Sean frowned: What's going on with this feeling?
"Mr. Dickinson, what do you have to say? Would you choose to warn that woman and then lose a piece of news in vain?" Mark smiled, the kind of smile that professionals laugh at laymen, "Don't talk about it. Regarding the awareness of practitioners, your actions alone make me feel a little hypocritical.
"I believe that even if you kindly remind that lady, things will not change - the masked murderer will change his victim, and all you will do is change the target of the murder..."
Sean originally planned not to speak again, but the other party's question had been thrown out and he had to answer it.
Sean had noticed that the atmosphere of this church was a bit strange, and his intuition made him want to leave here, so he did not refute it in a long way, but directly expressed his thoughts: "I will indeed choose to save that woman."
Hearing Sean's answer, everyone around him began to shake their heads slightly. Seems disappointed with Sean's professionalism.
Sean continued: “I think maybe the reason why we made different decisions is because we became journalists for different purposes.
“You become journalists to find breaking news, or you become journalists for pay.
“And I do it for the peace of conscience.
“For me, being a human being is more important than being a reporter.
“If I couldn’t save a person in distress because I was a journalist, I would consider the title shameful and throw it away forever.
"It was an easy multiple choice question for me."
“Furthermore, none of the outstanding people I know are burdened by their status or career—they just try to be a good person before doing their job well.
"Who were we before being journalists? If we can't answer such a simple question, I don't think we're on the same level talking."
"Gentlemen, let's talk. That's all I have to say."
After hearing what Sean said. The people around him couldn't help but gasp in amazement - after many years of working in the industry, they had never heard such a profound understanding of their profession and their own identity.
Mark's expression was also a little dazed, and the enthusiasm in his eyes faded a little, replaced by a moment of confusion...
But soon, he regained his confident look and didn't seem to take Sean's words to heart.
Sean turned and walked into the crowd, and Jim followed: "Mr. Dickinson, I am really sorry if my friend has offended you..."
Sean turned back: "No, he didn't offend me. It's just that everyone has different opinions."
"Are you going back?" Jim looked a little embarrassed, "But the church is about to start, why don't you wait a little longer.
"The faith gain given by [Melinas] is very suitable for us - he will occasionally tell his believers where there is news worth spreading... Moreover, we are blessed by him and can always rush in as soon as possible. Go to the scene of the incident..."
"The ability to predict news in advance and run fast?" Sean shook his head inwardly, "But I have no intention of becoming a news headhunter...
"Besides, it's really a bit strange here." Perhaps because the mental shock of reading those two books still remains, Sean is now a little suspicious.
Sean was still thinking about how to tell Jim, when someone suddenly shouted from the pulpit: "The priest is on stage!"
Everyone stopped talking and turned to look at the podium. The church suddenly became extremely quiet.
An old man wearing white robes and holding a double snake staff came out from the side door of the pulpit. He has snow-white temples and a gentle smile on his face, making him look very friendly...
He stood steadily on the stage, glanced with loving eyes for a while, and then loudly spoke philosophical words about faith: "In this new era, the connections between people are getting closer and closer.
"Faith and faith, and gods and gods, are also learning to coexist!"
"As I said in the previous church meeting, [Melinas], who blesses our gods and protects postmen, travelers, and reporters, is entering the Utopia..."
The preacher's voice seems to have a soul-stirring and strange power that makes people want to listen carefully.
Sean, who was already about to leave, seemed to be attracted by something and began to look at the podium intently.
"In the Utopia, [Melinas] will be served more devoutly, and our brothers and sisters will increase day by day..."
Sean remained partially conscious. As if breaking free from a nightmare, the part of his waking consciousness pulled at him, allowing Sean to escape from the psychedelic feeling.
Sean felt his heart palpitate and cold sweat flowed from his forehead: "It seemed to be a hint from the language just now! This priest must have used some kind of magic to make people focus on his speech! However, fortunately, my mental strength has increased again Only when you make progress can you escape from this control.”
Feeling uneasy again, Sean activated the candlestick symbol...
The scene before me changed.
At this moment, the church seems to have sunk into the deep sea.
Sea water flooded the surroundings, and the place looked like a prehistoric ruin hidden by vicissitudes of life, and Sean looked like an explorer who accidentally broke into this place in a diving suit thousands of years later...
The sea water has eroded the tables, chairs and steps, and only the outlines of those things can be barely distinguished; the standing priests and believers have turned into stone sculptures in the deep sea, covered with parasitic barnacles and seaweed.
The double snake staff symbol hanging on the wall slowly fell like a broken anchor...
"Mr. Dickinson!" Jim shouted in front of him, "Are you okay?"
Sean woke up. The church is still the same church, and the priest is still preaching something in a rhythmic voice.
"Similar to the last time I saw the fire scene in the textile factory, this is another metaphorical revelation..." Sean thought in his mind.
He shook his head, determined to leave quickly, and said to Jim: "I suddenly remembered that there is something else, and I have to go."
"The church that sank into the sea? The believers who were buried with him? The fallen double snake staff?" Sean thought quickly, and he realized that he sensed that this traditional god named [Melinas] seemed to have suffered something very unpleasant. Wonderful influence.
"People will corrupt, and so will gods." Sean thought coldly, "The originally simple and kind faith has been distorted by some unknown force. Even his believers will suffer in the future."
Thinking of this, Sean pulled Jim out: after all, they were people who had met each other once, and he decided to persuade him.
Sean expressed his feelings and hoped that Jim would quit the church.
But Jim didn't take his warning seriously. While saying that he would know the difference, he glanced at Sean and walked towards the church.
Sean looked at the flickering candlelight in the church, casting the shadow of the priest on the wall, like a huge swaying ghost.
He turned and left.
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On the way back, Sean thought about what had just happened: "Choosing a faith, although you can gain the benefit of faith, it also means that your destiny is tied to the god you believe in.
“If gods become evil, believers will inevitably go astray.
“[Melinas] is a minority belief approved by the gods, and it must have been healthy and harmless before.
“The gains he gives are most useful to messengers and those who spread the message, and the teachings he spreads are also in line with the ideas of these communicators.
"However, [Melinas] must have suffered some unknown pollution. This pollution has also affected his believers. Their excitement and somewhat twisted moral values should be due to the soul. Caused by pollution...
"If this continues, believers in [Melinas] will sooner or later fall into madness, until they are recognized as evil beliefs by the divine court!
“This kind of evil belief seems to happen all the time.
“Gods believed by small groups are more likely to be polluted…
"It seems that I still have to be more cautious when it comes to my choice of faith. Not only do I need to have doctrines that fit my own philosophy, and faith gains that suit my needs, but more importantly, I need to be able to eliminate the risk of contamination...
“If you cannot ensure these three points, you would rather not choose faith.”
When he returned to the room, Sean was a little tired and was about to lie down and take a rest. The phone rang and Sean picked up the phone: "Hello, this is Dickinson."
Opposite was the voice of Dyson Lauer: "Sean, I have unlocked the secret of the record." Although it was good news, there was no joy in Dyson's voice, but a kind of depression. fear……
“Actually, the cracking process is very simple – you just need to increase the volume of the played sound.
“I’ve figured out how to widen that track on the record so that now you can hear the real thing on a regular record player.
"Sean, I followed your advice and didn't listen to the end of it. But even if you didn't remind me, I never would have.
"Because no normal person would be able to listen to the entire content."
“Sean, I don’t know what you were involved in.
"But the 'thing' on this record..." Dyson tried his best to restrain his complex emotions dominated by fear, his voice was suppressed to the point of trembling, "I can only describe it as crazy.
"I need you to take this evil thing away as soon as possible.
"I don't want to see you for the time being. I put the record in the mailbox outside my laboratory door.
"If you were smart enough, you shouldn't play it, you should just destroy it!"
