“Sir, do you need to pray?”
Lorraine had just entered the church when she suddenly heard a young but very old voice.
This voice sounded more or less strange, as if it were a five- or six-year-old child speaking in an official voice. The young voice was full of sophistication and sophistication.
Lorraine was stunned for a moment and looked forward subconsciously.
A very thin figure of medium stature, with his back to him, and his head raised to face the cross directly in front of the church. The tragic Jesus, the holy light of mercy, shines through the colorful church glass windows, projecting a mysterious, ancient and... A feeling of ease.
This figure is wearing a priest's robe and should be the priest of this church.
"Haha, thank you, Father, no need. I just came here to escape the wind and rain." Lorraine waved her hands with a smile, and then found a seat to sit down in a very familiar manner, "I wonder if Jesus, the fraternity, is Are you going to watch me get wet in the rain outside?"
"Everything in the world is sinful. Sir, are you sure you don't need to pray or confess?" The priest still did not turn around, still looking up at Jesus on the huge cross motionlessly, speaking slowly in his young but somewhat old voice. The way.
Lorraine smiled, suddenly becoming interested in what the priest said.
"Oh? Everything in the world is sinful? Father, if all the gamblers in Omen come to pray, wouldn't God be very busy?"
"God is God and cannot die."
"Then why don't we all repent to each other? Do we have to repent to God? Believe me, no one will not be jealous of an immortal existence."
"This is also the key to the difference between God and all living things, because he is a truly philanthropic existence."
"He is philanthropic because he will not die. But people will die. Everyone is working hard to survive. If you are not careful, you will fail, and if you are not careful, you will die. Therefore, everyone has no time to be philanthropic. For An immortal existence, fraternity, may be the only thing he can do, and perhaps this is his only spiritual sustenance. So, it is not people who need to pray and repent, but God who needs to listen to prayers. People like to pray for their sins Looking for excuses, and God is just a lonely god."
"..." Hearing this, the thin and even old priest hesitated for a moment. I wonder if Lorraine heard it correctly. The priest seemed to smile playfully, "Sir, what do you call me?"
"Everything in the world is guilty. You can call me a 'sinner'. In fact, I am indeed guilty. But I am not ready to repent now, because the true meaning of repentance is to correct. But I have chosen a certain path, so it is impossible to correct. , correction will send me to see God in advance. Repentance can only alleviate the guilt in my heart, it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and is useless. I think that God will not accept my confession on the day when I really want to repent. . Rather than going to see God early, I want to live longer and go to hell later."
Lorraine's words completely aroused the priest's interest.
The thin priest finally turned around and looked at Lorraine. He squinted his eyes and looked at her for a long time. There was no expression on his face, but his narrow eyes seemed to show just the right expression. All his emotions.
Of course, this emotion was only fleeting, hidden in his seemingly calm eyes.
This is a weirdo.
This was Lorraine's first feeling about this priest.
Under the old-looking demeanor of the priest, he turned out to be a very young man with a fair face, blue eyes, and white skin. He looked a little sickly, probably because he was too thin. Another very important point is that this guy is not Chinese, but a European and American. Judging from his age, he is at most two or three years older than me, Lorraine.
"Father, you are younger than I thought."
"Mr. Sinner, you are younger than I thought."
Lorraine chuckled and shook her head, then looked back outside the church. The storm was still roaring. It seems that I need to hide in the church for a while longer. But this seems to be a good choice. This priest looks very interesting.
He couldn't understand how such a young man could have such an old look.
"Huh, with such a strong wind and rain, I guess I have to stay here until night." Lorraine shrugged helplessly, "But this seems quite interesting. A sudden wind and rain made me enter a church I had never entered before. This It really feels like God’s arrangement.”
"Mr. 'Sinner', actually you don't need to wait so long." The young priest walked slowly behind Lorraine, squinting his eyes for a moment to see the violent storm outside, and then walked deep into the door. He took a deep breath and said, "According to my observation, this typhoon should leave Omen within two hours."
"Oh? Why do you see it?"
"It is judged based on wind speed, wind direction, and air humidity."
"Haha, but looking at your behavior just now, Mr. Father, it seems more like judging by vision and smell. If your judgment is accurate, wouldn't you be a mobile weather observer?"
"No, weather observers have errors. Even the most sophisticated and sophisticated weather observers in the world currently have an error rate of up to 93.7%. And my personal observations and inferences, The accuracy rate can reach 98.5%. However, according to practice, I have made thousands of weather forecasts without a single error. In other words, in theory, I have errors, but in practice, I am accurate. ."
These words, coming from the mouth of a priest, really seemed a bit strange.
Lorraine smiled playfully: "Since the priest is so talented, why not go to MIT to study for a bachelor's, master's and doctoral degree in the Department of Meteorology?"
After pondering for a while, the priest seemed to have thought of something, and with a strange look in his eyes, he slowly said: "Actually, I am already a Ph.D. from MIT. But, I studied mathematics and engineering at MIT. "
Upon hearing this, Lorraine paused for a moment, then smiled.
Obviously, Lorraine thought the priest was joking, but...
Smiling, Lorraine's face became slightly depressed. He looked at the priest's serious look, and it didn't look like he was joking.
At this time, Lorraine didn't know how to continue the conversation. He coughed twice and cleared his throat. He said casually: "You are already a doctor at such a young age. Then Father, you are really a genius."
"genius?"
I don’t know why, but when he heard this word coming from Lorraine’s mouth, the priest frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes: “I hate this title.”
"Hate this title?" Lorraine's interest became more and more intense. "This is the first time I heard of it. Everyone should want to be a genius, right?"
"Yes, indeed, everyone wants to be a genius. But if you grew up in a study on the 'Genius Development Program', you might not say that. At the age of twenty-three, I obtained a Ph.D. in physics After I got my degree, I was completely tired of this so-called 'genius' life. There was no childhood, no youth, no youth, no everything, just cold computers and stacks of test questions that could bury you alive. ."
"Genius development plan?" Lorraine was stunned when he heard this, and his intuition told him that this priest was not just talking nonsense.
"..." The priest ignored Lorraine, but slowly turned around, raised his head, and looked at the cross of the church.
"..." Lorraine was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked, "If... Father, what you said is true. Then why did you choose to be a priest? As far as I know, scientists are all Not religious."
"It's not a contradiction." The priest didn't seem to be silent for too long. Hearing Lorraine's question, he changed his mind and said slowly, "Newton discovered gravity, but later he believed in God. Leonardo da Vinci was an astrophysicist , but I can draw an extremely realistic "The Last Supper". So, I am a scientist, but I can still believe in God."
"Father, you are a wise man." Lorraine suddenly said very seriously.
"A wise man? But sometimes, you will feel that wisdom can destroy a person mentally."
"Why do you say that?"
"From the day I walked into the church, I kept praying, praying to let me forget the bad memories of the first half of my life. But no matter how I prayed, I could never erase those memories. Because when I was seven years old At that time, the hippocampus in my head was exercised by the so-called Genius Project to become extremely developed and active." As he spoke, the priest gently pointed to his head. In his head, there is a section called the hippocampus. The brain organ is responsible for human memory. "Look, isn't it ironic? Everyone wants to have photographic memory, but I want to lose this terrible ability."
"So... Father, you have the ability of photographic memory?" Lorraine was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.
Never forget
Hearing this, the priest felt sad again.
Yes, he does have photographic memory, this "special ability" that makes people envious, jealous, and hateful. However, this is not innate, but through training. To this day, he can never forget how that hateful man spent several years testing his retinal response speed to the neurotransmission time of his hippocampal sensing, day after day, and passed various tests time and time again. Methods are used to perform corrective "surgery" through repeated psychological hypnosis and suggestion. That kind of giving up a free life for the word "genius" made him miserable.
Having personal freedom restricted is not the most terrifying thing.
The most terrifying thing is that the freedom of the soul is fettered. ~