Monument Island is closed to tourists. All people who come to pay homage to the Holy Face of the Lamb should stop at the tourist square in front of Memorial Island. The Columbia Police Department has designated a restricted area here, with iron walls and iron gates, as well as patrol guards.
This won't work, Mr. Booker muttered in a low voice, he must find a way to sneak in.
The Colombian guards were very loyal to the prophet, and it was about three or four stories high, so Booker found the guard captain and asked him to meet alone during his lunch break, and spent a sum of money enough to buy three or four stories.
With the money, he successfully bribed this person.
"Brother, you are making things difficult for us. The great prophet explicitly prohibited it... Well, but I think you are a gentleman with high moral standards... Oh! Your generosity and kindness are eye-catching... Okay, okay
Come on! Please come with me, change into security equipment, and just go in quietly."
It seems that piety to the prophet in private is not as useful as reverence for the dollar. Mr. Booker understands the guard captain's idea: it must be just right. If it is a group of guards, in public, Booker believes that among them
The vast majority of the people will definitely give their loyalty to the Prophet without any reservation, they will be willing to die for the Prophet's word, and they are willing to dedicate all their property to Colombia.
But this is privately. Booker regards himself as a despicable and dark thief, a devil who seduces corruption, a false shepherd who wants to take away the lamb, and the guard of the lamb has escaped the gaze of the prophet and escaped from the huge
The community's gaze allowed Mr. Booker to take advantage of the situation. The candidate he selected was also very suitable. The price of bribing a garrison captain was not the same as the price of bribing a small patrol guard.
Why is it that the little guard who is conscientious, always vigilant, loyal to the prophet, not afraid of sacrifice, and always on the front line gets only a fraction of the money, while the captain who sits behind a luxurious office chair and eats all day long and does nothing gets the big deal?
Is it because he is lazy? Obviously not, Mr. Booker feels pity for the sweat of these loyal guards.
Is it because he can't understand the prophet's thoughts? Of course not, the low-level guards will carry out the prophet's orders meticulously, and after work, they will praise the prophet's kindness in a low voice.
So why?
It's because they're not smart enough. Maybe that's the case. There's no problem with their intelligence, but they have too little knowledge. Mr. Benjamin, the captain of the defense in front of Booker, is a smart man. He knows what kind of system he lives in.
, knowing that the system itself is quite ridiculous. When the people below are afraid to reveal their second thoughts, these senior officials will already comment on the prophet's decision in the cigar room.
After all, this is the twentieth century. What date was 1912? The world was in a turbulent time. The residents of Colombia were basically immigrants from the surface. A considerable number of them were well-educated, and many things were tacitly understood. Kang
What Mstock did was not new. The only thing that made him appear magical was that he could really predict.
Colombia's bones are selfish, Colombia's flesh is self-interested, even its skin is too dazzlingly pale, but it is covered with a sacred fig leaf. Such a fig leaf is so useful that it can make people
The Angsa people are united into a twisted core that uses their faith as an excuse to persecute and humiliate other peoples in the world without any scruples.
Booker DeWitt felt ashamed and painful for this. It is difficult to imagine a pure child living in such an environment for a long time. By the way, there are even cigarettes specially made for children to smoke in Colombia! No.
You know what a paranoid you can become.
Now he was wearing a neat police uniform, with a Mauser gun and a magnetic skyhook on his waist. He followed the guard captain Mr. Benjamin and passed through the iron wall in the name of routine inspection.
After all this effort, he finally arrived inside Monument Island at around 1:10 in the afternoon.
Mr. Benjamin took him to visit the facilities on the island. The main body of the memorial island is a hollow bronze statue of Lamb. The shape of the statue is that of a teenage girl with two wings on her back. It is said that it was made based on the appearance of Lamb himself. The statue has a sunny smile.
She is generous and has a strong Virgin temperament, which is very consistent with her "persona" of carrying the mission of redeeming Sodom.
The base of the Lamb Statue is an experimental hall. Pass through the dimly lit vestibule deep in the trees, and enter the vestibule from the high and wide main entrance. It is a bit messy and unattended. It seems that something unexpected happened. The captain said, "You are here very soon."
Fortunately, if it were any other day, there would be many scientists here, and you wouldn’t have the opportunity to visit in such a relaxed way.”
"So what exactly happened? The chairs were overturned and no one was cleaning up."
"Ah, originally there was a nigger named Taber who was responsible for cleaning here, but something happened to him. Sir, I must make it clear to you that you are not allowed to go deep here, and I will not take you to the top of the tower.
To disturb the lamb’s life”
"Of course, of course, I'm just a devout believer. But, I really want to pay homage to the holy face of the Lamb..." Mr. Booker awkwardly took out a pure finger-sized ruby and tossed it in his hand. The bright red
The gem caught Mr. Benjamin's eyeballs, making his eyes flutter up and down.
"Well, I can see that you are definitely... Well, please come with me." Benjamin quickly stuffed the ruby into his boot, and then led Booker to the experimental area with stumbling steps and joy.
door.
What you see is not a bright palace, but piles of experimental equipment.
There is a large amount of experimental data, experimental samples, strange mechanical devices and scientific research equipment. The hall seems to be the belly of some kind of giant electronic whale, filled with organs from other worlds, making all first-time visitors feel unfortunate.
Mr. Benjamin is obviously accustomed to everything here. He is like an amateur tour guide who will try his best to tell Booker some of the information he knows.
"This blackboard records the changes in size of the lamb as it grows, you see, at one, five, eleven and seventeen years old."
Booker: "How old is she now?"
"She must be twenty years old, yes, that's right, twenty years old. The first lady gave birth to a lamb in 1892."
Booker: "She has been living in the tower for all these years and has never been out?"
"To prevent the lambs from being seduced by false shepherds, you know. This is the decision of the prophet. Oh, please follow me, don't be left behind, and don't be too surprised."
In the next room stood a giant siphon device, with surging current flowing through the motor on top of the machine. The air was full of ozone smell and annoying noise. Benjamin didn't know much about this device, but he only said that it was about
Some kind of conversion machine that can convert samples into different forms at different times.
There are only three samples in the device, each of which is labeled. Sample No. 1 is a small stuffed bear, labeled "4-year-old companion"; Sample No. 2 is a notebook, labeled "Collection of Poems for 11-year-old"; Sample No. 3 is a notebook labeled "Collection of Poems for 11-year-old";
The sample was a blood-stained menstrual belt, labeled "menarche at the age of 14."
Booker: "So her life is closely monitored, right?"
"No, please don't say that! We are just faithfully fulfilling the prophet's orders and always paying attention to the changes in the Lamb, that's all."
Booker suddenly laughed, and the sharp laughter startled him. Benjamin even said bluntly: "Your laughter just now was like the cry of a raven."
"Perhaps it's because I used the raven potion." Booker hesitated and quietly released his hand from the handle of the Mauser. He smiled brightly, "Let's go to the next place to see."
Next he saw the blood collection laboratory and the imaging room. The lambs were closely monitored, secretly photographed without their knowledge, and subjected to physical experiments.
Therefore, this monument island is basically an experimental base for inhumanity and a research institute for supernatural powers.
Booker saw that the girl in the photo was Elizabeth. He carefully observed her face and expression, and suddenly burst into sharp and unconscious laughter again. "Ahem, let's go inside and have a look."
Benjamin shook his head, "You can't go any further in. Beyond that is the observation area, where you can directly observe the Lamb himself." As he said this, his eyes were fixed on Booker's lips.
Booker poked his head behind him, "Hey, is that the cleaner you were talking about?"
Benjamin turned and looked, "Where? Where's that nigger?"