A thunder suddenly sounded, and after a loud boom, there was a noise in the distance.
Morris, who was thinking about the problem while driving, was startled by the sudden movement. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the noise, and vaguely saw a thick cloud of smoke over a building in the distance.
Smoke rises.
It seemed like lightning set the roof on fire - bad weather, bad luck.
The building was in the direction he was heading. Morris couldn't help but muttered a curse, then chose another side road and drove in.
However, not long after he drove, he saw a few crazy wolf dogs suddenly emerging from the alley in front of him, and a drunken man holding a stick followed the crazy dogs. The drunk man saw the car driving.
When the car entered the alley, it immediately rushed up to it, cursing and waving the stick in its hand, as if it was about to intercept it.
"Where did this madman come from..." Morris frowned immediately and honked the horn hard to make the drunk man wake up and get out of the way. However, after hearing the horn sound, the drunkard became even more indifferent and rushed to the front of the car with curses.
In front, he swung his stick and hit the machine cover.
Morris was startled by the bang and seemed to suddenly react. He immediately stared into the drunk man's eyes and shouted in a low voice: "Modazzolo's geometric law!"
The complex and chaotic knowledge and memories suddenly poured into the drunkard's mind, and set off a short-term thinking storm in his superficial consciousness. I am afraid that the reckless man did not even use addition and subtraction of more than two digits on weekdays.
, then he immediately let out a painful and frightened cry and ran away crazily.
Morris immediately restarted the car, passed directly over the mad dogs that were still barking wildly on the roadside, and rushed towards the increasingly gloomy street ahead.
After getting rid of the temporary trouble, Morris's face did not relax at all. A sudden large ditch appeared in his field of vision, and a steam pipe beside the road suddenly burst. After the hot air blocked the way, his terrible expression
The feeling was finally confirmed.
It's not that the weather suddenly turned bad, it's not that trouble suddenly appeared, it's not that I just had bad luck today.
There is something stopping me—preventing me, the "truth-seeker", from moving forward.
This is not a strong obstruction, nor is it a direct fatal threat. A series of unexpected events is more like a "stress response", like an automatically running warning rule.
How does this warning rule take effect? How did "they" find themselves? Is it because of their "awakening"? Or is it a specific action?
He was only vaguely aware of the truth and did not directly confront the mastermind behind the scenes, so he encountered a series of "obstructions". What about Fanna? What did she discover and what happened to her that caused her whole person to disappear?
In the real dimension?
Morris recited Lachem's holy name silently, and checked a few colored stones on his wrist out of the corner of his eye. He drove around the obstacle in front of him and directly chose an avenue leading to the fourth block and drove all the way.
On the open and straight road, how do "they" plan to hinder themselves?
Morris blinked, and suddenly, he saw a figure other than himself in the rearview mirror.
A "man" wearing a tattered ascetic robe, with a body as skinny as a skeleton and a weird smile on his face was sitting in the back seat. Through the reflection in the rearview mirror, this shriveled and strange man was looking at Morris.
s eyes.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Morris," the withered and strange figure suddenly spoke, and he was actually very polite, "Where are you going?"
"I should have thought... When Mr. Duncan and I discussed the 'Wilhelm Summons Incident,' I should have thought that it was you so-called 'preachers'..." Morris slammed on the brakes and turned slightly.
He turned around and looked at the figure sitting at the back, "...when did you sneak into this car?"
"It's hard to say, it could be yesterday, or it could be 1889 - when you and your wife first bought this car," the skinny man seemed to be smiling, and the withered flesh on his face was wrinkled.
Tuan asked, "You are in such a hurry, do you have something important to do?"
Morris responded with silence, but the skinny preacher did not take it seriously, and just continued to say politely: "No matter where you are going, please forgive me for not letting you go - but I will not take your life, after all, no matter what
Why, you also prayed to the subspace during that fire, and you can be considered half of our compatriots... Ah, you still don’t know who you were praying for at that time, do you?"
Morris's face suddenly changed twice, and finally turned into a wry smile: "I see..."
"As we often say, the subspace is the promised land. It will respond to all the wishes of all living beings and grant perfection fairly..." Evangelist Jiuyan raised a hand, said piously and gently, and then looked at
It fell on Morris, "What are you going to do next? Try to expel me? I have learned about the power given to believers by the God of Wisdom. It is said that your words can turn knowledge and memory into power, so that the spoken words can
It becomes as powerful as a bullet, I really want to see it..."
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
Six deafening gunshots suddenly exploded in the car. In the end, before the preacher could finish his words, he was turned into a corpse by a large-caliber revolver. Two of the shots were in the heart and one in the forehead.
The shriveled body quickly turned into pale fragments and scattered in the wind like dust.
Morris took out his right hand from the angle of the seat beside him, a revolver still smoking.
"I already have bullets. What nonsense can I talk to you about..."
The old scholar muttered a few words, casually changed the bullets in the revolver, and started the car again.
He knew that his journey was still difficult, and there might be something blocking him ahead - killing a preacher with a weak brain would not end it all.
This evangelist of the end may even continue to pester himself tomorrow - since this guy dares to get into this car, it means that he doesn't care about death at this moment.