person in Regenberg who could possibly help. That is Chen Wei's apprentice Anti-Pierre.
