After slowly sprinkling the carefully selected sea salt on the freshly fried meat, Bucky picked up the plate, placed it in front of him, took a deep breath, and enjoyed the aroma of the cooked meat.
Nothing satisfies him more than having a special cutlet for breakfast in the morning.
Meat is justice!
But just as Bucky was about to start, the video phone behind him suddenly rang.
Mr. Besson, who is not only the "high priest" (self-proclaimed) of the "religion", but also the general manager of the manor, called and said that Mr. Saint Franco had come to visit.
This immediately cleared Bucky's good mood. Because it reminded him of the horrific memory of being naked on the rooftop. Yes, it was the thing that happened last night.
In the end, Bucky still didn't buy the answer from the club pad.
It's not because he really can't bear to part with those 100,000 units of faith, but because the faith he currently has is only a little over 30,000 units.
Why?
Of course, it's because he bought a refrigerator full of special meat early. The 'Messenger of God' likes to eat meat very much. He can't live without meat for five meals a day. This is something that almost everyone in the manor knows.
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And the cold storage used to store the rations of the 'Messenger of God' is guarded 24 hours a day.
At present, due to the large-scale purchase of goods, Bucky does not have many faith units on hand, and he is really unable to answer the question that requires 100,000 units to buy.
However, Brother Ming is obviously not the one who caused himself to be unconscious on the rooftop for no apparent reason. Otherwise, how would he need the answers to the 100,000 units later?
"I feel so unhappy..." Bucky frowned, and after thinking for a while, he directly ordered: "Besson, ask him to wait for me in the living room for a while."
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When the 'Messenger of God' appeared in front of Mr. Saint-France, it had been two full weeks since Mr. Saint-France had visited the manor.
"I'm really sorry. I'm used to praying to my God after waking up in the morning." Bucky appeared in front of people with a smile and said humbly: "I really feel sorry for keeping Mr. St. Franco waiting for so long."
"Perhaps it is because of your piety, the messenger, that you can become the person who received the oracle." Mr. Saint-France smiled slightly at this time and said the right compliment.
"I wonder why Mr. Saint-France came to see me early?" Bucky asked in a nonchalant manner, while looking at Miss Cosney who came with Mr. Saint-France.
Mr. Saint-Franc suddenly said at this time: "Messenger, there are some things about last night. Can I talk to you alone?"
Bucky hesitated a little, but Mr. Besson said seriously: "I'm sorry, Mr. Saint-France, you are not yet a believer in my church and cannot meet the messenger alone."
Mr. Saint-France, who obviously did not expect Mr. Besson to interrupt so suddenly, frowned at this moment, but saw that Mr. Besson's eyes were impartial, neither humble nor arrogant, which made Mr. Saint-France look a little confused.
"It's okay, Besson." Unexpectedly, Bucky ordered at this moment: "I also happen to have something to discuss with Mr. Saint-France alone. You all should go out first."
"Okay!" Mr. Besson agreed without saying a word. At the same time, he walked in front of Miss Cosney and made a gesture of invitation. It seems that Mr. Besson really carried out the messenger's instructions meticulously, leaving no room for turning.
nor.
Soon, only Bucky and Mr. Saint-Franc were left in the living room.
But Bucky suddenly smiled slightly, then pointed to the sofa next to him and said, "Let's stop standing and sit down."
Mr. Saint-France nodded and had no objection, but he carefully looked at the sofa area. In fact, since he came in, he had been cautious and did not even take a sip of the water brought by the servant.
Because it is already known that the envoy is a master of hypnosis, then any furnishings in the living room may become props for hypnosis, or may bring psychological suggestions.
But nothing here seems to have achieved that kind of effect... For example, there are no floors of alternating tones, no bells that ring repeatedly, and no paintings that can deceive the perspective. There are not even any placed here.
mural.
As for smell... Mr. Saint-France is a person who is very sensitive to smells. He has also undergone a variety of smell discrimination training, but it seems that there is no such thing.
Then, maybe only language is left, as long as you keep your mind clear...
Mr. Saint-France smiled slightly, and then sat down, but he didn't know that the moment he sat down, his eyes had become completely empty, and his thoughts also stayed at this moment.
Bucky yawned and lazily sat down in front of Mr. Saint-Franc. The moment Mr. Saint-Franc walked towards the sofa area, Bucky had already thrown a charm spell at Mr. Saint-Franc without saying a word.
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Convenient and save trouble.
"Slap yourself and see." Bucky said suddenly.
I saw Mr. Saint-France's eyes were dull, but he suddenly raised his palm, and then hit himself hard. But when he was about to hit him, Bucky suddenly shouted to stop.
The palm of his hand was less than half a centimeter away from Mr. Saint-France's cheek, which was very dangerous.
Bucky nodded with satisfaction. Only those who have been charmed can have this kind of reaction. This is because the subject who has been charmed will only act according to orders and will not think through his own brain.
Only by conditional launch can it stop in time.
As for why he was asked to stop... of course it was so that Brother Ming wouldn't suspect anything because he felt pain in his cheek after he woke up.
Bucky has been dealing with Ming Ge for several years and is very aware of Ming Ge's seemingly frivolous but cautious character.
"Now let's talk about serious things, Brother Ming." Bucky smiled now and said, "How did I leave last night? Do you know?"
Mr. Saint-France said without emotion: "I don't know. According to Cosni, the messenger had disappeared after she woke up."
Bucky was stunned for a moment, then frowned. It was not Brother Ming's hand. This could now be completely confirmed...but it also became more confusing.
Do you have to wait until you have earned 100,000 units of faith to know the answer?
But how much meat can one hundred thousand units of faith buy...
Bucky breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked directly: "Brother Ming, how did you become Mr. St. Franco... What are you planning now? Also, I heard that you want to be the president?"
Then, Mr. Saint-France told in detail how he transformed from one of the backbone of the Imperial Capital Headquarters to a great philanthropist.
It turned out that as early as when he was working with Bucky at the Imperial Headquarters, Ming Ge had already planned to clear his name, so he had been doing some things secretly as Mr. Saint Franco until Ming Ge was arrested and imprisoned.
Mr. Saint-France gradually became more active.
As for the question of why Brother Ming can still play the identity of Mr. Saint Franco so happily in prison, Bucky has no interest in knowing at all. You know, he himself did not live a comfortable life when he was in prison.
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"I do want to be president..."
"A wise man should wait for the higher ground."
"If I can use the messenger and his network, it will be very helpful to me in my candidacy. This is also the purpose of my coming here today."
"Kesini is indeed my adopted daughter, but I have never touched her. But she is very dependent on drugs, so I won't worry about her betraying me."
"After becoming president, what I want to do is..."
When Mr. Saint-France answered this question, Bucky suddenly saw some struggle on his face.
"What I want to do is... is... is..."
The struggling expression on Mr. St. Franco's face became more intense, which made Bucky frown.
This is because this charm spell was already explained when purchasing it. That is, if you encounter a particularly strong-willed person and touch the bottom line of such a person's heart, it may become ineffective.
"Stop, I'm not interested in knowing what you plan to do after becoming president." Bucky said quickly at this time.
Mr. Saint-Franc's expression gradually became dull.
Bucky was thinking about something and glanced at Mr. Saint-France from time to time. Finally, Bucky made a decision.
…
The messenger and Mr. Saint-France chatted in the living room for a full hour and a half, and finally they walked out hand in hand.
Even before Mr. Saint-France left, the smile on his face never disappeared.
Bucky was in the manor watching Mr. St. Franco and Miss Cosney's car slowly drive out, with a smile on his face. Ming Ge didn't realize that he had confessed many things. When he woke up,
So he followed his original plan and had an exchange with Bucky about working together.
Bucky agreed without saying a word, which seemed to be within Mr. Saint-Franc's expectation...
"Well... Although Brother Ming is awake, if I don't remove the charm on him, it will be like there is a bomb buried in his body. Hehe, he will not be able to escape my control." Bucky said.
Then I happily thought that in this case, there would be no problem in putting Brother Ming on the throne of the country.
I am really so witty!
But at this moment, Mr. Besson ran in in a panic, gasping: "Messenger! Messenger! Another 'Messenger of God' is here to find you!"
"Oh, another 'Messenger of God' came to see me? Well, I got it, let me meet you in the reception room... What did you say??"
"Another, another 'Messenger of God'!" Mr. Besson looked excited, "Really! I have already seen her miraculous power! It's really exciting!"
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In the venue where the special research team of the pharmaceutical company is located, Mr. Blind is reading the last observation report of Natasha, a living zombie, because in a few hours, he will rush to the airport to meet the Song family there.
Then return to China.
There is also a deputy leader of the research team in the office. His name is Oki Harutaka. He is in his early thirties and is of Japanese descent.
This person is very outstanding. In his spare time, Mr. Blind will also give some guidance to Oki Qingtong on some pharmacological knowledge. And Ooki Qingtaka lives up to his expectations. Many of the special medicines currently used in Songjia Village are made from
Developed by Oki Harutaka himself.
"...Sir, the current degree of decay of this living zombie has reached 30%, and this degree of decay is probably irreversible." Oki Harutaka frowned at this time and said: "We have tried various methods.
Methods, but none of them worked. In addition, we extracted the cells of the living zombie and conducted various experiments, but only the internal fluid was left in the zombie's cells, and the rest of the components were dissolved in the internal fluid. It
It doesn’t even have neural activity... We really can’t figure out what principle it is based on to be able to move, and it also has a strong preference for fresh flesh and blood.”
"If it can be understood simply, this kind of thing will obviously not become mysterious." Mr. Blind said calmly at this time, and at the same time slowly closed the blind report on his hand, "That's it, first of all
It is immersed in a liquid nitrogen tank and preserved first. I will be away for a while. The research on living zombies will be started after I come back."
"Okay." Oki Harutaka nodded.
At this time, Song Da walked in from outside. As usual, Song Da took a look at the living zombie Natasha.
"Blind man, the car is ready, and the humble house is also ready. It's almost time to set off."
"I understand." Mr. Blind nodded, then looked towards Omu Harutaka, "Do as I say."
"yes!"
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Dark red blood slowly flowed out from Song Haoran's wrist.
It was not like what Song Haoran said. When he did not come during this period, someone would still send blood to Gloria. Therefore, during this period of time, Gloria was very hungry.
When Song Haoran arrived, Gloria had already collapsed on the bed, a bit like an anorexic patient, as if she had lost weight.
Song Haoran didn't say anything, he just walked up to her, cut his wrist open, and let the blood fall from the first few drops, and then finally to a thin line, poured into Gloria's mouth.
"Don't worry, someone will really bring you food in the next period of time."
Gloria regained some energy, but ignored Song Haoran's words. During this period, she almost caused the man to collapse from torture. Not only did she tell everything about the vampire world, but she even told some things that she didn't want to tell. She also revealed her reason and vampire instinct.
He was told because of his defeat in the confrontation.
"Miss Gloria, would you like to consider using my power as a human being?" Before leaving, Song Haoran suddenly chuckled, reached out and lifted Gloria's chin, and whispered.
Gloria looked at Song Haoran in surprise. He didn't know where this man got the confidence to use his strength?
"With you?" This was the first thing she said after Song Haoran arrived today.
"Anyway, judging from your mother's situation, no matter how hard you try, there is no way to save your mother who has suffered on your behalf. At most, her sentence will be reduced."
Song Haoran shrugged and said: "But for things like conviction, sometimes there is no real crime at all. Since the punishment is in the hands of those in power, if you can resist, you won't be so afraid that you will make a mistake and cause your mother's death.
The sentence will be longer because of this...right?"
Gloria bit her lip tightly.
"Think about it carefully." Song Haoran suddenly smiled softly and patted Gloria on the head: "I hope that when I come back, I can hear a good answer."
The door that closed Gloria was slowly closed again, and the cell was filled with deathly silence and darkness.
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"Master Qiu, the car is ready."
The servant's voice came from outside the door.
Not long after, Luo Qiu walked out of the room, holding a stack of more than a dozen thread-bound books in his hands. "Excuse me, can you put them back in Mr. Song's study? Where did you take them out? I have already
It’s marked on each one, so it shouldn’t be difficult.”
"Master Qiu, just say it, you don't need to be so careful!" The servant was shocked and quickly took the stack of books from Luo Qiu's hand, and at the same time ordered another servant who came with him,
"Why don't you hurry up and carry Master Qiu's luggage!"
"No need, I can just take it myself. There isn't much." Luo Qiu just smiled.
Indeed, when he arrived, he didn't have much luggage, only a small suitcase, and now he left with the same small suitcase.
He then asked the servant to go about his own business, saying that he should remember the way out.
It’s really a nice place, Luo Qiu thinks so.
At this time, a woman with long black hair walked slowly in the corridor, carrying a simple suitcase in her hand. When she saw Luo Qiu approaching, she stopped where she was.
It's Song Ying.
She didn't know when she dyed her bright pink-purple hair back to black, and then simply tied it into a ponytail.
"What are you still doing? I'm waiting for you!" Song Ying shouted from a distance.
Luo Qiu dragged his suitcase and walked a few steps quickly and looked at Song Ying.
"What?" Song Ying stared.
Luo Qiu said: "It's a bit surprising."
Song Ying rolled her eyes and said, "Isn't that natural? After all, you have to go back to your ancestral graves to worship your ancestors, so you have to be dignified!"
"That's right." Luo Qiu smiled and nodded, "Then let's go, it's really not good to keep them waiting for a long time."
"Black... doesn't black look good..." Song Ying turned her face sideways and her fingers curled into her bangs without knowing when, and she couldn't help but sigh.
"Quite good looking."
"Thank you." Song Ying smiled sweetly.
Luo Qiu thought it was good to end this part of his trip to South America with this smile.
