A few days later, in the human world.
Secretary Liu officially took over the parliament from the deceased Lin Hailou.
At this moment, he was sitting in the office of Linhai Building, looking at the rain outside the window.
Secretary Liu’s decision to become the highest authority in the parliament was made after discussions among many parties.
He is a powerful Thriller Hunter, but also has a gentler attitude towards his subordinates.
It is far from the dictator model like Lin Hailou.
Right now, Dragon Country's horror scene needs stability even more.
Therefore, Secretary Liu is the perfect person to promote this matter.
He flipped through Lin Hailou's desk and finally found Lin Hailou's relics in a place sealed by ghost energy.
That was a letter.
There were a few large words written on the letter in a firm font.
"Round and Fatty"——Written personally by Secretary Liu.
"Old Lin...how did you know I was your successor?"
Secretary Liu smiled bitterly, stood in front of the window and slowly opened the letter.
Just by taking a look, Secretary Liu realized...
This is not a letter at all, but a suicide note!
"Little Fatty...it's like seeing you in person..."
Secretary Liu fumbled with the piece of letter paper. It was hard for him to imagine under what circumstances Lin Hailou had finished writing this letter.
Or...what kind of mood was he in at that time.
A full half hour passed.
Secretary Liu's fingers were still trembling slightly. He had seen many ghosts.
He also survived the siege of many ghosts.
He had never felt such complicated emotions before.
Outside the window, raindrops are dripping.
A tear welled up in the corner of Secretary Liu's eyes.
He seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to be expressing regret.
"Lin Hailou...you really are a fucking lunatic!"
"Have you ever thought about... what the consequences would be if I published this suicide note?"
Secretary Liu paced back and forth. He had quit smoking for more than ten years, and he took out a cigarette from Lin Hailou's desk and lit it for himself.
The rising layers of smoke rings made his thoughts surge.
The shock just now was also reduced a little by the effect of the smoke ring.
"good……"
"I promise you! I'll go crazy with you one last time!"
"If you succeed... no one will praise your merits..."
"But if we fail, you and I...will both be doomed..."
"Forget it, you're already dead, of course you're not afraid!"
"But I think you're right! If we in power don't do something that brings us stigma, then we shouldn't do it."
"Are you going to pass the buck to someone else?"
Secretary Liu took a deep breath and stomped out the cigarette he had just lit.
He finally understood...
What a crazy thing Lin Hailou is going to do.
Such a big variable...you really...
Aren’t you afraid?
…
Thriller World, Spire.
The Pope was listening to the believers' report with a grim face.
"Dead again? This evil god's vessel... is quite capable!"
After some thought, the Pope laughed.
"Forget it, it's just a container..."
"Waiting for my god to be resurrected, what kind of storm can a mere vessel stir up?"
The believers in the audience raised their arms and shouted: "Our emperor is wise!"
The Pope shook his head. To him, this matter was simply a trivial matter.
He was angry because, knowing full well that he was no match for the evil god's container...
Instead of trying to escape, his subordinates wanted to fight to the death with the other side.
How stupid!
Can't they just save their lives first like I did back then?
Without life...how can I accomplish the great task of resurrecting my God?
While thinking, the Pope had already reached the top of the tower.
At that location, there was a figure being fastened there.
His body was surrounded by dense ghost energy.
These ghost auras were like hard steel thorns, making it impossible for him to move at all.
"The evil god has a container... my god naturally has one too!" The Pope took a deep breath, then leaned down to look at the figure.
No. 017 looked over with difficulty.
"Your Majesty the Pope..."
"Well... you should feel lucky to be the vessel of my god."
"This is an opportunity that many people would never be able to obtain."
As the Pope spoke, he placed his hand on No. 017's shoulder.
He seemed to be checking something.
"Your Holiness, I am honored to be the nourishment of my God!"
"But... Your Holiness... When does the ceremony begin?"
"It will start in three days!" The Pope said with some emotion, patting No. 017 on the shoulder.
Thousands of years! He has been waiting...
But I just can’t wait!
It’s perfect... I can finally find a suitable container for my god!
"Okay... I want to eat a bite of apple..."
"Your Holiness, can you fulfill my wish?"
No. 017 slowly opened his mouth. At this moment, eating an apple seemed to be his last wish.
The Pope frowned, then looked at him with a puzzled look.
"Is this your wish?"
"yes……"
"Good!" The Pope waved his hand.
When No. 017 arrived at the spire, he had several apples on him.
It was just that he had to be tied to this position...so naturally, some of his belongings were placed somewhere else.
Right now, I just want to eat a bite of apple...
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