Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

The Hebrew word ?????? means "the Son of God." What puzzled Akihara was that the previous passage was from the Bible, and its Chinese translation was:

On that day his feet will stand on the Mount of Olives, which faces Jerusalem to the east; and the Mount of Olives will split in two, becoming a great valley from east to west. Half of the mountain will move north and half south.

This passage comes from the Bible and tells of God's judgment of the world and salvation of His chosen people on the last day. This passage should have no connection with the Son, so why did the person who inscribed this text use "the Son" as their signature?

Looking at the priest's final pronouncement of doctrine, at first glance, the idea of ​​the Trinity seems no different from orthodox Christianity, but a closer analysis reveals its strangeness.

Orthodox Christianity emphasizes that the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are a triune God, equal, of the same essence, and of the same glory. In the doctrine of the priest, the Father is described as a supreme ruler, the Son is more like the Father's "instrument" to bear the sins of mankind, and the Holy Spirit is reduced to a "mysterious power" that even needs to "help" the Son at the end times.

Furthermore, orthodox Christianity emphasizes that Jesus was both fully God and fully human, while the priestly version of the doctrine simplifies the Son to "the embodiment of mercy and compassion," avoiding his divinity, and even calling his sacrifice "a sacrifice to nothingness," which contradicts the Bible's teachings on redemption.

Finally, orthodox Christian eschatology emphasizes the Second Coming of Christ and the coming of a new heaven and a new earth, while the doctrines of priests contain the strange image of "the ark sailing toward tomorrow," which, to outsiders, might be interpreted as an allusion to a limited, cyclical salvation...

"But this is at least half of the fanfiction content of 'Ming 0 Ark'."

Akihara continued writing the second keyword with French fries: "the Son".

At the next table, the girls had already shifted their conversation from the "very handsome" man to the hottest fashion star of the day. After discussing it for a while, no one could convince anyone else. After arguing until their throats were dry, they found that the man by the bed was still fiddling with the bag of fries.

The girl with the ponytail pushed up her glasses, cosplaying as Ikari Odo. "I bet five yen he's waiting for someone."

"Meeting at a fast food restaurant so early in the morning, they're unlikely to be business partners..."

"There's a good chance you made plans with your girlfriend but she hasn't shown up after half an hour..."

The system appeared to be overloaded and unable to restart, pretending to be trying hard to help review Amuro Tooru's memories, but in reality, it was looking at and commenting on the graffiti on the walls of the solitary confinement cell.

"Speaking of which, why are you so knowledgeable about the religions of this world?" The system was completely baffled. It took even itself tens of seconds to search and organize the information, but this person had figured it out in a flash. It briefly read through the host's thought process and found that even the comparative explanations had been clearly laid out for it.

In the consciousness space, the library cart reappeared, with a few books scattered on it. Qiuyuan casually picked one out and tossed it to the system.

"Here, I wrote this when I was still slacking off on the island."

A thick stack of papers was bound into a book titled "A Study of the Semiotic Opposition and Civilizational Metaphors of Lateran Religion and the Deep Sea Church," with Doctor's elegant signature in the author's column.

"...If this counts as slacking off, what am I doing every day?!"

Ignoring the system's lingering resentment, Akihara suddenly made a new discovery. In the memory recording that the system had rewound and enlarged, a line of doodles caught his eye.

"The priest's hairline receded by 1.3 centimeters in a year, and I swear to God my measurements are accurate. —Bellaso"

The Japanese writing, except for the signature, is crooked and obviously written by a child, but the signature itself is in beautiful cursive script, making it seem more like it was added later than the original signature.

“Bellaso…” he murmured, a slight smile playing on his lips, “the Virginia cipher?”

The system looked curiously at Akihara Kazuhiro, who was currently slumped in the sofa, his fingertips touching his chin, looking as if he had obtained a crucial clue.

It shouldn't be a problem to sneak a peek at what he's thinking, right?

With that thought in mind, the system secretly extended its mental tendrils to probe into Qiuyuan's deep memories.

"Ouch, who's hitting me!" The system had just poked its head out when it was hit by a string of 0s and 1s. When it rubbed its head and looked up again, it was shocked by what it saw. Apart from the Supreme God, it had never seen any non-supercomputer think like this.

From the depths of the brain's folds, a brass-colored cipher machine emerged, its gears biting into the hippocampus of the place's inhabitant, clicking and rattling as it read the ciphertext letters one by one, using "theson" as the key... The first ciphertext letter, D, collided with the key T, and a series of ghostly blue sparks erupted from the neural synapses.

"Alright, stop looking." Qiu Yuan's calm voice rang out behind it, and then the system was tossed aside by the scruff of its neck. "What's so interesting about this? Let's go check the decryption results; it's already solved."

In the real world, Akihara opened his eyes, dipped the fries between his fingertips in ketchup, and quickly wrote down the decryption results.

“KURONOSO SHIKI APOCALYPSE ARK”

"KURONOSO SHIKI" - the well-known black organization.

"OLIVET" - artificial pearl; enhanced floodlights for theaters; Olivet; Olivet; Mount of Olives.

"APOCALYPSE" – a catastrophe; a great upheaval.

"ARK" – that's the Ark of the Ark Knights.

Thus, all the mysteries surrounding Amuro Tooru's encounter at the church were solved.

"No—wait!" Amuro Tooru gasped and sat bolt upright on Akihara's bed.

Homeowners are generally not so kind as to offer their own bed to someone else, unless the homeowner themselves cause the only bedding in the house, the sofa, to die.

Chaotic memories rampaged through his skull, each attempt to recall feeling like being tossed onto a deck in a storm. Weightlessness accompanied by fragmented images—a certain piece suddenly surfaced in the chaos, and Amuro Tooru's eyes widened abruptly.

"Yin Cai..."

"Buzz—" Akihara's phone suddenly vibrated on the table. He peeked out while biting into half a French fry and saw a message from Shuichi Akai flashing on the lock screen.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, picked up his phone, and immediately heard the system's shrill scream, like a kettle boiling over: "Whoa—! Has the organization already taken down your hideout?!"

The screen lit up immediately, and everyone stared intently at it. The screen displayed white text on a black background:

"Your pet ate the only large appliance in the house, the kettle."

Akihara calmly replied, "Did its life increase by one and its hope increase by one?"

To ensure the survival of his two undercover friends, Akihara specifically left Xiao Haisi outside the system space to guard the house, and before leaving, he specifically instructed him not to eat the two living people.

At least when he left, the little guy was still engrossed in spreading Netherworld Marks in the corner of the room, and didn't seem to have much interest in the two living people, so there was probably no problem.

Akai Shuichi didn't respond for a while, so Akihara put away his phone. Just then, the fast food restaurant door opened again, and Akihara glanced casually in the direction of the entrance. But once he did, he couldn't look away.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with brown dreadlocks, short, arched eyebrows, thick lips, and two earrings on her left ear.

Oh, acquaintance.

Yes, this person with the corn braid is the future Binga, but Binga is not Binga yet; he is just a marginal member of the organization who is dispensable.

Before smuggling himself into Japan, Binga worked in the underworld in his hometown of Mexico. The Japanese gangs were nothing compared to the Mexican gangs. Having been used to seeing submachine guns, heavy machine guns, and rocket launchers clashing, Binga was so moved that he shed tears when he first witnessed Japanese gangsters fighting with samurai swords.

Although he changed countries and workplaces, Binga remained true to his original aspirations and continued his career as a gangster enforcer—mainly because he had no other skills besides fighting and shooting.

He was unaware that the criminal organization he belonged to might be the world's largest villainous organization, possessing the power to remain indefinitely in power. All he knew was that his daily work was monotonous and tedious, consisting of running errands, engaging in illegal transactions, fighting, and maintaining order. It was full of trivial matters, low-class, and he worked overtime while others were on vacation. If he hadn't been waiting for a new job, he would have already switched.

—Actually, I had already looked for another company.

After the first Haisi incident, Tokyo's yakuza suffered a severe blow. Friends were no longer friends, and homes were no longer homes. The police pressed their advantage, and several small gangs simply declared bankruptcy.

This led to the direct unemployment of many people associated with the gangster industry. That year, the term "employment ice age" was highly praised by the judges of the "New Words and Buzzwords Awards," winning a special new word award. Only then did people begin to loudly proclaim "economic collapse," with the performance of every company plummeting, including the gangster industry.

Binga's next target was the first to be affected. This yakuza organization owned prime locations in Tokyo, making it the top career choice for those who didn't need to take civil service exams, government jobs, or graduate school entrance exams. Its dramatic downfall even made it onto TV Tokyo's legal channel.

"This shootout may be related to drug abuse within the organization. The hallucinations caused by drugs may be the key factor that triggered this bloody conflict. This speculation has also aroused widespread concern and worry from all sectors of society about the drug problem of underground organizations," the host said with a serious expression and sitting upright.

Binga was speechless. Drugs are harmful. Luckily, he didn't go.

Today, he was still on his boring rendezvous mission, arranging to meet his contact at a fast-food chain restaurant called "Shebow King".

The main reason was that he hadn't had time to eat yet. He had heard that this fast food restaurant's meat pie was unbeatable among its competitors, and he was determined to try it at his own expense.

Binga pushed open the glass door of "King Sherburgre," and a strong smell of fried food and cheap spices wafted out. He wrinkled his nose and quickly scanned the store—several fashionable girls huddled together chattering, a man eating fries by the window glanced up at him, then casually looked away... He didn't spot his contact.

Binga went straight to the counter, ordered a signature large meat pie and a Coke, and then found a seat near the door—the police had been cracking down on gangs recently, and everyone in their line of work was on edge, so this was to make it easier to escape at any time.

At this moment, Binga was still a green ear of corn. From the moment he sat down, his gaze kept glancing towards the door, and he kept crossing his legs, switching them from left to right. Anyone with eyes could see that he was somewhat anxious.

However, this anxiety was quickly interrupted by the large meat pie brought by the waiter.

The meat pie, slung heavily onto the table, wobbled a few times. Its golden-brown, crispy crust emitted an enticing aroma that filled one with delight. It was as if a gangster movie had suddenly switched to a food channel—Binga eagerly picked up his knife and fork, sliced ​​open the pie crust, and steam immediately billowed out from the cut, releasing a rich meaty aroma that made even the spices seem less cheap.

Once the pie crust was cut open, it revealed a generous filling—large chunks of beef, carrots, potatoes, and onions, all infused with rich gravy—it was truly mouthwatering...

Binga was about to do as the locals do when he suddenly felt someone watching him.

He was certain no one had entered through the door, so it couldn't be his contact. He immediately became alert, subtly glancing up and quickly locking onto his target, as the other person made no attempt to conceal their identity.

It was the slightly dark-skinned young man by the window, with a French fry dangling from his mouth—why hadn't he finished eating yet—looking in his direction without any attempt to hide it.

Binga frowned. He didn't remember such a person. As he thought about it, he forked a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, wondering suspiciously if the man was a thug from another gang.

The suspicious man, Akihara Kazumitsu, reluctantly withdrew his gaze and swallowed the last French fry.

"I should have taken Amuro Tooru's wallet too, at least I could have ordered a meat pie or something... How come everyone else eats better than me?"

Akihara picked up the newspaper he had just gotten from the doorway as if to cover up his actions. These decorative newspapers were often not the current issue, but no one cared.

Akihara only glanced at it briefly, seeing that it mentioned a major earthquake that had recently occurred in a certain part of Japan, a magnitude X earthquake, a death toll of X number, and economic losses of X billion US dollars...

With just a glance, he folded the newspaper again and placed it on the corner of the table.

"I was so stupid, so incredibly stupid." Several days later, Akihara recalled the incident with deep regret. "If I had known... I would have read that newspaper carefully back then."