Chapter 291: Chatting, God's Will, Broken Eye

"It's another sunny day."

Bai Mo raised his eyebrows, put his palm on his forehead, squinted his eyes and looked at the sun hanging high in the sky.

The weather is very suitable now, and there is a slight breeze in the air.

"Where should we go next?"

Bai Mo held his chin up, feeling a little lost.

It's not that he is in a daze.

Bai Mo's daily life is to write novels. He writes a novel according to the website recommended by his netizen Rights, and earns a living by relying on the memories of his previous life in his mind.

In addition, he lives in this strange city and rushes for daily necessities and life.

"It is also thanks to the job recommended to me by Rights. The identity of a novelist can fill my stomach with my brain. Let's go to the library to collect folk songs today."

Bai Mo pounded his palm and made a decision.

Not long after, a taxi stopped in front of him. The driver was a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes like Bai Mo.

"Go to the city library."

The driver nodded, then reached out and pressed a button, and the back door of the car opened.

"You look handsome, young man. What do you do?"

Bai Mo laughed awkwardly at this compliment: "What kind of job? Just an ordinary novelist."

"Novelist." The driver looked at Bai Mo for a few times, looking enthusiastic and talkative.

"This profession requires a lot of knowledge reserves. It seems difficult to make a name for yourself."

"Not bad." If I hadn't traveled through time and remembered those myths and legends, folk culture stories, I guess I'm still moving bricks now.

"Really? This kind of work sounds easy."

Bai Mo laughed twice: "Easy, it can only be said to be energy-consuming. Some things require back and forth field research, otherwise they will be inconsistent, and I guess not many people will read them."

The driver put his hands on the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and changed lanes.

"Uncle, you drive a taxi. How do you make a living all day?"

"I." The driver paused, then answered casually, "It depends on God. If you are lucky, you can make a lot of money a day, hundreds of dollars. If you are unlucky, it may not even be enough for gas."

Bai Mo looked at the scene receding outside the window and asked, "Can you make more than 100,000 yuan a year?"

"About the same."

"It depends on God's will."

"God's will." Bai Mo put his hand on his chin and fell into thinking about this word.

There are many views on God's will.

In the memory in the mind, different "selves" have completely different views on God's will. But many views are always related to the world pattern and environment in which they are located. Basically, the before and after can be called cause and effect reincarnation.

In this peaceful world, Bai Mo's view of God's will is - ethereal.

The word God's will is really too grand, and it is difficult to directly connect with an ordinary person like himself.

Even if a time traveler has a cheat, if he wants to reach the sky in one step, the result will only be that his feet are empty, he will fall to pieces, and his steps are too big and his balls will be broken.

"What exactly is God's will..."

The driver listened to Bai Mo's muttering and asked, "What do you think God's will is?"

"I don't know." Bai Mo shook his head.

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Rights looked at the screen in front of him. Every word Bai Mo said in the taxi was being analyzed, sorted, and integrated.

"The 468th experiment, [Opinion on "God's Will" "4000-08-97"], B-level personnel are allowed to investigate."

Rights controlled with his fingers, integrated the data after everything was done, and handed it over to the database for review.

His fingers stirred the coffee, his eyes were solemn, and he was doing his daily work seriously.

"It's time for a chance encounter."

Rights whispered.

"Doctor, the containment transport convoy in City C is applying for entry."

A man holding a document walked up to him and reported: "How do you handle this matter?"

"Do you have the relevant review notice?"

Rights remained calm, stirring his coffee without any pause.

"Yes." The man said, took out the application documents and handed them to Rights.

Shasha

Rights flipped through the contents of the document with his fingers, quickly scanning the contents at a glance. After turning the last page, he pinched his chin with his fingers, with a strange look in his eyes.

"It's a very reasonable request. A new containment was controlled, which caused the containment in the base to show signs of being out of control. It is required to open the door of the city in the box and transfer the source of the out-of-control."

This is a permitted regulation in the Foundation's regulations.

In history, a base contained a new containment, which caused the internal containment to go out of control and the base was destroyed.

Therefore, in order to prevent the objects in a base from being destroyed due to conflicts and uncontrollable runaway, objects with different characteristics are managed separately.

But in addition to this regulation, there is another similar regulation - without the notification of the superior, the city in the box is prohibited from opening the passage to the outside world, and only personnel approved by the superior are allowed to enter.

"Without the notification of the superior, the gate is prohibited from opening. Let the five objects in C city be sent to the neighboring E city."

Rights made a calm decision and turned to leave.

The man pinched the white paper with his fingers, nodded to show that he understood, and then bowed his head and left.

Not long after, the man stopped at a place that the surveillance system happened to ignore. After confirming that there was no one around, he pressed the earphones on his ears a few times.

"Anderson, what's the situation?"

The earphone was connected to the phone, and there was a very serious and low voice on the other side.

Anderson answered very enthusiastically: "Holy Envoy, Rights refused to open the gate of the city."

"Why?"

The plain words of the Holy Envoy made him feel the pressure from the depths of his heart.

"Holy Envoy, Dr. Rights' answer is that he will not open the door without the notification from his superiors."

"I need to notify my superiors, please..."

"Holy Envoy, I will find a way to open the door for the Church of God right now!" Anderson said this, his eyes were red, and he looked like he had lost his mind.

Of course, he did not lose his mind. On the contrary, he knew very well how to open the door of the passage for the Holy Envoy by consuming his own life.

"No, you have only one goal, lurking, lurking until the opportunity comes."

"Flesh and blood life is only a blink of an eye, only machines are eternal and immortal. The voice of our Lord has sounded, just wait for everything to come, we have unlimited time."

"Yes, everything is for the Broken Eye!"

After the communication ended, Anderson adjusted the headset, and then his mood instantly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened before.

At the same time, in the basement of a house in City C, the Holy Envoy in a robe clasped his hands together and chanted poems.

"...My God has been broken, and my God will be complete..."

"...God broke his own God, making us complete..."

"...One day, we will reunite and make God complete..."

After singing the song, the Holy Envoy took off his hood and looked through the records of the 467 D-class personnel experiments placed in front of him.