Chapter 3 Dangerous Technology Administration
The light of the incandescent lamp gradually stabilized, and Chen Fan also saw the things in front of him clearly -
it was just a portrait of a god hanging on the wall.
Chen Fan's face was pale, and he raised his slightly trembling right hand to wipe the fine cold sweat on his forehead.
Perhaps it was because of the light, or perhaps it was the influence of the strange scenes just now, he was dazzled for a while.
After the initial panic, an inexplicable anger rose in Chen Fan's heart.
Tear it up!
Tear up this portrait!
He stared at the female god in the portrait with bloodshot eyes, with unspeakable madness and fear buried in the deepest part of his eyes.
Time passed by minute by minute.
In the end, Chen Fan bit his back teeth hard, and with the remaining rationality, he suppressed the urge to tear up the portrait - tearing up the portrait of a god in the religious era, just thinking about it, you know that this is an unforgivable sin!
He turned his eyes away from the portrait, stepped over the dirty clothes scattered by the door, staggered to the desk, and pulled open the matching drawer on the wooden desk with force.
Looking at the scattered papers full of handwriting in the drawer, Chen Fan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
He carefully took them out and read them carefully under the dim light.
...
Each piece of paper full of handwriting was carefully marked with the date.
Chen Fan compared the notes with a paper calendar next to the desk and arranged them in chronological order.
Just one glance, Chen Fan realized the problem:
at the beginning, that is, a month ago, the handwriting on the paper was very clear, but as time went by, the handwriting began to gradually become sloppy, and every stroke seemed very hasty.
And this phenomenon is particularly obvious in the notes of the last three days!
Until today, the time when the original owner died, the handwriting on the paper has completely evolved into a group of abstract, twisted lines that are difficult for others to understand.
Obviously, the original owner's mental state has been declining in the past month, and has taken a sharp turn in the past three days, until he committed suicide!
Thinking of the weirdness of the statue in the living room, Chen Fan's face suddenly became ugly.
He suppressed his restless mood and started to read carefully from the first few notes.
June 18, 2067, sunny. Tomorrow, the God's Chosen Ceremony will be held again. Speaking of which, the God's Chosen Ceremony has been held more and more frequently in recent years...
June 19, 2067, cloudy. At the God's Chosen Ceremony, I unexpectedly became the God's Chosen One!
June 20, 2067, sunny. After becoming the God's Chosen One, everything is different. The neighbors obviously respect me a lot, except for Sister Huai who lives next door. I don't know why, her attitude towards me has changed...
June 21, 2067, sunny. The church deacon sent us a lot of supplies, and the living standard of our family has improved a lot. Thank God for the gift...
Chen Fan silently flipped the poor quality, light yellow, rough paper in his hand, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
It can be seen that the original owner's family situation is not very good. Becoming the God's Chosen One undoubtedly brought the original owner unprecedented glory.
Therefore, the notes of the past few days are full of praise and gratitude to the gods.
Since most of the notes are insignificant trivia, Chen Fan slightly speeded up the movement of flipping through them.
Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and stopped flipping through the pages.
July 1, 2067, heavy rain. I went to church today. I don't know why, but the attitude of the church people towards me was... a little strange.
From this day on, the handwriting began to become sloppy, and the content of the notes also began to become brief.
July 2, 2067, the next God's Chosen Ceremony will be held on August 18. I heard from the deacon of the church that our group of God's Chosen will go to the Kingdom of God on that day to serve God.
July 3, 2067, I heard that... the previous God's Chosen never came back.
July 4, 2067, I don't understand... Is the Kingdom of God so good? Why don't those God's Chosen want to come back?
Looking at the sloppy handwriting on the notes, Chen Fan felt a shudder in his heart.
Going to the Kingdom of God, serving God...
As a modern man, he immediately noticed the creepy elements in these highly iconic words.
Fuck, it won't be a living sacrifice, right?
Chen Fan quickly raised his head and glanced at the calendar next to him.
July 18th...
In other words, in one month, he will go to participate in the so-called God's Chosen Ceremony!
After realizing this, Chen Fan's face suddenly changed.
"Fuck!!!"
Are you kidding?
He finally got a second life, he doesn't want to become a sacrifice to the gods! !
No, no, no, there is no certainty yet!
The so-called human sacrifice is just his unilateral imagination, maybe there will be a turning point!
He breathed rapidly and flipped through the notes in his hand in a panic, trying to find clues that would negate his guess.
It's just...
The handwriting in the notes was so sloppy that it was difficult to recognize.
Chen Fan strained his eyes and only recognized some repeated words.
[Fake! All fake!!]
[God's Chosen One? This is a scam!!]
[False God!]
...
"Squeak..."
A refreshing breeze blew in from the open wooden window, and the wooden window swayed slightly, and the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling also swayed.
Looking at the shaking figure on the yellowed paper, Chen Fan felt cold hands and feet.
Stimulated by the cool breeze, he shuddered violently, and his bloodshot eyes revealed a deep fear!
God is fake, God's Chosen One is fake, everything is fake!
No wonder the original owner committed suicide - the collapse of faith is enough to destroy a person from the bones!
So, what is the truth? What did the original owner discover?
He didn't know!
But there is one thing he can be sure of:
the God's Chosen Ceremony in a month is likely to be the time of his death!
"Xiao Fan?"
A familiar voice came from outside the wooden door: "It's time to go to bed. Don't forget that you have to go to church to study tomorrow!"
Study?
What to study? How to become an excellent living sacrifice?
Chen Fan was silent for a moment, and then he responded in a low voice and turned off the incandescent lamp above his head in the form of prayer.
The dim starlight penetrated through the window and reflected on the portrait of the gods. The originally beautiful goddess became hideous and weird inexplicably.
Chen Fan, lying on the bed, had a lot of thoughts in his mind, confusion, uneasiness, fear... Countless negative emotions filled his heart.
Time passed by bit by bit, and he finally couldn't stand the double fatigue of body and mind, and closed his heavy eyelids.
...
This is an extremely vast space, with dense or sparse twisted light bands irregularly distributed in this vast space.
The light bands are gorgeous, with colors that are difficult to describe in words-it is far beyond the limits of human perception.
To be precise, this "vastness" is the feeling in Chen Fan's heart.
Just like being thrown into a space with nothing around, an involuntary and familiar feeling of floating rose in Chen Fan's heart.
After a brief confusion, Chen Fan suddenly woke up: Damn, isn't this the scene he experienced before crossing? !
Could it be that he died again?
He didn't do anything wrong, so he couldn't be so unlucky? !
Just as he was about to observe the surrounding environment carefully, accompanied by a strong sense of dizziness, a meaningless and very vague whisper sounded in his ears.
Just like the noise of a radio not receiving a signal, Chen Fan frowned uncomfortably, and then subconsciously covered his ears.
But it didn't have any effect. The whisper still permeated his mind, and as time went on, the whisper continued to amplify!
Damn!
Only one thought flashed through Chen Fan's mind, and then his consciousness was dispersed by this extremely obscure whisper and murmur.
Suddenly, a very slight but very clear sound appeared in the obscure whisper.
"Central Academy of the Pan-Universe Human Alliance, Dangerous Technology Administration's 3673rd call, TE913 research vessel received, please respond."
"The corresponding frequency band signal has been retrieved, and we are trying to make contact..."
"No response to the first communication request, and the second communication request will be initiated..."
Chen Fan, who was unconscious due to the impact of the obscure whisper, opened his mouth and shouted with all his strength:
"Fuck you! Turn off the free mic!!"
The next second.
"The communication link has been successfully established, and the target has been confirmed to be a carbon-based highly intelligent life form."
"The coordinates have been successfully located, and preparations for ultra-long-distance transmission across the universe are in progress..."
(End of this chapter)
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