After slowly sprinkling carefully selected sea salt on the freshly fried meat, Bucky picked up the plate and placed it in front of him, taking a deep breath, enjoying the aroma of cooked meat.
Nothing satisfies him more than a special grilled steak for breakfast in the morning.
Meat is justice!
But just as Bucky was about to start, the video phone behind him suddenly rang.
Not only the 'High Priest' (self-proclaimed) of the 'God Sect', but Mr. Besson, who is also the chief manager of the manor, called and said that Mr. Saint-François came to visit.
This immediately emptied Bucky's good mood. Because it reminded him of the terrifying memory of being naked on the rooftop, yes, it was what happened last night.
Bucky still didn't buy the answer from the club pad in the end.
It's not because he really doesn't want to part with the 100,000 units of faith, but because the faith he currently holds is only in the early 30,000s.
Why
Of course, it was because the "Messenger of God" liked to eat meat very much because he had bought a full freezer for special meat early on, and he couldn't do without meat for five meals a day. This is something that almost everyone in the manor knows. .
And the cold storage used to store the rations of the "God's Messenger" is guarded on duty 24 hours a day.
At present, due to the large number of purchases, Bucky does not have many faith units on hand, and he is really powerless to answer the question that it takes 100,000 units to buy.
However, Brother Ming is obviously not the one who made himself unconscious on the rooftop for no reason, otherwise, why would he need the answer of the 100,000 units later
"I'm so upset..." Bucky frowned, and after thinking for a while, he ordered directly, "Besson, ask him to wait for me in the living room."
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When the "God's Messenger" appeared in front of Mr. St. Francois, it was already two full hours since Mr. St. Francois visited the manor.
"I'm really sorry, I'm used to praying to my God after waking up in the morning." Bucky smiled and appeared in front of the people, and said humbly, "I really feel sorry for keeping Mr. Saint-François waiting so long."
"Perhaps it is because you are so devout, the envoy, that you can become the person who received the oracle." Mr. Saint-Francis smiled slightly at this time, and said just the right compliment.
"I don't know why Mr. San Fran came to see me early, so what's the matter?" Bucky asked indifferently, and at the same time glanced at Miss Ke Si Ni who came with Mr. San Fran.
At this moment, Mr. Saint-François suddenly said: "Messenger, I have something to say about what happened last night, can I talk to you alone?"
Bucky hesitated, but Mr. Besson said seriously: "I'm sorry, Mr. Saint Fran, you are not yet a believer in my church, so you cannot meet the messenger alone."
Mr. Saint-François frowned at this time, apparently not expecting that Mr. Besson would interrupt so suddenly, but seeing Mr. Besson's impartial eyes, neither humble nor overbearing, made Mr. Saint-François a little dazed.
"It's okay, Besson." Unexpectedly, Bucky ordered at this moment: "I also happen to have something to talk to Mr. Saint-François alone, you all go out first."
"Okay!" Mr. Besson agreed without saying a word, and at the same time walked in front of Miss Ke Si Ni, and made a gesture of invitation. It seems that Mr. Besson really carried out the envoy's order meticulously, and there was no room for turning around. nor.
Soon, only Bucky and Mr. San Fran were left in the living room.
But Bucky smiled suddenly, then pointed to the sofa next to him and said, "Let's stop standing and sit down."
Mr. San Fran nodded and had no objection, but he carefully looked at the sofa area. In fact, since he came in, he has been careful, and he didn't even take a sip of the water brought by the servant.
Because since it is already known that this messenger is a master of hypnotism, then any kind of decoration in this living room may become a prop for hypnosis, or bring psychological hints.
But nothing here seems to have reached that level of effect... For example, there is no floor with alternate colors, no repeating bells, and no paintings that can deceive the perspective. There are not even any murals here. .
As for the smell... Mr. St. Fran is a person who is very sensitive to smells, and he has also done a variety of trainings on smell discrimination. It seems that there is no such thing.
Then, maybe there is only language left, as long as you keep your head clear...
Mr. San Fran smiled slightly, and then sat down, but he himself didn't know that when he sat down, his eyes had completely become empty, and his thoughts also stayed at this moment.
Bucky yawned, and lazily sat down in front of Mr. St. Francois. The moment Mr. St. Francois walked towards the sofa area, Bucky had already thrown a charm at Mr. St. Francois up.
Convenient and easy.
"Slap yourself and see." Bucky said suddenly at this moment.
Mr. St. Fran's eyes were dull, but he suddenly raised his palm, and then hit him fiercely, but when he was about to hit him, Bucky suddenly yelled to stop.
The palm is less than half a centimeter away from Mr. Saint Fran's cheek, which is very dangerous.
Bucky nodded in satisfaction, only a person who has been charmed can have this kind of reaction. Because the subject who has been charmed will only act according to the order directly, and will not go through the thinking of his own brain. It is because it is similar to unconditional emission that it can stop in time.
As for why he was asked to stop... Of course, it was so that Brother Ming would not suspect anything because of the pain in his cheek after he woke up.
Bucky has been dealing with Brother Ming for some years, and he is very aware of Brother Ming'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-Francis said without emotion: "I don't know. According to Kesi Ni, the messenger disappeared after she woke up."
Bucky froze for a moment, then frowned, it wasn't Brother Ming's handwriting, this point can now be completely confirmed...but it has also become more confusing.
Do you have to wait until you earn enough 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. San Fran... What the hell are you planning now? Also, I heard you want to be president?"
So, Mr. Saint-François described in detail how he transformed himself from one of the backbones of the imperial headquarters to a great philanthropist.
It turned out that as early as when the imperial headquarters was working with Bucky, Brother Ming had already planned to clean himself up, so he had been doing some things in secret as Mr. Saint Fran until Ming was arrested and sent to prison. Mr. Saint-François gradually became more active.
As for why Brother Ming was able to play the role of Mr. San Fran so happily in prison, Bucky has no interest in knowing at all. You know, he himself lived a comfortable life when he was in prison.
"I do want to be president..."
"Smart people should wait for the high point."
"If I can use the messenger and his network, it will be very helpful for me to run for the election. This is also the purpose of my visit today."
"Ke Si Ni is indeed my adopted daughter, but I haven't touched her. But she is very dependent on drugs, so I don't worry that she will betray me."
"When I become president, what I want to do is..."
When Mr. San Fran answered this question, Bucky suddenly saw some struggling expressions on his face.
"What I want to do is... is... is..."
Mr. San Fran's struggling expression became more intense, which made Bucky frown.
Because this charm technique was already explained when it was purchased. That is, if you meet a person with a particularly strong will and touch the bottom line of this kind of person's heart, it may fail.
"Stop, I'm not interested in knowing what you plan to do after you become president." Bucky said quickly at this time.
Mr. Saint-François's expression gradually became flat.
But Bucky was thinking about something, and looked at Mr. San Fran from time to time. Finally, Bucky made a certain decision.
…
The Messenger and Mr. Saint-François chatted for an entire hour and a half in the living room, and finally the two walked out hand in hand.
Even before Mr. San Fran left, the smile on his face never disappeared.
Bucky was in the manor at this time, watching the cars of Mr. Saint-François and Miss Corsine slowly move out, and he also had a smile on his face. Brother Ming didn't realize that he had confessed many things. When he woke up, According to the original plan, he and Bucky came to an exchange of wanting to work together.
Bucky agreed without saying a word, which seemed to be expected by Mr. San Fran...
"Well... Brother Ming is awake, but if I don't release the charm on him, it's like a bomb is buried in his body. Hehe, he can't escape my control." Bucky will Er felt flattered that if this was the case, there would be no problem helping Brother Ming to the throne of the country.
I'm so fucking witty!
But at this moment, Mr. Besson ran in in a panic, panting, "Messenger! Messenger! Another 'God's Messenger' is here to find you!"
"Oh, another 'God's Messenger' came to see me? Well, I see, let's meet in the reception room... What did you say??"
"Another, another 'God's Messenger'!" Mr. Besson looked excited, "Really! I've seen her miraculous power! It's so exciting!"
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In the field where the special research team of the pharmaceutical company is located, Mr. Blind is reading the last observation report of the living zombie Natasha, because in a few hours, he will rush to the airport, where he will meet the Song family. Then return to China.
There is also a deputy leader of the research team in the office. His name is Harutaka Oki. He is in his early thirties and is of Japanese descent.
This person is very good, and Mr. Blind will also give advice to Oki Qinglong on some pharmacological knowledge in his spare time. And Damu Qinglong lived up to expectations. Many of the special medicines currently used in the Song Family Village were developed by Damu Qinglong himself.
"... Sir, the rot of this living zombie has reached 30% at present, and this rot is probably irreversible." Oki Qinglong frowned at this time and said: "We have tried all kinds of methods. methods, but none of them worked. In addition, we extracted the cells of the zombie’s living body 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 even No nerve activity... We really can't figure out what principle it is based on to be able to move, and it will also have a strong tendency to fresh flesh and blood."
"If you can understand it 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, let's put the It is immersed in a liquid nitrogen tank and preserved first. Next, I will be away for a while. The research work on the living zombies will start after I return."
"Okay." Oki Qinglong nodded.
At this time, Song Da walked in from the outside. As usual, Song Da took a look at the living zombie Natasha by himself.
"Blind man, the car is ready, and the side of the humble house is also ready, and we are about to leave."
"Understood." Mr. Blind nodded, then 'looked' at Oki Qinglong, "Do as I say."
"yes!"
…
Dark red blood slowly flowed from Song Haoran's wrist.
It's not like what Song Haoran said, when he didn't come during this period, someone would still send blood to Gloria, so during this period, Gloria was very hungry.
When Song Haoran arrived, Gloria had already collapsed powerlessly on the bed, a bit like an anorexic patient, as if she had lost a lot of weight.
Song Haoran didn't say anything, just walked in front of her, cut his wrist open, and let the blood flow from the first few drops, to the thin line of Liancheng, and poured into Gloria's mouth.
"Don't worry, in the next period of time, someone will really bring you food."
Gloria regained some energy, but didn't pay attention to Song Haoran's words. During this time, she almost tortured this man to the point of collapse, not only telling the whole story about the vampire world, but even some things she didn't want to tell. In the confrontation, he was told because of defeat.
"Miss Gloria, do you want to consider using my power as a human?" Before leaving, Song Haoran suddenly chuckled, stretched out his hand to pick up Gloria's chin, and said in a low voice.
Gloria looked at Song Haoran in surprise, he didn't know where this man got the confidence to use his strength
"By you?" This was the first sentence she said after Song Haoran arrived today.
"Anyway, judging from your mother's situation, no matter how hard you try, there is no way you can save your mother who suffered in your place. At most, it will only reduce her sentence."
Song Haoran shrugged his shoulders and said, "But for things like conviction, sometimes there is no need for a 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 of making mistakes and causing your mother's death." The sentence would be longer for that... right?"
Gloria bit her lip tightly.
"Think about it." Song Haoran suddenly smiled softly, and patted Gloria on the head: "I hope to hear a very good answer when I come back."
The door that locked Gloria was slowly closed again, and the cell was dead silent and dark.
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"Master Qiu, the car is ready."
A servant's voice came from outside the door.
Not long after, Luo Qiu came out of the room, holding a stack of more than a dozen thread-bound books in his hands, "Excuse me, can I put them back in Master Song's study? Where did I take them out? It shouldn't be difficult if you have marked them out."
"Young Master Qiu, just tell me, 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 told another servant who came with him, "Hurry up and carry the luggage for Young Master Qiu!"
"No need, I can just take it myself, there are not many." Luo Qiu just smiled slightly.
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 on his own, and he still remembered the way to go out.
What a nice place Luo Qiu thinks so.
At this time, in the corridor, a woman with long black hair walked slowly, also carrying a simple suitcase in her hand. After seeing Luo Qiu approaching, she stopped in place.
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 the suitcase and walked quickly a few steps, and took a look at Song Ying.
"What?" Song Ying narrowed her eyes.
Luo Qiu said: "It's a little surprising."
Song Ying rolled her eyes and said, "Isn't this natural? After all, if you want to go back to the ancestral grave to worship the ancestors, you must be more solemn!"
"That's right." Luo Qiu smiled and nodded, "Then 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 up her bangs at some point, squeaking.
"Quite good looking."
"Thank you." Song Ying smiled sweetly.
Luo Qiu thought it would be good to end this trip to South America with this smile.