Chapter 471 The multiverse crisis caused by the pharaoh
Harley said in a complicated tone: "When will it be executed?"
"five minutes later."
"I asked you to tell him before, right? I will meet him after he dies.
You go and tell him that I will find him in ten minutes." Harley said.
The prosecutor swallowed and said harshly: "Mr. Quinn wants to see you alive. He seems to be a little afraid of ghosts."
Harley said speechlessly: "He is the ghost, I am the living person."
"Well, he heard rumors that you used black magic to punish your enemies, and he was afraid that he would be dragged into hell by black magic.
He is anxious to see you, and maybe he also wants you to stop torturing his soul with black magic." The prosecutor groaned.
Harry sighed, "Does he still want to go to heaven? Tell him clearly that he will go to hell 100%, and I will pull him up from hell to speak, instead of using magic to curse him to hell."
"There was a pastor on site to see him off and said that the Lord would forgive him," the prosecutor said.
"Get out of that priest who is full of lies." As soon as she cursed, Harry's heart moved again, and she immediately said: "Forget it, the priest lies to comfort the prisoners and let them not get too excited, because they can easily become violent when they get excited.
You tell my grandpa that in ten minutes, I will go to heaven to find him in person."
The prosecutor gave a few instructions to the people around him but did not hang up the phone.
"Congressman Quinn, is it true that confessing to a priest cannot atone for your sins?" he said hesitantly.
"Of course confession can atone for sins, but confession is a very high-tech job that ordinary people cannot do.
For ordinary people, practicing more good deeds and doing fewer evil deeds is the simplest and most secure method of salvation." Harry said.
"Isn't confession just about telling one's faults? What skills are needed?" the prosecutor asked.
"You are a prosecutor who studies law, so I will use the law as an example. If a person obeys the law, does he necessarily have to be a good person?"
"Good people take high moral standards as their standard. Only those with high moral standards are considered good people, and the law is only the bottom line of morality.
Just obeying the law is far from being a good person." said the black prosecutor.
"So, heaven is prepared for good people. Telling all your crimes is just to distinguish right and wrong under God's teachings, barely reaching the minimum standards of God's believers, and it is extremely far away from the sublimation of thoughts." Harley said.
At this time, a panting young prosecutor was inserted into the communication video camera, "Sir, Mr. Quinn scolded you for fooling him, saying that you are a little brat who plays with black magic, and there is no way you can go to heaven."
"Idiot, how can you talk?" the black prosecutor angrily scolded his younger brother.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Congressman, I'm sorry."
"Your Excellency, please wait, I will go and speak to the old gentleman in person." The black prosecutor hung up the phone.
A moment later, he called again, "Sir, the death penalty has been suspended because your grandfather is too excited."
"What is he excited about?"
"I told him that you really have a way to heaven. To enhance my persuasiveness, I also told him that you once had a card that could help sinners ascend to heaven.
Then he gets excited, yells and struggles, asking you to give him the card.
You said that people who die when they are emotional can easily turn into evil spirits, so I will suspend the death penalty." The prosecutor said sarcastically.
"My card has been used." Harley said.
"I also told him. He was not very excited at first, but when he heard that you would rather give the card to the dog than to him, he became irritable and ferocious. I was scared when I saw that."
"How did you know I gave the card to the dog?" Harley asked curiously.
She also planned to use the invalid card to defraud a few more unlucky people, but she didn't expect that even the prosecutor of the district prosecutor's office knew about it.
"The news I heard from Washington is known to many people."
Harry secretly scolded the angel in heaven for his big mouth, and then said: "Find a bottle of brandy and give it to Kasapa so that he can get drunk before he goes on the road."
"Can a tranquilizer be used?"
"Tranquilizers can only calm the body, and strong alcohol can make his soul tipsy," Harley said.
"Oh, that's it"
Two hours later, Hallie received an email, an official document, from Oklahoma, asking her opinion on the disposal of Kasapa's body.
Harley asked her little brother to leave Gotham overnight and help her collect the old man's body.
Then she fulfilled her promise and prepared the most advanced Kryptonian radar and the Feather of Zauliel that was not used last time.
Well, last time I planned to summon the Pharaoh and turn him into a toilet.
Today, Harley decided to give the old man a chance to escape from hell. He inherited the inheritance from his father and his son, and was reborn as a hard-working and good radar, thus repaying his upbringing (?).
"Nine Hells, listen to my call. I am the God King Quin, the mighty one of the universe, and a good friend of Little Black Bean. I can sacrifice and call this undead soul!"
After slitting the black cat's throat, Harley dropped Old Kasapa's favorite shotgun in the center of the summoning ceremony.
"Whoosh whoosh" The dark wind rises from the ground, bursts of black smoke emerge from the ground, turning into slender black snakes, surrounding the black cat, sucking it into a mummy, then hovering over the shotgun, and then slowing down after a moment
Slowly retreating into the ground.
Nothing happened.
"Could it be that the old man really couldn't bear the stimulation, harbored resentment, was filled with unwillingness, had his soul twisted, and eventually turned into an evil spirit? He didn't go to heaven or hell at the moment, and he was still wandering around the world?" Harley was stunned.
She quickly took out her mobile phone and dialed Zaulie's number.
Well, a few months ago, Boss Zha asked her for a mobile phone.
Perhaps because Harry had spent a lot of phone money these days, Zaulie was short on manpower, so this time he just muttered a few words and directly helped her check.
"It's strange. He should have gone to hell to report, but there is no trace of him in hell, and there is no trace of his evil spirit in the world." Zaulie said doubtfully: "He and the one you asked me to investigate some time ago."
"Pharaoh?" Harley asked in surprise, "Isn't he also alive and immortal?"
"Yes, he is very similar to the Pharaoh. He is obviously dead, but he is nowhere to be seen, showing a strange state of neither life nor death.
Pharaoh did not believe in Christianity, but your grandfather was an old-fashioned Christian.
Therefore, the Golden Hall has more detailed information about him.
He originally left the human world, preparing to enter the shadow realm, and then fell into hell.
But the moment he passed through the barrier between the human world and the shadow world, he was abducted by a strange force and disappeared." Zhaulie said.
Harley murmured: "The Pharaoh's case has been solved, and the Supreme Being has taken action.
However, I can understand the idea of kidnapping the Pharaoh, but Kasapa is just an ordinary person."
"Could it be that I am the target of the supreme being? After more than ten years of wandering around the world, a 'smart man' finally wants to threaten me with my relatives?"
Harley was startled, her face looked ugly at first, then quickly turned weird, and she was vaguely looking forward to it.
If he threatens her with his relatives, it means that his intelligence and force are not even as good as the Demon King of Hell.
She doesn't have to be too afraid of an enemy who is stupid and weak?
"Besides being your acquaintances, what else do Kasapa and the Pharaoh have in common?" Zaulie said: "If the Supreme Being wants to deal with you, it can just stab you to death with one finger. There is no need to go to such trouble."
Harley put aside the messy thoughts, thought rationally for a moment, and asked: "If there is a supreme being who wants to destroy a single universe in the Ten Thousand Sky Instruments, will Heaven take action to stop it?"
"Why do you say that?" Zaulie said in shock.
"Before Dr. Manhattan disappeared, he saw a blind spot in the future."
Harley repeated Dr. Manhattan's warning that day, "He seemed to have foreseen a cosmic crisis related to the Pharaoh.
Now the Pharaoh has been captured by a certain supreme being, which just confirms his conjecture."
Zaulie recalled her previous words and frowned: "Dr. Manhattan only said not to let the Pharaoh fall into the hands of the American government. He was only worried that the government's research would cause damage to the universe, not a certain person."
Big conspiracy."
Harry shook his head and said: "Manhattan made such a guess after seeing a blind spot, and the blind spot is the period of time that he cannot see through.
If you can't see through it, just make random guesses.
The wrong and omitted information not only deceived me, but also misled me.
If I had known that it was the supreme being who was targeting the Pharaoh, I wouldn't have killed him no matter what I said."
Zaulie was silent for a long time and said: "Under normal circumstances, heaven will not directly interfere with the actions of other supreme beings, but heaven will never allow any harm to the earth or the universe."
Harry said with a dull face: "Don't say this official nonsense in front of me. Let's be direct, do you care or don't care?"
Zaulie whispered: "Even if the multiverse is torn apart, Silver City will not interfere. This is a 'national policy'.
The enemy of heaven is only hell.
In other words, the purpose of heaven's existence is not to protect it, but to serve as the opposite of corruption, evil, and darkness, and to become the symbol of greatness, kindness, and light and its ultimate destination."
"In other words, you only care about matters of faith and don't act as cosmic police?" Harley said.
Zaulie nodded lightly, then shook his head, "Besides Silver City, there are also special beings that represent God's will but do not represent Silver City's attitude, such as strangers and ghosts.
They will definitely protect the Earth, no matter what dangers they face.
And they can borrow God's power without limit.
Therefore, as long as God wants to achieve something, they can definitely do it.
When I say this, do you understand?"
"Oh, you directly said that God wants to be a low-key behind-the-scenes manipulator and only interferes in the human world through white gloves. I understood it immediately," Harley said.
Zaulie hung up the video call with a dark face.
After staying in the meditation room and thinking for a whole night, Harley decided that if the sky fell on her back, she would never be a hero who silently shouldered all the troubles and troubles.
She flew to Washington and met the horse gang leader in person at the White House.
"What? Multiverse-level crisis?"
The caravan leader spit out the coffee in his mouth, "Harry, you want to write a novel again?"
"I'm not kidding."
With a serious look on her face, Harley told Dr. Manhattan's warning, Pharaoh's death due to an attack of 'acute inflammation', and Archangel Zauliel's report to her about the abnormalities in Pharaoh's soul, all "truthfully".
The horse gang leader looked at her with a complicated expression, "Do you have the power of Dr. Manhattan?"
"With the same piece of fat pork, some people will become taller and stronger and more energetic after eating it, while others will develop high blood pressure and become sickly and chubby after eating it.
Unfortunately, I, who have long since converted to God, cannot digest the power of Manhattan." Harley sighed.
"Where did the undigested power go?"
The caravan leader looked curious, with a strange desire.
Harley's mouth twitched, "Excluded from the body and evaporated into the universe. Mr. President, the focus is on the upcoming crisis!"
The caravan leader straightened his expression and asked: "About when?"
"A few years, more than ten years, not sure." Harley guessed.
If she hadn't killed him, Pharaoh would have died naturally in at least twenty years.
"How about you keep this issue and talk to the next president?" the caravan leader said.