Chapter 291: Chatting, God's Will, Broken Eye

Chapter 291: Chatting, God's Will, Broken Eye

"Another sunny day." Bai Mo raised his eyebrows, put his palm on his forehead, squinted his eyes and looked at the sun hanging high in the sky. The weather is very suitable now, and there is a slight breeze in the air. "Where should we go next?" Bai Mo held his chin, feeling a little lost. It's not that he is in a daze. Bai Mo's daily life is to write novels. He writes a novel according to the website recommended by his netizen Rights, and earns a living by relying on the memories of his previous life in his mind. In addition, he lives in this strange city and rushes for daily necessities and life. "It is also thanks to the job recommended to me by Rights. The identity of a novelist can fill my stomach with my brain. Let's go to the library to collect folk songs today." Bai Mo pounded his palm and made a decision. Not long after, a taxi stopped in front of him. The driver was a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes like Bai Mo. "Go to the city library." The driver nodded, then reached out and pressed the button, and the back door of the car opened. "You look handsome, young man. What do you do?"

Bai Mo laughed awkwardly at the compliment: "What kind of job? I'm just an ordinary novelist."

"Novelist." The driver looked at Bai Mo for a few times, looking enthusiastic and talkative.

"This profession requires a lot of knowledge reserves. It seems difficult to make a name for yourself."

"Not bad." If I hadn't traveled through time and remembered those myths and legends, folk culture stories, I guess I'd still be moving bricks now.

"Really? This kind of work sounds easy."

Bai Mo laughed twice: "Easy, it can only be said to be energy-consuming. Some things require back and forth field research, otherwise the writing will be inconsistent, and I guess not many people will read it."

The driver put his hands on the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and changed lanes.

"Uncle, you drive a taxi. How do you make a living all day?"

"I." The driver paused, then answered casually, "It depends on God. If you are lucky, you can make a lot of money a day, hundreds of dollars. If you are unlucky, it is estimated that it is not enough for gas."

Bai Mo looked at the scene receding outside the window and asked, "Can you make more than 100,000 yuan a year?"

"About the same."

"It depends on God's will."

"God's will." Bai Mo put his hand on his chin and fell into thought about this word.

There are many views on God's will.

In the memory in the mind, different "selves" have completely different views on God's will. But many views are always related to the world pattern and environment in which they are located. Basically, the before and after can be called cause and effect reincarnation.

In this peaceful world, Bai Mo's view of God's will is - ethereal.

The word God's will is really too grand, and it is difficult to directly connect with an ordinary person like himself.

Traversers, even if they have external plug-ins, want to ascend to heaven in one step, but the result will only be that their feet are empty, they fall to pieces, and their steps are too big to pull their balls.

"What exactly is God's will..." The driver listened to Bai Mo's muttering and asked, "What do you think God's will is?" "I don't know." Bai Mo shook his head. ………… Rights looked at the screen in front of him. Every word Bai Mo said in the taxi was being analyzed, sorted, and integrated. "The 468th experiment, [Opinion on 'God's will' '4000-08-97'], B-level personnel are allowed to investigate." Rights manipulated his fingers, integrated the information after everything was done, and handed it over to the database for review. His fingers stirred the coffee, his eyes were solemn, and he was doing his daily work seriously. "It's time to have an encounter." Rights whispered. "Doctor, apply for entry to the containment transport team in City C." A man holding a document walked up to him quickly and reported, "How to deal with this matter?" "Do you have the relevant review notice?" Rights remained calm, stirring the coffee in his hand without any pause. "Yes." After the man finished speaking, he took out the application documents and handed them to Rights. Shasha

Rights flipped through the contents of the document with his fingers, quickly scanning through the contents. After turning the last page, he pinched his chin with his fingers, and his eyes were filled with strange eyes.

"It's a very reasonable request. A new containment object was controlled, which caused the containment objects in the base to show signs of being out of control. It is required to open the gate of the city in the box and transfer the source of the out-of-control."

In the regulations of the foundation, this is a permitted regulation.

In history, a base contained new containment objects, which caused the internal containment to run wild and the base to be destroyed.

So in order to prevent the containment objects in a base from conflicting with each other and running wild uncontrollably, which led to the destruction of the base, the containment objects with different characteristics are decentralized.

But in addition to this regulation, there is another similar regulation-without the notification of the superior, the city in the box is prohibited from opening the passage to the outside world, and only personnel approved by the superior are allowed to enter.

"Without the notification of the superior, the gate is prohibited from opening, and the five containment objects in City C are sent to the neighboring City E."

Rights made a calm decision and turned to leave.

The man pinched the white paper tightly with his fingers, nodded to show that he understood, and then lowered his head and left.

Not long after, the man stopped at a place that the surveillance system happened to ignore. After making sure that there was no one around, he pressed the earphones on his ears a few times.

"Anderson, what's the situation?"

The earphones connected the phone, and a very serious and low voice came from the other side.

Anderson answered very enthusiastically: "Holy Envoy, Rights refused to open the gate of the city."

"Why?"

The plain words of the Holy Envoy made him feel the pressure from the depths of his heart.

"Holy Envoy, Dr. Rights' answer is that he will not open the gate without the notice of his superiors."

"I need to notify my superiors, please..."

"Holy Envoy, I will find a way to open the gate for the Church of God!" Anderson said here, his eyes were red, and he looked like he had lost his mind.

Of course, he did not lose his mind. On the contrary, he knew very well how to open the gate of the passage for the Holy Envoy by consuming his own life.

"No, you have only one goal, to lurk, to lurk until the right time comes."

"Flesh and blood life is but a blink of an eye, only machines are eternal and immortal, the voice of our Lord has sounded, just wait for everything to come, we have infinite time."

"Yes, everything is for the Broken Eye!"

After the communication ended, Anderson adjusted the headset, and then his mood instantly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened before.

At the same time, in the basement of a house in City C, the holy envoy in a robe clasped his hands together and chanted a poem.

"...My God has been broken, and my God will be complete..."

"...God broke his own God, making us complete..."

"...One day, we will reunite and make God complete..."

After singing the song, the holy envoy took off his hood and looked through the records of 467 D-level personnel experiments placed in front of him.