Gad glanced at him with some vigilance. Schiller shook his head and said, "I don't want to get any secrets from you. I just want to know the whole process. If I were the Pope's man, I would know the whole thing."
The process is meaningless to me.”
Gad seemed to think what he said was reasonable. He sighed and said, "I am not a great prophet at all. I was just an ordinary special affairs investigator."
Schiller listened carefully to his accent and then said: "Are you Italian?"
"Yes, I am a native of Rome. I worked in the Vatican before. I was an introducer in the museum at first, then transferred to the Archives, and then joined the Investigation Department..."
"What does this department do?"
"Actually, I am just a handyman. If I have to say it, I want to understand the global religious trends, including the trends of some regional-level bishops. You can think of it as a combination of the public relations department and the personnel department."
"Then what?"
"Do you know about that hotel incident many years ago?"
"I've heard a little bit about it."
"I was new here at the time and had no background. The superiors wanted to use this incident for publicity and asked me to go over and take some photos for interviews."
"You entered the hotel?"
"I didn't want to go in." Gad sighed and said, "But they were not satisfied with the photos I took and the people I interviewed, and they wanted me to get some more in-depth information."
"At that time, I just heard that the hotel was haunted, but I didn't actually believe it. I thought they were spreading rumors, so I broke into the hotel at night when the police were resting..."
"Then you found out that the hotel was not actually haunted, but that many strange events occurred. There were monsters in every room. Did those monsters kill the victims?"
Gad glanced at Schiller in surprise, but nodded and said, "That's right, but I was lucky. I didn't encounter any powerful monsters, and I escaped from there alive."
"Have you told the church all this?"
"Yes, they didn't believe it at first, but later, they sent more people in, and some survivors said exactly the same thing as me, so they had to believe it."
"The weird incidents all over the world are probably caused by the church using the monsters in the hotel, right?"
"That's right!" Gad said with some excitement: "They released the monsters in the room and let them cause tragedies, and then the church came out to deal with them. This created the church's current status."
"Very good, I have one last question." Schiller looked at Gad's face and asked: "The hotel massacre happened about 80 years ago. How old are you?"
Gad opened his mouth and said, "You won't believe me when I say I'm almost 100 years old, but I was indeed born in 1911..."
Gad actually looked very young, probably around 20 years old. Schiller remembered that there was also a report about the great prophet in that book. Many believers respected him so much because his appearance, which had remained youthful for decades, made them think
The Great Prophet is truly the chosen one.
If he was born in 1911, and the hotel tragedy occurred around 1930, then he probably has not aged since he entered the hotel to investigate.
Gad pursed his lips and said: "I don't know if you are a person sent by the Pope. If you are, you must tell him again that what happened to me was an accident. He cannot obtain a longer life through cult rituals...
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Seeing Gad's attitude, Schiller understood what was probably going on.
The current pope should be about the same age as Gad, maybe even older than Gad. He is actually going to be 100 years old this year, and his lifespan is considered to be close to the limit of human beings.
But obviously, the Pope is a normal old man. According to relatively recent news reports, he is already in a wheelchair and has almost lost all mobility.
But this Gad, who is almost the same age as him, still maintains a youthful appearance, and even looks like it will continue to remain so. Isn't this the immortality that humans dream of?
"The Pope wants to extract the method of immortality from you?"
Gad nodded and said, "I said I had nothing to say, but he didn't believe me. Instead, he firmly believed that my immortality was related to what happened in that hotel."
Schiller narrowed his eyes and said, "If you say it has nothing to do with it, no one will believe it, right?"
"It is indeed related, but it is not a sacrificial ceremony at all. He got it completely wrong."
"What did he do wrong?"
Gad opened his mouth, looked at Schiller's expression, hesitated for a moment and then said: "I know you may not believe me if I say it, but what happened to Faraynes was not an accident."
"What's the meaning?"
"He felt that the tragedy that happened in the hotel was a sacrificial ceremony, and I gained the benefits of the sacrifice so that I could stay young."
"He wants to recreate this sacrificial ceremony?"
"That's right." Gad nodded and said, "Do you remember how many people died in the hotel?"
"I remember there were more than 200 bodies found."
"Actually, it's more than that. The vast majority of people have disappeared. Some have been seen thousands of kilometers away, and all of them have gone crazy. The total number of victims should be more than 500."
Schiller seemed to have remembered something and said: "The Pope also wants to sacrifice so many people to obtain immortality like you?"
Gad nodded and said: "Yes, this is one of the reasons why he frequently causes weird events around the world. He wants to use special methods to kill those objects that he thinks should be sacrificed."
Schiller and Batman looked at each other and immediately thought of the so-called curse on them, that is, they would go crazy once their mental health dropped to rock bottom.
"Have you heard about the curse?" Schiller tried to ask.
"What curse?"
"Once you witness some weird events or some scary things, you will be mentally harmed and eventually go crazy."
Gad gave them a rather strange look and said, "If you don't go crazy when you see something scary, why don't you want to get more and more excited as you look at it?"
"I mean, have you ever heard of such a curse?"
"No, but your description sounds like an inspired constitution."
"Inspired physique?"
"Yes, some people are born to see more things than others, but when faced with unspeakable horror, they will also be hurt more seriously than others."
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Schiller caught the fleeting special look on Gad's face, so he asked: "Do you have this kind of constitution?"
Gad nodded slowly and said, "That's why I was brought here. There should be a few unlucky guys like me who were brought here by him and then sacrificed by him."
"Are you saying that the Pope believes that sacrificing people with these inspired physiques can lead to eternal life like yours?"
"It seems so. He has already done this, and it seems to have bought him a lot of life. Otherwise, he would not be alive today."
"But that's not the method you used."
Of course not, Gad sighed and said: "I didn't say I was completely innocent, and the method I used was not very legitimate, but it was a helpless move. I never want to repeat this nightmare, but he didn't believe it.
I, he felt that the benefits I gained outweighed the torture I suffered."
"But you don't think so."
"Yes." Gad took a deep breath, his tone was a little trembling, and he said: "If possible, I would like to exchange with him. I want to die of old age peacefully, but I don't want to..."
"You don't want anything?"
Gad pursed his lips and stopped talking, but Batman next to him said: "He made a deal with a terrifying existence. To be precise, he is no longer a human being, but a dependent of the outer gods. Naturally, he is immortal and immortal."
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Gad suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Batman in disbelief,
"Don't worry about it." Schiller said: "Theoretically, we are all dependents of the outer god. He just called Dagon, and I made a deal with Naiya. What is the name of the outer god in your family?
name?"
Gad stared, opened his mouth, and gestured with his fingers in the air for a long time and said: "Wait a minute, this shouldn't be very taboo and dirty..."
"You've done everything, so don't add any more moral burden to yourself." Schiller said calmly: "Human beings who make deals with alien gods will not end well, but before tragedy strikes, we still have to remain optimistic.
mentality, or you can ask the outside god now if he knows the two of us."
"This is simply a fantasy!" Gad said: "They are incommunicable. They, they are extremely terrifying and indescribable..."
"Okay, Naiya, show him your skills." Schiller said, snapping his fingers.
In an instant, there was a tall black man on the sofa in the living room, holding a book in his hand. He looked at Schiller with golden eyes and said: "Are you really not going to read this novel? Bruce said it is very exciting.
, and are willing to pay for it.”
"Didn't you see that I'm busy now?" Schiller was a little impatient and said, "I'll talk about it when I'm free."
"I knew that was the case," said the black man, "that's why I didn't want to advance my power to you."
After saying that, he disappeared.
Gad next to him had a look of horror on his face, and Schiller didn't know what he saw. Anyway, it must have been Naiya's way of showing off. If the Outer Gods had a school, Naiya should be a professor of "Scare Anthropology."
Gad finally came back to his senses. His expression was a little complicated. After a while, he sighed and said, "I thought what I faced was terrifying enough, but I didn't expect you..."
"Okay, let's talk about that person of yours."
"I met Him in the hotel. To be precise, I encountered a symbol. I felt the power in the symbol. At the critical moment, I summoned Him..."
"I saw a black figure wearing a cloak standing under the huge dark stalagmite. His head was an irregular black lump, and his eyes were shining with green light."
"Under that huge cloak, I saw black bat wings, and countless night terrors sucking milk. They were flying around like nestlings waiting to be fed..."
"I felt the warmth of my mother's arms. I desperately wanted to escape from this dangerous hell, return to His arms, and receive His gifts. So I saw myself stretching out my wings and flying closer and closer to Him.
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"I became one of those nightmares, feeling His milk flow into my stomach, replacing all my blood, making me peaceful and happy..."
"When I woke up, I found that all the wounds on my body were healed. From then on, I could see him every night, and I lingered in his arms..."
"Later I knew that when I saw Him in my dream, my blood would leave me and devour the souls of other humans and drown them..."
"His name is lingering in my mind - 'Ibo Zittel'."