◎He said smart people should lose their curiosity◎
Gu Qianan took a deep breath and drove the chaotic thoughts from his mind.
If it was An Mo standing here, having lost all his memories, he would definitely be curious about the identity of the Son of God. In other words, this is the key to unlocking a new plot.
This kind of crucial prop must be returned to its original owner.
So Gu Qian said bluntly, "You've got the wrong person. I'm not the Son of God."
"You don't remember?" The psychic in front of him looked a little surprised after hearing his words, "Back then, my God sent down an oracle to make you the Son of God to save the suffering psychics. The power of God in your body is a symbol of that!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ball jumped off Gu Qian'an's shoulder, "When did I ever give an oracle? What on earth has the Church been doing in my name these years?"
It interfered with the operation of the world in the past, and has been on the blacklist of the law ever since. Many normal observation behaviors will be targeted by the law.
Therefore, before finding Gu Qian'an, Yuanqiu was already in a semi-free state with respect to this world.
Gu Qian'an also frowned. He suffered from mild social phobia. When talking to others, he would become anxious and nervous even if the other party gave him the slightest negative emotional feedback. But because of this, he was very sensitive to other people's emotional changes.
Although the psychic in front of him looked extremely surprised, Gu Qian'an could sense that he was extremely happy and pleased with the fact that the Son of God had lost his memory.
In other words, what the other party just said was most likely a lie carefully fabricated based on the Son's personality.
As a loyal reader of "Alien Species", he also has a general understanding of Yu Anmo's character. He is kind-hearted and will immediately lend a helping hand to any weak and unfair situation.
If the Son of God was An Mo, he would not care about any gods, nor would he immediately ask about his lost memories. He would only ask - "There are many people suffering, do they need my help?"
The psychic in front of him heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "Back then, God brought down divine punishment, and His power remained in various parts of the world. It is still causing damage to psychics today. Only you can absorb His energy to resolve all of this."
As he spoke, he held the round instrument in front of Gu Qian'an and said, "This is the resonance stone of the Holy See. When it first comes into contact with the power of a god within a hundred meters, it will glow and ring. We can use it to track other scattered energies."
Gu Qian'an and Yuanqiu looked at each other and saw relief in each other's eyes.
This psychic was conveying one message implicitly in his words - if you don't fuse the energy, countless people will be harmed.
If it was An Mo standing here, he would definitely take on this responsibility and do his best to help.
"The world is gradually slipping out of my control. I can't provide protection for An Mo. Once he absorbs my energy, he will be dead." The ball sighed.
By then, the protagonist dies prematurely and the comic ends badly, Gu Qian fails in his mission and cannot be resurrected, and the sphere loses the energy of high-latitude readers and leads the entire world to destruction.
A world is created in which everyone is equally harmed.
Gu Qianan took the resonance stone, and the crystal blue energy stayed quietly in the transparent shell.
He couldn't change An Mo's character, all he could do was to admit his identity and hide An Mo's existence from the Vatican.
Recovering the energy that the sphere lost that year and solving the damage caused by the energy was originally Gu Qian'an's main mission. Compared with An Mo, the risk of him doing this was much lower.
Once he and the ball have eliminated the danger, Anmer can move forward with the plot in a sufficiently safe environment.
"Lord Holy Son, are you ready?" asked the psychic.
"Of course," Gu Qian nodded, "but you don't have to call me the Holy Son in front of outsiders."
The Black Tower is Li Qiao's territory. Now that the third underground floor has been completely destroyed, he feels at ease talking to the psychic here. However, if he talks in other places, he might be overheard by Li Qiao's puppets.
Gu Qian is an impostor after all. His current body is a spherical body made out of thin air. He does not have any trace of his past in this world, so naturally he cannot be related to the Vatican.
Once Li Qiao goes to investigate, he will definitely be exposed.
The supernatural person had no doubt about his words, "Then I will be brave and call you by your name directly in public - An Mo."
Hearing this, Gu Qian'an's originally relaxed nerves suddenly became tense.
He originally thought that the people from the Vatican only recognized people through the resonance stone, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the other party's firm misidentification behavior, but now it seems that the other party just doesn't know what An Mo looks like!
In this case, he would have to change his original plan.
"How should I call you outside?"
Although Gu Qian'an responded as if nothing had happened, he was actually secretly mobilizing his supernatural powers.
Thanks to the other party's energy outburst just now, the energy in his body is now sufficient and has reached the A-level.
"He is a B-class esper," the sphere scanned very quickly, undoubtedly giving Gu Qian'an a shot of cardiac stimulant, "After the energy riot just now, his esper level is still tending to drop."
The supernatural being replied to Gu Qian'an without knowing it, "Feng Yang, my name is..."
Suddenly, his open lips closed tightly, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his mouth. He could only squeeze out a few "wuwu" sounds in his throat.
"I'm so sorry," Gu Qianan looked at him, "You know too much, otherwise I wouldn't have done this."
Although the sphere is a god worshipped by the Vatican, it has fallen for too long and knows nothing about the current Vatican. The supernatural person from the Vatican should be his best source of information.
But there was no way, An Mo had already participated in a round of competition, and everyone in the Black Tower knew what An Mo looked like.
Once he left the third underground floor, all his efforts to protect An Mo would be in vain.
Therefore, he had to make sure that this psychic from the Vatican would not dare to look for or disclose anything even if he knew that he was not the Son of God.
The boy spoke neither fast nor slow, but Feng Yang's shadow raised his right hand at an extremely fast speed and strangled his throat fiercely.
The shadow's movements moved his body, compressing his trachea and making it increasingly difficult to breathe. He wanted to open his mouth to breathe in oxygen, but under the shadow's control, his lips remained closed without a single gap.
He wanted to struggle, but his body was like a puppet controlled by the opponent, with no control over it at all.
The feeling of suffocation gradually became stronger, his vision began to blur, and the tinnitus became stronger and stronger, but in the midst of the noise, the boy's voice reached his ears extremely clearly.
"You are a smart person for being the first to find the Black Tower. Smart people should learn to let go of their curiosity, don't you think?"
Feng Yang's mind was in chaos, he couldn't think, his instinct for survival overwhelmed everything, in order to survive, he could give up anything.
After he nodded, the sound of crisp finger snaps rang out on the third floor underground. He fell to the ground exhausted, breathing desperately with his mouth wide open.
The silver-haired boy stood at the exit of the third underground floor, smiling at him as if nothing had happened, with a white finger raised in front of his mouth.
He said, "Tsk."
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The sixty-sixth floor of the Black Tower.
This was the room that Gu Qian'an had chosen himself. He had hoped that the auspicious floor number would bring good luck to his progress in the comic world. However, thinking back on what happened after entering the Black Tower, it can't be said that his wish came true, but rather that things went against his wishes.
The sphere stood on the table, and used energy to create disassembly tools, studying how to transform the round instrument.
Although the instrument's function of tracking lost energy is very useful, the buzzing sound after tracking it is too noticeable. If it is used as it is, one can imagine people looking towards the source of the sound and Gu Qian'an standing there stiffly.
"What on earth was I doing just now!" Gu Qian'an suddenly sat up from the bed, "Why did I have to say 'whoosh' to Feng Yang before I left?"
When the adrenaline in his body subsided, embarrassment and shame came over him. Gu Qian wanted to take advantage of this time to have a good rest, but who knew that the moment he closed his eyes, he would see the scene just now.
"What's this?" Yuanqiu opened the transparent shell and patiently comforted him, "You just acted like a big boss."
This is the truth. Even though he knew Gu Qian'an's character well, the scene just now still made him dazed for a moment.
Gu Qian couldn't help laughing at Yuanqiu's words. He wrapped himself in the quilt and shook it proudly from side to side. "Actually, I also think that I looked a bit handsome just now."
The room fell silent again, and the sphere continued to advance its transformation. However, when it reached the critical part, a resentful voice behind it frightened its data stream and the instrument flew into the air in an instant.
"If this scene is drawn into a comic, how will readers view me?" Gu Qinan poked his head out from under the blanket. "Will they think this person is stupid, pretentious, and immature?"
The ball could not respond to him. It flew through the air at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and only then did it manage to gather all the scattered parts in its arms before landing.
It was still in shock as it looked at the unknown object rolling on the bed, and it simply cut off its hearing - after returning to the room, this was the third time it was scared by Gu Qian'an, so let him deal with it on his own!
After three hours of effort without any interference, the instrument was completely modified. The ball transformed it into the appearance of a bracelet, the overall size was reduced, the ringing sound was eliminated, and the light emitted when encountering a target was also weakened accordingly. The main feature was convenience and concealment.
It turned around and found Gu Qian'an leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes dull and lifeless, obviously he had not rested for a long time.
"Why did I make that sound?"
The ball was speechless after hearing this, but before it could reply, there was a knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice, "Excuse me, is there anyone in the room?"
Gu Qian'an sat up from the bed instantly. He and Yuanqiu looked at each other, with the same confusion in their eyes - why did An Mo not go to the game so early in the morning and come to find them?
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Yuanqiu, a master of handicrafts, can not only make faces and figures, but also make tools to transform high-precision instruments.
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