The whole empire is bringing us together

The place where the temple is located is seven time zones east of the administrative area, so the administrative area is still at night, and the sky is gloomy in the afternoon, with no stars and no moon.Only a small dim light was turned on in the room, and Quint sat in the recliner with his eyes closed, maintaining contact with Hyperion through the chip in his brain.

At this moment, his consciousness is wandering in the core of the ring network, and the intelligent control cube hangs high in the middle of the green sky of the whole world, and he can clearly see the huge corner exposed in the data cloud.The information superhighway twists and spirals upwards, and the torrent of data dives rapidly, rushing into the chip at a speed that cannot be captured by the naked eye.Numerous information filters through the brain, and every thought can trigger a wonderful reaction. For technical workers, this is undoubtedly very fascinating.

It is difficult for Quint to describe that feeling in words—if he had to use an analogy, the most appropriate expression he could find was probably the same as an orgasm, every impact of data made him tremble uncontrollably, but this can It lasted much longer.

He also finally understood why the group of surfers would surf until their brains burst a hundred years ago. The implantation of the chip would give people the illusion of "I am God", and it is indeed addictive.

In the temple, Hyperion calmed down, knowing that the Pope had no intention of revealing his false identity, and replied: "Keats' Hyperion, I never thought His Majesty the Pope would also like literary works from the ancient Earth era. "

"When the sky came down, Gaia, the goddess of the earth, ordered her sons to support the sky around the world, and Hyperion, the god of light, was assigned to the east. After that, his children, the sun, the moon and the dawn, always rose from the east." The Pope seemed to have not heard his words at all, and muttered to himself: "But the Titans lost their power in the war, and only Hyperion maintained its rule and dignity, holding on to the hope of restoration in the hell of Tartarus. .”

"Come on……"

Quint opened his eyes suddenly, and the scene in the temple disappeared from his eyes.He escaped from the world of data, and listened for a long time in doubt, except for the slight bang bang of the wind blowing the window, there was no movement.

Did you hear it wrong?

"Come here……"

Not auditory hallucinations.

Quint opened his eyes again. The voice was very familiar. He frowned and listened carefully, and suddenly remembered that he had heard it in his dream.

Dream, when did he dream?As soon as this thought came up, Quint felt like a needle pricked his brain, and the pain made him clutch his temple and groan.

"Come here……"

Quint couldn't identify the direction of the sound, as if it came from his heart and brain, the pain in his head subsided a little, he got up from the recliner, walked around in place, and asked, "Who is talking?" ?”

no respond.

After a while, the voice sounded faintly again: "Come here..."

Quint looked around, his pupils shrank suddenly, he subconsciously held his breath, and even his heart stopped for a moment.

He saw the light from the street lamp outside cast a spindle-shaped black shadow behind the drawn curtains.

It seemed that something was hanging above the window, shaking slightly with the wind. This shape evoked his forgotten memory, and everything in the weird dream reappeared in his mind.Yes, that shadow was exactly the same thing hanging from the flesh-red ceiling in his dream.

He took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to stride forward, and opened the curtains abruptly.

The back is empty, nothing.The lights outside were on quietly, and from time to time, an aircraft would pass by the sky, leaving no trace except for the fading headlights.

Quint stood silently by the window for a while, the voices of Hyperion and the Pope could be heard clearly in his ears, the hand holding the curtain unconsciously tightened because of fear, and his heart was beating wildly.

"Come here..." The whisper haunted like a ghost, and Quint knocked hard on the head, trying to knock it out of his brain, but failed.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, three very loud knocks.Quint turned his head and stared at the tightly closed door, took several deep breaths back and forth before he managed to calm down, and whispered to Hyperion, "Someone is here, let me open the door."

The knock on the door rang again, the same three times as before.Quint walked to the door and said loudly: "Here we come!"

He used a chip to connect to the camera in the corridor of the hotel. Unfortunately, the picture of that camera was dark and broken.Another camera a little farther away can only see a pair of pointy red shoes no matter how you turn it.

He knew that it was the best choice not to open the door now, but seeing the momentum, if he didn't open the door, the people outside would keep knocking.Quint didn't hesitate for long, rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants, and finally pressed the doorknob.

Hearing the movement from Quint's side, Hyperion murmured inwardly, and suddenly became worried, but he was in front of the Pope, so he couldn't talk to Quint, so he could only listen to Quint's trembling voice and asked again, "Who the hell are you?" ?”

The Pope in front of him said: "...this is the end of the age of literature and art. Compared with the vigorous development of science, the real literature and art have stagnated. Poems are dead, poets are dead, and the palace of literature has collapsed. Science cannot nourish the exhausted. In the land of the soul, everyone lacks faith, and the so-called rationality makes people indifferent, and only religion can revive everything and restore the prosperity of the ancient earth period."

The Pope spoke in a topsy-turvy way, but fortunately Hyperion had a clear mind and was able to keep up.He saw a different look in the pope's small eyes, and with a thought, he showed a puzzled expression very cooperatively: "Sorry, I don't quite understand."

"East Spirits believe in God-making, we believe in Shepherd Pan, everything is for the supreme right, we are the most fanatical pawns in the hands of the gods, willing to destroy everything for him. God's will is attached to each of us, God’s voice echoes in everyone’s ears day and night, driving his believers to spread blessings to the universe, banish, banish all heresies! Cough cough..."

Quint's voice said again: "Someone is here, let me open the door."

Hyperion was worried about his side, but he still said: "Your Majesty's words are very true, which made me suddenly understand. But do you know what happened in Buick Town recently? Many people said that it was a sacrifice to God Pan."

A strange light flashed in the Pope's eyes at the moment when Buick Town was mentioned. He was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Yes, they were taken away by God Pan."

No one was outside.Quint looked around, and all the doors in the corridor were closed. He lowered his head and saw a pair of pointy red shoes, the toes of which were facing his door.

He leaned over to pick up one and touched it. The size of the shoe was the same as the one he was wearing. There was transparent mucus on the sole, which gave off a slight smell.

Someone pretended to be a ghost to scare him?Quint was a little annoyed, he ignored the shoes and closed the door.

"Come here……"

The voice started to mutter again, and Quint couldn't bear it no matter how good-tempered he was, he was so annoyed that he pretended not to hear him, and said to Hyperion, "It's okay, someone played a prank and left a pair of shoes at my door."

After the Pope finished speaking, he told Hyperion to go back on the grounds that he was unwell. Hyperion followed the red-robed bishop out of the temple, and looked back. The Pope sat alone on the gorgeous chair, his clothes almost buried him. Like an old tree about to die.

It was not until he walked out of the church that Hyperion was finally able to speak to Quint: "Is your side okay? What happened just now?"

"It's okay." Quint lay on the bed, staring sideways at the window, "Maybe I'm nervous, I always feel that someone is calling me, have you finished talking with the Pope?"

"It's over, I probably know what's going on, but I still need to ask for confirmation." Hyperion looked around, everyone was busy with their own affairs, and no one paid attention to him: "Help me find out where the Pope's residence is. Where, I'll take a look."

"Okay." With a thought in his mind, Quint connected the cube to the three satellites on Agares, and instantly the top view of the entire temple appeared in front of his eyes. At the same time, he cracked the database and obtained the long-sealed design drawings of the temple.

According to Quint's command, Hyperion re-entered the cramped corridor that the purple-robed priests took him through. It was actually a maze, with ten exits leading to different parts of the church. Only priests above the purple robe know how to get through the time-changing secret door.

Gwent's statistical machine was calculating at a high speed, and the design blueprint of the maze was constantly changing in his mind: "The fork ahead will change in 16 seconds, go straight through it, and turn right after ten meters. "

Hyperion quickened his pace, the side road turned rumblingly behind him, the place where he needed to turn right was very narrow, not very friendly to his tall Alpha.He squeezed in sideways and sensitively, and heard Quint say: "Turn left at the intersection ahead, and turn right at the second fork... Tsk, why did they design the corridor so narrow? Aren't the orcs very big? Is it strong? Isn't it afraid of getting stuck?"

"Basically very few people would go here without special circumstances. It feels like an emergency exit." Hyperion walked through the corridor according to the instructions, and soon saw the light coming from outside ahead, and put the tiny laser hidden in his cuff With the gun in his hand, he walked out quickly.

This is a place similar to a palace garden. The exit of the maze is in the stone cave inside the rockery. Hyperion bowed out and vigilantly leaned sideways on the stone wall to observe around. , The camera was interfered by me, act as soon as possible. The third door on the veranda is connected to the Pope's bedroom, which is used by servants to enter and exit, and I have already opened the lock."

Hyperion didn't delay at all, walked through the garden under the icy gaze of Pan's statue, went to the veranda on the other side, and pushed open the inconspicuous little door.

If he was not mistaken, from the first sentence when he entered the temple, everything the Pope said was all metaphors.Since the Pope is worried about the crowds in the hall and not being able to speak clearly, it is better to communicate in private.

The moment the door was pushed open, the rotten smell from the buzzing of flies rushed over, and the fresh blood covered the dried blood and flowed silently, all the way to Hyperion's feet.

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