A small circle instantly formed around the two people, and everyone looked like they were enjoying the show.
Just then, an association staff member in a suit came running over.
"You two have signed a contract. Please consider carefully. If you take action in the association, you will not only be expelled from the association, but also be wanted by the Governor."
Sonny nodded with a smile, and the translucent fluid on Charles' body quickly shrank into his clothes. "Mr. Charles, I really have no ill intentions."
"What on earth are you going to do?" Charles frowned. He had a premonition that if this matter was not resolved today, this guy would continue to follow him around.
Sonny pointed to the edge of the hall and motioned him to go over.
In a corner of the hall, away from the hustle and bustle, Sonny looked at Charles with a smile: "Captain Charles, how much do you know about us?"
"I can't say I know much about it, but I have heard some rumors. For example, to join your church, you have to hold an initiation ceremony, where you insert several steel needles directly into the brain from the side of the eyeball. You claim that this will gain the blessing of the Sun God."
"Mr. Charles, don't you think this ritual is very practical? In this cursed sea, the greatest danger to mankind is the fear in our brains. As long as you receive the blessing in our church, you will never feel fear again. This is why the exploration captains of our Sun God Cult have the highest survival rate."
"Then why don't you tell me, what is the mortality rate after this ritual? Is this a blessing or a curse? Forget about your God of Light. I'm asking you, do you know what the sun looks like?"
"Of course." Sonny pointed to his forehead. "This is what my Lord looks like."
Looking at the white triangle, Charles almost laughed out loud. "The sun is a triangle?"
"Why not? This is the answer given by the oracle."
"The sun is round! You bastard!" Charles' voice rose higher.
"You've seen it? Why are you so sure?"
"I..." Charles managed to hold back the last few words.
Songni waved his hand in greeting. "Well, since you are not a member of our order, I don't want to argue with you about doctrine. I am here to ask you for a commission."
"Commission?"
"It won't take up too much of your time. Mr. Charles wants to go to Sodom, so he can help me deal with some people. They are also members of the Sun God Cult. It's just that their philosophies are a little different."
"Why do you know I'm going to Sodom?" Charles felt very uncomfortable with the feeling of being spied on.
Songni smiled and said, "Of course, people who are different from others will attract much attention. As long as Mr. Charles can show his sincerity, we will have more cooperation. You should be running out of funds at this time, right?"
"What if I don't agree?" Charles sneered.
"I believe Mr. Charles would agree. You would agree to cooperate with the group of deformed children of the Futan Sect. Why wouldn't Charles agree to this best of both worlds?"
"Haha." Charles touched his nose. "The Fortan priest is actually a little better than you. At least he is more polite than you."
After Charles finished speaking, he turned and left without looking back.
Logically speaking, he should have accepted the deal, as Charles really needed this funding, but firstly, he was unhappy with the guy's tone, and secondly, he didn't want to join the sectarian struggle of the cult.
As soon as Charles returned to his residence and walked in, he immediately noticed someone coming in.
He thought of something and immediately rushed to the drawer. When he opened it, he found that his diary had indeed been touched.
"Lily? What happened after I left?" Charles asked with a hint of nervousness.
"Not long after you left, she came in..." A crying voice came from under the bed.
Lily came out timidly, her hair was very messy at this moment, "It's the sister you know."
"Which sister?"
"That's the sister in the picture in your diary."
"Anna?!" Charles' pupils shrank to the smallest. He quickly rushed to Lily and took her in his hands.
"Are you sure it's her? Or does she just look similar?"
"It's really her. She even wrote something on the back of the painting. Mr. Charles, why didn't you tell me that the sister was not a human but a monster?"
Charles threw away the mouse in his hand and quickly took out the picture from his diary. He turned it over and saw neat Chinese characters appear in front of him.
"I didn't expect you to draw a portrait for me. You've already said I'm a fake, but you're still thinking about it."
"In fact, when I saw that painting, I was quite happy. Even though the man I loved was dead, he still missed me."
"Gao Zhiming, I am fake, and the relationship between you and me is also fake. Everything is fabricated by the Diwa tribe."
"I know what you are thinking now. You must be saying, you don't care that I am fictional, and you want to help me get rid of the monster's control?"
"But you are wrong. I am the monster, and the monster is me. We are inseparable."
"The Diwa tribe has no brains, and they rely on instinct to hunt and survive. When we need to think, we create a consciousness, and I am the consciousness I created."
"I miss you so much now and want to be by your side all the time. I believe you miss me too, but we both know that even the feeling of missing someone is fake."
"I came here today to have a breakup with you, but since you're not there, forget it."
"I don't want to be controlled by false emotions. I plan to go to Earthsea to find the meaning of my existence. Don't come to me. Just go and look for your surface."
Zhao Jiajia stayed.
PS (By the way, if you find other women, don’t let me find out, otherwise I really won’t be able to resist eating them.)
Charles, whose mind was in a mess, threw away the drawing paper in his hand, and asked the white mouse next to him with red eyes: "How long has she been gone?"
"About half an hour."
Charles rushed out without saying a word, bit his thumb hard with his teeth, and wiped it on the mirror. His body changed rapidly, and a huge bat began to glide rapidly and low in the air.
In a dark alley, Anna, wearing a beautiful red dress, looked at the bats in the sky, with yellow-green tears in the corners of her eyes.
Just then, a strong arm rested on her fair shoulders. "How many echoes a night, little girl?"
Anna gently wiped away her tears, turned around and looked at the drunkard, "Two hundred per session, eight hundred for the whole night."
Seeing Anna's angelic face, the drunkard was stunned for a moment. He reacted and untied his belt excitedly. "Eight hundred is eight hundred!! I want it!!"
Anna walked towards him with a smile, the fair skin on her back had cracked, and tentacles with black roots slowly stretched out.
(End of this chapter)