Chapter 247 Sister-in-law

The events described by this figure are all major turning points in history.

Of course Jin Meiting also knew it.

but.

But this is the first time I heard that these incidents were all related to one organization.

At this time.

A mysterious rumor that has always been circulating in the entertainment industry appeared in Jin Meiting's mind.

"Excuse me, what is the name of your organization? Why did you come to me again?" Jin Meiting asked cautiously.

The figure said nothing.

Stretch out your hands, put them together in the shape of a pyramid and place them in front of your forehead.

In an instant.

A living, three-dimensional, closed eye appears in the middle of the gesture.

It looks extremely three-dimensional in the darkness.

It is much clearer and more realistic than movies watched in 3DM cinemas.

The eyes in the pyramid slowly opened.

Move your eyes left and right.

He looked at Jin Meiting strangely.

Suddenly, I felt like my whole body was being spied on.

"Illuminati!" Jin Meiting said the three words that she had guessed in her mind.

An extremely mysterious organization.

Only recruit the world's top elites.

Just like the meaning of the pyramid gesture, these people are at the top of the food chain.

But I don’t know why, they have frequently recruited big stars to join in recent years.

Jin Meiting never thought that one day the Illuminati would find her.

"Why do you choose me?" Jin Meiting asked as she slowly sat down on the sofa opposite the figure.

The figure slowly retracted the gesture, and as the hands separated, the 3D eyes disappeared.

"The Illuminati saw the importance of media and celebrities thirty years ago, and gradually expanded from recruiting only political, business, academic and scientific elites to entertainment media."

"The Illuminati admires Miss Kim Mi-jung's abilities in the Japanese and Korean entertainment circles, so they sent me to Japan to sincerely invite Miss Kim to join the organization."

"Ms. Jin Meiting, this is your chance." The figure said in a deep voice.

"I am grateful to the Illuminati for taking a liking to me. It is my honor. But I would like to ask, what do I have to pay to invite me to join the Illuminati? And what can I get?" Jin Meiting said calmly.

There is no free lunch in this world.

Jin Meiting knows this truth deeply.

"There are no specific rules for what you have to pay, but when the Illuminati needs you to do something, they will tell you." The figure continued, "As for what you can get, do you still have doubts when I'm sitting here?"

"Ms. Jin has so many bodyguards, but I can still sit here and invite you. This proves something."

"Some of the Illuminati's resources are open to you. The most important point is that your opponents have not been invited yet."

"No regulations?" Jin Meiting frowned.

The less clearly priced a transaction is, the higher the risk.

"If I don't agree, what will you do?" Jin Meiting looked at the figure warily and asked, "Kill me?"

"No, my position in the Illuminati is a guide. I will be responsible for contacting you for joining the organization. You have the right to refuse." The figure said calmly: "As for whether to punish you and how to punish you, that is the business of the Illuminati after they have made a risk assessment of you."

Jin Meiting hesitated slightly. When she was thinking, a voice came into her ears: "Promise it."

It's the boss!!!

Jin Meiting was ecstatic, the boss is back!!

All the worries in my heart were swept away, and I was no longer afraid of the Illuminati.

"I agree." Jin Meiting nodded.

"A smart choice." The figure nodded and made a pyramid shape with his hands: "Then please close your eyes, Miss Jin."

Jin Meiting closed her eyes.

That feeling of being spied on came back again.

Fang Zuo saw from the side that the eye in the pyramid was like a Shinto goddess, embedding a mark into Jin Meiting's soul.

"You can open your eyes now, Miss Jin Meiting. Welcome to join the Illuminati." A figure threw something over from a distance.

Jin Meiting reached out and took it.

A fine emblem.

I don't know if this pyramid was made of Ming alloy.

Hanging on the top of the pyramid was the eye that he had just seen.

A line of English is printed at the bottom: [Shoulder to shoulder with gods].

Reverse side of the emblem.

It says [Apprentice: Jin] and the number is 341 , but below the number it says Freemasonry, not the Illuminati.

Jin Meiting frowned.

As if knowing what she was thinking, the figure said, "The Illuminati is divided into the Mystic Society and the Freemasons. Miss Jin, don't underestimate the Freemasons. Although the Freemasons' status is lower than that of the Mystic Society, it does not mean that the Freemasons' status is not high enough."

"Over the years, Freemasonry has produced 14 American presidents and 26 leaders of other countries."

"Please keep this badge close to you, Miss Jin. If you encounter any problems that need to be resolved by the Illuminati in the future, you can contact me through this badge."

"Okay." Jin Meiting put away the badge.

"Then I'll take my leave first." After saying that, the figure gradually disappeared.

Fang Zuo walked out from the side and sat on the sofa.

This guy's escape technique is quite advanced.

It seems that this sharp-tongued woman is not simple!

Mei Shiraishi.

It turns out that my sister-in-law with J cup breasts has joined the Illuminati and is a guide of some kind.

Playing tricks.

"Boss, you're back!!!" Jin Meiting knelt on the ground happily and hugged Fang Zuo's legs.

"Do you have any other ideas while I'm away these days?" Fang Zuo asked.

"No! I dare not." Jin Meiting's face turned pale.

Even though Fang Zuo disappeared for a while, it would be a lie to say that he had no ideas.

At least I have thought of a lot of alternatives.

But I didn't dare to have any other thoughts.

"Are you afraid, or don't have it?" Fang Zuo smiled and grabbed Jin Meiting's hair, pulled it up, and brought her delicate little face close to his own.

Jin Meiting's hair was pulled, but excitement flashed in her eyes.

Her eyes became increasingly moist, and her red lips slightly parted.

Fang Zuo grabbed her hair and pressed her tightly against the floor-to-ceiling glass: "You've lost some weight? Huh?"

She held on to the floor-to-ceiling glass with both hands, but the smooth glass gave her no leverage and her legs went weak and she almost collapsed.

I could only hold up the floor-to-ceiling glass with all my strength.

A strange electric current shocked her, her eyes widened, and she wanted to grab something with her hands.

Momoki Kanonai rides a skateboard, traveling through the bustling city of Tokyo.

Today, she has already targeted a renegade hiding in Tokyo.

After these apostates fled to Japan, they were protected by Japanese law.

These apostates, who are also in the incense system, cunningly hide in the world of incense fusion.

Located in Ueno Park, Taito Ward, Tokyo.

"Come out." Momoki Kanonai, wearing a black T-shirt and white hot pants, stood in front of the Shinobazu Pond: "Or do you want me to catch you out?"

As soon as the words fell.

There was a ripple in Shinobazu Pond.

Then the sky became overcast and light rain began to fall.

Momoki Kanonai felt nervous.

Although she had captured two apostates wanted by the Protestant Church these days, they were nothing compared to this former ascetic of the Protestant Church.

Ascetic, a being similar to the Disciple Knight.

The drizzle soaked Momoki Kanonai's clothes.

Her hair.

The water droplets blurred her vision.

She wiped her face with her little hands and stared at the surface of Shinobazu Pond nervously.

"You've finally found us. Can't the Archbishop let us go?" A figure slowly appeared and stood on the water: "We just escaped from the church and didn't do anything else."

Like a human, but not like a human.

He has an old human face, but there are dense and disgusting lumps of flesh on his head. His limbs are normal, and he is wearing jeans and a white shirt.

Two thick whiskers hanging down to his chest hang by his mouth.

Momoki Kanonai and he looked at each other and were stunned.

"Is it you?"

"Not you!"

"It's you? Saint Momoki Xiangina, why is it you and not her?" asked the weird-looking old man with fleshy beard in surprise.

"It's not you, why are you like this? Grandpa Steve Kerr." Momoki Kanono said in surprise.

"This is what I really look like, Chanel." The weird-looking old man said, shaking his mustache.

"How is that possible?" Momoki Kanonai looked at the other person in disbelief and wiped her face that was wet by the rain.

"How can it be impossible? This is indeed what I really look like." Steve Kerr said with a wry smile: "What you saw before was just my disguise. Not only me, but almost everyone you saw in that town was their disguise."

"Their true appearance is even more disgusting than mine, and even more unworthy of being seen by others than me."

"How could you?" Momoki Kanonai shook her head, "No, I don't believe it. You betrayed the Protestant Church and fled here. How could I believe the words of a traitor?"

"Really? What about him?" Steve Kerr said, "Look behind you and see who he is. You must know him."

Momoki Kanonai turned sideways, and another strange old man appeared next to her.

His eyes were bulging, and there were two strange cheeks on his face that were opening and closing. He was wearing a Japanese samurai costume.

The hanging arms had a pair of hands that were much larger than those of ordinary people, and the fingers had flesh membranes that only amphibians had.

"Chanel, is that you? Child, long time no see!" The old man with cheeks said, "Do you remember me?"

"Who are you? Your voice. Grandpa Devon Burns?" Momoki Kanonai said in surprise and with a slight tremor.

Compared to the previous one, Momoki Kanonai has more feelings for Devon Burns.

Whenever it rains, he appears and looks at the sky.

Then I would sit under the window where Momoki Kanonai often daydreamed, and tell her some interesting stories in the rain.

"It's me, Chanel, kid!" Devin Burns opened and closed his cheeks strangely, and suddenly opened his mouth. His long and thin tongue swung in the air, and after getting wet with some rain water, it retracted into his mouth: "I'm glad that you can recognize my voice, Chanel. I hope you haven't forgotten the stories I told you when you were little."

"Grandpa Devin, it's really you. How did you become like this?" Momoki Kanonai stared in amazement at the old man whom she knew well in her childhood, who had now turned into a monster.

Even his actions are so strange.

"Steve is right," Devin Burns smacked his lips, seeming satisfied with the rain. "This is what we really look like. What you see in the town is just our disguised appearance."

"It's not just us, the whole town is full of people like us, people who live like monsters."

"What? The whole town is like this?" Momoki Kanonai said half-doubtfully.

The small town in my memory suddenly seemed unreal.

"Yes, we are all monsters created by Protestantism, and the whole town is full of them! We have no parents, no relatives, all we have are names, codes, and someone's genes." Steve Kerr's whiskers flew around his head, and he scratched his neck and said sarcastically:

"We live like zombies, waiting for various experiments and tasks, not knowing whether we will die today or tomorrow."

"But one thing we understand is that if we die today, new monsters will come in tomorrow."

"Are you all manufactured?" Momoki Kanonai suddenly began to believe it.

A small town that seems a little confusing to her now, full of people who look normal but have eccentric personalities.

Then people often disappeared inexplicably, and then some strangers appeared.

"Didn't you notice?" Devin Burns's tongue popped out from his big mouth with dense sharp teeth. "The whole town is full of lonely people with no family. The only people around you are disciples and knights and ascetics. After you came out and encountered the world, didn't you think about how weird the town you live in is?"

"Just like... Just like..." Momoki Kanono hesitated, the uncle's words echoing in her ears: "Religious concentration camp?"

Devin Burns was stunned and laughed: "Chanel, I didn't expect you to say such a thing. If the Pope heard it, he would have to send you back to school."

"Throw me back into the furnace? What do you mean?" Momoki Kanonai asked.

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"You just said it yourself, this town is like a religious concentration camp, and the whole town is full of monsters like us, all created monsters." Devin Burns' eyes flickered: "Have you ever thought about it, what about you? Chanel, are you a normal person?"

'Clang'

Are you a normal person? This sentence kept repeating.

Momoki Kanonai's head felt as if it were hit by a heavy hammer, and she felt dizzy.

There was a busy tone of 'buzz buzz buzz'.

"No, I'm not. I'm not." Momoki Kanonai said hastily, "I have parents."

"Really? How many times have you met your parents?" Steve Kerr said with a sneer, "Can you find your parents now? Do you know where they are? Look around you. Can you find a family like yours in the world? Can you find parents like you?"

Momoki Kanonai took two steps back in confusion.

yes.

Are there such parents? When I was young, I saw other children were accompanied by their parents, and I envied them very much.

But I never thought about whether these were my parents.

Who would doubt their parents? "Shanai, accept the reality. You are just like us." Devin Burns sighed and said, "You are also a monster created."

"I am not a monster. I was not created." Momoki Kanonai waved her hands and shook her head, unable to accept this fact: "Even if my parents are different from other parents, I look normal."

Momoki Kanonai tried her best to convince herself.

"Yes, your body is normal, but what about your soul? Is your soul normal?" Steve Kerr laughed sharply, "Don't you feel it yourself? Inexplicable dreams, inexplicable injuries, inexplicable things that don't belong to you, I don't believe you didn't notice."

"We were created to kill, but you were created just for your body, Saint Momoki Kanonai."

"Oh, no, even the title of Saint does not belong to you. In a way, even though we are monsters, we still belong to ourselves."

"And you? You don't even belong to yourself. You're just a container."

"A container destined to be soulless is no different from a bowl, a bucket, or a cup. Your existence is only to store the soul of a true saint of Protestantism."

"Momoki Kanono, you are worse than a monster. You were born just to be a discarded existence. Your fate has been determined since birth. You are waiting for your soul to be gradually devoured, and only this body will be left to become someone else's body."

Momoki Kanonai froze on the spot.

These words were like a bomb, shattering everything she had.

She was mumbling something to herself, but no one knew what she was saying.

The pupils of a pair of beautiful eyes were dilated and could not find the focus.

Everything they said matched.

From childhood to adulthood.

This strange dream of mine.

I often dream about messy things.

After waking up, various bruises and wounds often appear on the body for no reason.

There are often a lot of messy things in the room that don’t belong to you.

They didn't fool themselves.

I am just a shell, an existence that no one needs and was born only to be discarded.

Just a container.

Looking at Momoki Kanonai who looked like a wooden chicken.

Steve Kerr's eyes suddenly showed a sinister look.

Wave your hand.

A pair of fleshy whiskers grew wildly, trapping Taomu Xiangzhinai like a pair of tentacles.

She just came to her senses for a moment, struggled a bit, and then gave up resisting.

There's nothing to resist.

What else is there to resist?

Taomuxiang was completely hopeless.

What is the meaning of life?

A container that is worse than a monster, it would be better for it to die early.

Momoki Kanonna smiled.

I heard that before a person dies, all the important memories run through his mind like a revolving lantern.

But at this moment.

The only scene worth remembering may be the uncle.

But.

He hasn't appeared in his dreams for a long time.

Momoki Kanonai slowly closed her eyes.

Let's finish it soon.

everything.

"Steve!!!" Devin Burns frowned, and his long tongue bound the whiskers to stop the other party: "She is a poor person just like us, let her go."

"Devin, what are you talking about?" Steve Kerr said angrily, "Don't forget, she is just a shell. There is a terrible existence inside her."

"We are lucky to have met her now, but if we let her go now, the one who comes back next time will be the real Saint, and then we will be the ones to die!!"

When Devon Burns heard this, his expression became complicated and he twitched his head.

The long, slender tongue slowly retracted.

"Alas." He sighed deeply.

He looked at Momoki Kanonai with some reluctance.

What a nice girl.

The simplest and most innocent kid in that damn small town.

I'm sorry.

Steve Kerr smiled coldly, and another fleshy whisker came out and wrapped around Momoki Kanono's slender neck.

At this time.

Two huge fist prints flew over.

'boom!'

'boom!'

Two loud bangs.

There were two puddles of mud on the ground.

As a result, this small world began to slowly collapse.

Momoki Kanonai heard the sound and slowly opened her eyes.

A familiar face stood in front of her with a frown on his face: "What are you daydreaming about?"

“Big uncle!!”

Momoki Kanonai's eyes were suddenly covered with mist.

The drizzle in the sky is still falling.

Pearls mixed with rain water flowed down.

I feel so wronged.

"Why did you come now?"

"Where have you been these days?"

"Do you know that people miss you very much?"

Momoki Kanonai ran over and bumped into Fang Zuo's arms.

“You’re so bad!!”

The little fist kept hitting Fang Zuo's chest.

"You know what? I'm a monster, woooooo!!!"

"My parents are fake, no one wants me anymore!!"

As I cried, the world began to break apart.

Shift of perspective.

Fang Zuo and she appeared in her dormitory room.

Momoki Kanonai hugged Fang Zuo and cried happily.

Howling loudly with snot, tears and saliva.

He kept wiping it on Fang Zuo's shirt.

Fang Zuo couldn't bear it any longer, so he held up her two plump but much smaller buttocks than Yingkong Huwalnut's with one hand.

He pinched it with five fingers and sank deeply into it.

He lifted her up easily and carried her to the bathroom like a baby.

Then he picked up a white towel with his other hand and handed it to her.

Momoki Kanonai took it while howling.

He smeared it all over his little face.

Continuously twitching and sobbing.

Tell me everything that just happened.

"These past few days, I was glad that I had found my purpose in life, but it turns out that everything was in vain."

"I'm so sad and I don't want to live anymore, but when I see you coming, I don't want to die anymore."

“Woo woo woo.”

"But it's useless even if you come. You are just the uncle in my dream."

Momoki Kanonai denied herself as she spoke.

I was stunned when I saw the white towel.

"Why did you give me this? This one is for wiping feet."

"Wow, it's over. I'm going to get athlete's foot on my face."

Momoki Kanonai suddenly stopped crying.

A pair of beautiful eyes opened wide, looking around the surrounding environment, and then stared at Fang Zuo blankly.

He pointed out with trembling fingers.

"You and me. This is my bedroom."

"Uncle, how could you come out to my dormitory in a dream?"

(End of this chapter)