Chapter 20 Ship (3)

Chapter 20 Ship (3)

After what happened yesterday, Zhou accelerated his plan for the next projection. While the cabin was stable, he went to the ancient books for purchase and replacement to look through them one by one, and used his mobile phone to search for the terrain and historical records of the target points.

This ship has three target locations. Originally, he chose Yuntian City, where his parents were buried, but the current situation of the vest was not stable, and he was also under the attention of the Security Foundation headquarters, so he could not guarantee his own safety. Therefore,

Qingshui City, which was a little further away, became a better choice. He would stay there for a while, quietly waiting for Siming's status to be repaired, and to absorb more strength.

The new vest took shape after a few days of data search.

While scrolling through the video, the alarm he set rang, announcing that lunch time had arrived again.

Siming, who was originally holding the original's right hand and sitting on the bed, tilted his head: "Is it time?"

His profile was just reflected in the sunlight halo by the window. The eyes in the shadows stared at the original intently and sincerely, while the other half was half-covered, revealing a bit of arrogance that was not common when alone.

Even the blue and green eyes were divided into two parts, and the blue and green became distinct, like a lion cat with heterochromia. Even the hair color was the same. The original couldn't help but take action

. He lifted Siming's chin and looked at him carefully, and then ruffled the originally neat and smooth silver hair into a mess, like a blown dandelion under the static electricity.

After appreciating his masterpiece with the original, Zhou Ye had to control Siming to recover while walking towards the living room.

Yesterday's incident and the sailor's reminder made him start to pay attention to the passengers on the other side. Using the sand table in the pure white space, he found that the black-robed people on the other side almost never went out except for eating.

At first, Zhou Ye thought they should be some kind of secret gang.

But last night, because Siming's energy kept leaking, he couldn't get away, so he had to ask the sailor to help send food over.

Those people didn't go out either.

This morning, he deliberately asked Siming to go to the deck to watch the sea, and confirmed that the black-robed people followed him as soon as he set out, and even the little girl was not left behind.

Although they did not approach rudely, their extremely enthusiastic and excited eyes made Zhou subconsciously disgusted. He naturally disliked anything that taught people to obey mindlessly, whether it was rank or religion, especially this kind of worshipful gaze directed at him. It

made him particularly uncomfortable.

Thinking of the communication status between the main body and the little girl yesterday at noon, Zhou Ye deliberately asked Siming to go out again during lunch time.

After checking the sandbox, it was found that the little girl was left alone in the room again.

Siming opened the door and strode towards the restaurant with a slight hint of closure. This time he did not choose to pack it up, but took a small amount of food and sat in the corner with the least people.

The crowd, who were already very curious and afraid of him, immediately made way for him and watched him go to that position.

"Is he going to sit next to us? Should we move aside..."

"It shouldn't matter... Hey, why is he sitting in the civilian area." Several people muttered.

Siming divided the food on his plate slowly and gracefully, paying no attention to the gazes and words of the people around him.

"Should we go..." A man in a black robe asked the withered man in a low voice. He lowered his whole posture. Although he was obviously taller than the withered man, his eyes secretly glanced at the black-haired man's face.

"Wait until my lord finishes his meal."

The withered man's words fell straight down, as if he didn't understand why the people around him asked such a stupid question. Hearing his answer, the people around him nodded and began to eat faster.

Soon, the small amount of food on Siming's plate was consumed. He pursed his lips with a napkin, stood up and walked towards the deck he had been to in the morning. Several men in black robes had been watching him for a long time and quickly followed him.

As soon as he stepped into the sparsely populated area, the skinny man was no longer as indifferent as before. He took a few quick steps towards Siming and humbly called out, "My Lord, good day."

There was an abnormal joy in his tone.

Zhou Ye instantly thought of the cult records he had seen when he was looking up information a few days ago, but Siming did not do anything unusual to deserve such a title except for his behavior a few days ago.

So he controlled Siming to not speak, and took a few steps away from the men in black robes, looking at them coldly from top to bottom.

The sea breeze was hunting, and his long silver hair was scattered and blown like a spider web.

The shadow seemed to be getting deeper under the backlight, and the tall figure cast a long darkness, and several people were deeply covered in his elongated shadow.

"The remaining believers in the church are very happy to know that you have returned. You should be in the recovery period now..." Without getting a response from Sima Ming, the dry man continued to speak excitedly.

"We have brought the descendants of the women in the church as your new helpers."

"She has been trained since she was young, and she does not have much self-awareness, and she rarely comes into contact with outsiders. It only takes a little divine power to transform her into the body of a god."

"Of course this is also her honor, to be able to exist as a puppet and attribute her small achievements to your greater honor."

After saying this, the expression on his face, which was originally more intelligent and normal than that of the other black-robed people, gradually collapsed from the inside out.

First, blood began to seep into his eyes, and then his upper body began to tremble in a state that did not match the frequency of his lower body, and a gurgling sound continued to come out of his throat.

Seeing his state, the other black-robed men were not afraid at all. They just looked at Siming with expectation, as if he could do something to stop him.

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After Siming went out, the original body slowly pushed the wheelchair to the opposite side of the box and knocked gently on the door.

"Is Louisa there?" No one answered the first knock.

But Zhou Ye did not give up easily. He knocked on the door twice repeatedly. After a while, he heard a slight movement from behind the door.

"Who are you?" She acted as if she didn't remember Zhou Ye's voice at all.

"I came to thank you. You helped me lock the cabin door yesterday at noon, which was a great help to me... So I wanted to ask if you are free at noon to eat some of the small cakes I brought."

Zhou Ye shook the food in his hand, causing the paper box and tray wrapped in the cake to collide.

"What's a small cake?" The childish voice continued to come from behind the door.

"A kind of delicious food," Zhou Ye noticed the voice coming from far away, pushed the wheelchair back and slowly answered, "It's very small, a child like you can finish it in two bites, it won't take too long."

With a creak, the door opened.

The little girl looked to both sides before tentatively going out. Today, she was not wearing a black robe, but a loose shirt and trousers, like a hospital gown.

Her cheeks were a little sunken, not as glorious as yesterday. On the contrary, Zhou Ye was in much better condition than yesterday.

She did not immediately pay attention to the cake.

Since she was sitting in a wheelchair, there was not much height difference between her and Zhou Ye. She used her deep green eyes to carefully imitate Zhou Ye from bottom to top.

The movements were natural and direct, without any malice. Zhou Ye only felt like he was being observed from top to bottom by a passing animal.

"You look much better than yesterday." After retracting her gaze, Louisa made a serious summary.

"Thank you." Noticing the innocence of the child in front of him, Zhou couldn't help but smile gently, with a simple expression on his face.

"If I were him, I would do the same." The green-eyed little girl suddenly said something without a beginning or an end, and then directly reached out her hand.

She took a small cake on the tray, without saying thank you, turned around and wanted to close the door and go back to the room.

"No... these are all for you." Without considering what she just said, Zhou just handed the tray forward again, and now there were two other small cakes of different colors on it.

He prepared three colors: red, yellow, and blue. She just took the yellow one, and now there are only red and blue left.

The little girl, who had already stood on tiptoe and was pulling the handle to close the door, looked at him in surprise: "How could it be... Each person should only have one portion."

"Is it your elders' request?" Zhou Ye imitated the little girl's behavior when she just went out, looking around a little exaggeratedly, "I checked for you, they haven't come back yet."

"If they don't let you eat more sweets, don't tell them."

"Okay." Louisa was stunned, blinking her eyes, and she looked very cute with her golden curly hair.

Zhou Ye, who originally had no resistance to plush and long hair, couldn't help but reach out and tentatively touched her head, and the little girl in front of him became even more dazed.

"How could it be..."

"I'm sorry...because Louisa's hair looks very soft." Feeling the little girl's hand raising to refuse, Zhou Ye immediately withdrew his hand and apologized, "I won't do this next time."

"No, that's not the problem!" The little girl in front of him completely let go of her hand holding the door, and carefully scanned Zhou Ye from top to bottom.

After a long time, as if confirming something, her eyes instantly turned red.

Then she rushed back to the room quickly and slammed the door. After a moment, she realized that the person outside the door had not left yet, and she shouted again: "Go away, I don't want the remaining cakes!"

The negotiation failed, and Zhou Ye, who was interrupted by the sudden change, sighed helplessly and could only return to the room with the tray.

He had imagined many possibilities of failure, such as someone at the door or the little girl not responding to his request at all, but the situation before him made him unable to even intervene.

Zhou Ye slowly raised his left hand, and did not feel any difference from yesterday. The silver ring was still on his ring finger.

As the sound of the wheelchair went away, the little girl at the door fell to the ground.

Unlike the room over there, Louisa's room was very small, and there were five adults living in it. She, who was the smallest and had the least status, could only sleep in the cupboard.

The poor lighting and the closed space made the smell here full of sweat and unspeakable strange smells.

She picked up the small cake and put it under her nose to sniff.

"It smells so good." This cake was a cheap local cake Zhou Ye bought before leaving. It didn't look good, but it had a lot of milk and eggs in it, so it tasted very milky.

Her tears fell drop by drop onto the outer plastic wrapping paper. "But my mother said that the one with divine power is the skin of God, and Louisa can't get close to him."

With tears in her eyes, she looked back at the space opposite, but what she saw was not the closed door, but an endless darkness. The only thing that was shining was Zhou Ye and Siming on the deck of the cabin.

After a moment, she suddenly thought of a possibility, and hurriedly took out the classics she had recorded in the cabinet and searched through them, and finally found a line she wanted in the dense sesame words.

-In the era of the Lord's decline, He will not choose the skin, but will depend on the believers. Often at this time, the Lord will lose the ability to distinguish and be deceived by despicable believers.

-These false believers have good looks and are naturally good at sweet talk. Few people can distinguish them from true believers, but there is a good way to distinguish them.

"False believers like to monopolize the Lord's favor."

"True believers do not ask for, but only give."

After repeating the sentence written in the classics several times, Luisa's tearful face gradually showed a smile. She held the small cake that had been deformed due to the force just now back in front of her.

"He is favored by the gods, but he knows how to share. He must be a true believer."

After comforting herself in this way, Luisa took small bites of the cake still attached to the baking paper.

"How sweet..." She quickly thought that she would meet him at noon tomorrow, and her smile became even brighter, with a hint of swirl.

She decided to make a last-ditch effort, and when the officiant was out, she would definitely ask for the name of this good believer.