The sound and shape of the braised egg were imitated so perfectly, but Maya was not amused. Instead, she felt her scalp numb and goosebumps all over her body.

In fact, his imitation is too similar, too... ferocious: his eyes are widened, his face is distorted, his teeth are turned out at the corners of his mouth, and his voice is as sharp as ground glass.

"Uh...why bother? You directly said that Dupont III committed too many sins. The moment he died, his soul was pulled into hell. I can understand it." Maya rubbed her shoulders and grinned.

Lu Dan sighed: "In the past two years after Hell came over, many supernatural incidents occurred in North America.

From the perspective of those holding Doom's Holy Spirit weapon, those lonely ghosts who escaped from the cracks of hell are not as threatening as the gangsters in the neighborhood.

But the incident of Dupont III really tells everyone that if you do bad things, you will definitely go to hell. Even if a priest represents God and forgives your life's sins before you die, it will be useless.

Because the Bible may not be deceptive, but the extent of sincere repentance before death is definitely not decided by pastors, and they cannot forgive sinners on behalf of God."

In Western movies, there is often a scene where a big shot is about to die, and his wife and children stay away from each other. Leaving the empty space for a highly respected priest will have a higher status and prestige in the Holy See.

The better.

Then, the priest will grab the hand of the deceased and ask him to sincerely repent of everything in the past before he dies.

Finally, the priest will say before the deceased dies: My child, you have been forgiven and forgiven by the Lord, and may you return to the arms of the Lord.

The same was true for Dupont III. He had a very high status and hired priests at the archbishop level.

At the last moment, the priest also forgave him all his faults and said that he would return to the arms of the Lord, well, that is, go to heaven.

If this kind of thing is left in the past, no one can verify the authenticity of the priest's words.

In fact, even though science is flourishing today, everyone knows not to be superstitious, but they still hope that the priest's words are the truth.

Unfortunately, times have changed.

In this era, hell is too close to the earth. If you really want to go to hell, it can be verified, for example, by lying in a holy coffin and dying.

"...Hey, Dupont III was the first case. At that time, there was even a strange sound above the holy coffin: dark clouds were gathering, and the sea of ​​blood was rolling.

At that time, several people fainted from fright, including the archbishop.

Doom told me that the phenomenon is very scientific and is the result of the collision and annihilation of positive and negative particles, just like the clouds of positive and negative ions in the atmosphere forming dark clouds." Lu Dan said with a strange expression.

Maya touched her chin, nodded and praised: "Dum is so research-minded, it's great!

Moreover, what he said makes sense. When the particles of holy light collide with the negative energy of hell, they will indeed be annihilated.

According to the conservation of energy, annihilation particles will be converted into energy and released, which are those appalling anomalies."

"Maybe."

Luo Dan was noncommittal and said: "At least, DuPont's deeds have brought new profit growth points to Dumu's holy coffin business.

Well, everyone wants to give it a try to see if they will go to hell after death.

Alas, it turns out..."

When Luo Dan said this, his face suddenly became tangled and he stopped.

"Prove what?" Maya asked curiously.

"Prove that Marx is right, every pore of capital is stained with blood and crime.

Since February last year, as of today, a total of 207 rich people who bought holy coffins have died in the United States.

As a result, 206 rich people went to hell.

The remaining one is the second generation of rich people. He inherited a large amount of assets from his father since he was a child. He has a smooth and worry-free life. He neither manages the company nor has bad habits. He is the only remaining... good person?

Doom has also done experiments on ordinary people, and the proportion of ordinary people going to hell is only 0.3%. Tsk tsk, those capitalists in the United States..." Lu Dan looked sarcastic and shook his head.

"What about politicians?" Maya asked with interest.

"All those who can afford the holy coffin will go to hell, and the 50% who can't afford it will go to hell... Oh, think about it carefully, it's so scary!

Politicians are demons, capitalists are demons, and those who control this country are politicians and capitalists.

Let me ask, are we Americans living on earth or in hell?

Apart from the unburning sulfur and the blood clouds raining fire, what is the essential difference between my Emperor of Rice and hell?

The world is full of demons, but hell is empty!" Luodan sighed.

Luodan spoke in a heavy tone and looked sad and angry, but Maya kept covering her mouth and snickering heartlessly.

"The world is on the verge of collapse, do you still have the heart to laugh?" Luodan asked in confusion.

"This is a good thing. There is a cycle of cause and effect, no retribution, and money and power cannot change the outcome of the final judgment.

This is the principle of cause and effect that I most hope to appear. God is the Lord, why are you unhappy and unhappy?" Maya asked with a serious face.

"This..." Luo Dan was stunned.

Indeed, as Maya said, shouldn't we be happy when bad guys are punished and good people are rewarded?

"But......"

After thinking about it, Lu Dan decided to tell the truth.

He looked at Maya and said solemnly: "The direct reason why I came to you is John Morgan, the head of J.P. Morgan."

"What's wrong with Morgan? I remember he is over 90 years old, is he going to die soon?" Maya wondered.

Luodan nodded and said: "He is in the special ward of Heisenberg Hospital in Manhattan and is not far from death. Maya, let's go and take a look."

""

Silently, Maya, who was wearing Hanfu, and Lu Dan, who was wearing a black leather trench coat, returned to Manhattan.

"Dad, are you crazy? You xxx..."

As soon as she arrived at Ward A-001 of Heisenberg Hospital, Maya saw a middle-aged white man in a neat suit, with a ferocious look on his face and roared crazily at the white-haired old man on the bed.

His curses echoed throughout the spacious 120-square-meter ward.

First impression: Old Morgan lost his life and gave birth to a rebellious son.

But as she listened, Maya frowned. It was not little Morgan who went crazy, but the old Morgan on the hospital bed.

When little Morgan's face turned red and his neck was thick, and he paused breathing heavily, Old John said calmly: "Chris, this world is too fucked up, God is a liar, and he doesn't care about our life or death at all.

Even, the whole world was abandoned.

If I am destined to go to hell and become a demon, why not strive to become a demon lord?"

"Fake, I don't care if you are a demon lord or not, if you really do what you want, I won't even be a human being." Little Morgan cursed.

"Chris, life is short, only death is eternal.

I will die and go to hell, and you will eventually die and go to hell.

In this case, why not go to hell with me as soon as possible.

As long as we do what I say, there will definitely be enough sins for us to be promoted to great demons.

Together, father and son, we will make a big difference in hell, and let the glory of the Morgan family last forever in hell!" Old Morgan's eyes were blood red, his neck was stiff, and he shouted excitedly.

"Crazy, you are really crazy!"

Little Morgan pulled his hair irritably and walked back and forth in front of the hospital bed.

"Chris, I'm not crazy. At this time, I am more awake than ever. I am awake enough to see through the conspiracy of that bastard of God who has been playing tricks on the world."
Chapter completed!