Chapter 36: The Cult
After flying unimpeded in the sky for six hours, the airship finally landed in District 13.
Ana Shen won seven and lost two.
When he went out, Aled doubted his life and felt more and more that Shen Yan was not simple, like an undercover sent by the higher-ups.
After six hours of trying and failing to get any useful information, Alade decided to treat people with sincerity.
Alaid, who originally wanted to go with Shen Yan, was stopped by others.
Shen Yan was brought to the side of the ferocious leader. Alaid looked at Shen Yan's back with a bit of disappointment, secretly planning to find him after entering the enemy's lair.
Under the dual temptation of money and spirit, the people who were hijacked on board reported their safety to their families after receiving the communication, so that they did not need to worry or call the police, so as not to waste the escort team's police force.
Each newcomer was followed by three people. Shen Yan was the key observation object and was brought by the leader named Lajin.
Larkin is not as tall as Valen, but he is also outstanding and above average in strength. The only traces of mechanization are the human-machine interface and eyes behind his neck.
Larkin couldn't ignore Ana Shen's undisguised scrutiny. He glared back in dissatisfaction, "Watch out for your own eyes."
Ana Shen envied: "Dude, how did you train your muscles? I don't want to stare at you so rudely, but you train so well, I really can't help it."
As he said this, Ana Shen rolled up his sleeves and patted his biceps worriedly, "It would be great if it could be this powerful."
Larkin: “…Humph.”
No one doesn't like to be complimented.
In this society that suppresses and inhibits mechanization, even if there are more and more cyborgs and the level of mechanization is getting higher and higher, no one will respect cyborgs from the bottom of their hearts and think that they are really cool.
Citizens of level three and below had to undergo some transformation in order to work.
The more mechanical modifications are made, the further they are from the scope of healthy natural persons, and the fewer jobs can accept them.
In the Colosseum, those who have undergone full body transformations look very powerful and glorious, but in reality they are just playthings of the upper class and will not live long.
It is the dominant wind direction in an area.
Why is this so?
If we are simply afraid that they will cause trouble, then the humans created through biological modification will be no less lethal than them.
Biological experiments are ongoing, and the neon lights on the building are everywhere advertising biological products that are cheap and seemingly have no side effects.
Drug testers are the last resort for healthy individuals who are desperate.
Ana Shen seemed to have grasped something vaguely, but before he could think further, he was put on a mask, knocked unconscious, and sent into the car.
La Jin looked at Ana Shen, who was helped up by him, with a complicated expression. He considerately helped him pull down the clothes that were accidentally rubbed on him. Considering that he was a healthy and natural person, he grabbed two handfuls of dirt from the ground and smeared them on his face.
I hope he is not chosen as the Holy Son.
This boy... is quite nice.
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"Don't let anything go wrong while the Son of God is being transported to the temple!"
"Yes! Bishop!"
Shen Yan just heard these words when he regained consciousness.
After thinking about it, he didn't open his eyes and pretended that he was still unconscious.
His head was swollen and numb with pain. If he was bewitched again, he would become mentally retarded. Where would he go to complain?
It was obviously this dangerous environment, but strangely, Ana Shen didn’t feel nervous at all.
Ruan Zhixian really raised his threshold.
Before getting rid of him, any fear that had nothing to do with Ruan Zhixian seemed to be just that.
Maybe I can become a horror game anchor in the future and make a living on the Internet.
Shen Yan thought endlessly.
He should be placed in a coffin-like box. He could feel the faint breath rebounding from the other side when he breathed. The fabric under him was soft and smooth. Wool? Satin? It should be satin.
Wool is a bit coarser than silk.
He was not wearing any clothes, at least his upper body was not wearing any clothes, so his back could feel the touch beneath him so clearly.
The people outside were very obedient, or rather, particularly pious. No one chatted along the way, and only the sounds of footsteps and breathing could be heard.
There were five people, four of them carried him, and there was another one in the front. Their footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible, but there was an extremely subtle mechanical sound.
The pain in his head gradually faded away, and Shen Yan's breathing became steady. He wavered between "suddenly resurrecting to scare them" and "growing up slowly to see what they were up to", and finally decided to stay alive for now.
He is a natural person who has not been modified at all, without even a human-machine interface, so it is not surprising that he was chosen as the Son of God.
According to the standards of the séance, any degree of mechanization below 10% should be acceptable, and there are more than one Holy Son.
The seven holy sons in the original work correspond to the seven deadly sins.
As vessels of sin, they were sentenced to death by the leader in public as the punishment they deserved for their sins.
Then it is announced that the noble Son of God has taken on the sins of all people, and that the believers can enjoy themselves freely without feeling guilty. The Son of God will be resurrected on the day when God descends, become God's word man, and spread the gospel.
An old cult.
Some of the saints were deceived and devoted themselves sincerely, and they really wanted to exchange their own deaths for the happiness of others.
The rest was all forced.
First brainwash them, then trick them into doing that.
If you are really determined and it is difficult to wash, there are other ways.
Start with your family, count three generations each, including brothers, sisters, parents, and relatives and friends, there will always be a breakthrough.
If there is no one at home and this unlucky guy cannot be controlled, then they will set up a trap and join hands with gangs to make people owe high-interest loans, be hunted down, and live a life worse than death.
At that time, you will have no choice but to surrender.
When the Son of God finally died.
Those who truly believed in this were also deceived into sacrificing their lives.
I really thought that on the day of God's coming in the future, I would be able to be resurrected with a new look and become God's closest beloved.
Linking death to a better future.
The people are gone, what’s the point of talking about the future?
Cults can cause great harm to people.
The more Shen Yan thought about it, the more disgusted he felt. He felt that this disgust was even worse than Ruan Zhixian's.
I couldn't help but hold my hands tightly, which were placed peacefully on both sides of my body.
And loosen again.
Ana Shen was placed somewhere steadily, followed by a calm and steady greeting after both parties completed the handover.
The lid is opened.
The group of people outside exclaimed.
"Oh my God, God's creation! God's creation!"
"A perfect human being without any modification, as innocent as a baby."
"Father, am I really worthy to dress for the Son?"
Ana Shen, who was placed in a coffin decorated with white silk, tuberose and white roses, was shrouded by slender black shadows, and pairs of inquiring eyes roamed over him. He could feel the terrifying and panic-stricken heat without opening his eyes.
The slightly cool hand wearing a black leather glove started from Ana Shen's ankle, slid all the way through his calves, thighs, lower abdomen and ribs, and finally stopped at the fresh color on his swollen, broken chest.
Pinch and knead.
Shen Yan was almost unable to hold it together, and he used all his life's acting skills to keep his breathing steady and not be exposed immediately.
"The Holy Son needs to be purified." The cold and magnetic voice could instantly bring to mind dozens of sadistic images, "You guys get out."
A few of them still wanted to fight for it and said a few more words, but were dragged away by their accomplices next to them.
The leathery, slightly astringent fingers fell on Shen Yan's eyes.
"You can wake up now."
Ana Shen opened his eyes, and his eyes, which had been in darkness, were dazzled by the bright lights, causing him to feel uncomfortable and painful.
The hand moved over, blocking Ana Shen’s light, and sighed, “The pure lamb is so fragile.”
Ana Shen took his hand away and sat up from the coffin, only then did he realize that he was completely naked.
The thin white veil half-covered Ana Shen's lower body, and all the private parts would be exposed if she moved a little.
Two pieces of soft cloth were wrapped around Shen Yan's arms, with the front open, leaving his chest empty, revealing his young and healthy body.
Ana Shen hooked the straps on the upper body of what could be called sexy lingerie, thinking that if she was sent to be sacrificed to the evil god, with this outfit, she would be more likely to be fired than eaten.
But there is no God in this world, so Shen Yan’s assumption does not hold true.
Ana Shen turned to look at the man next to him, “How to purify it, brother.”
The man's handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he was very dissatisfied with Shen Yan's reckless words. He pinched his chin and shook it, his eyes cold.
"I am your Father. You should call me Father."
Ana Shen clicked his tongue, slapped the man's hand impatiently, and sneered, "You are so old at such a young age? If you want to be a father, go give birth to one yourself, don't just call anyone your son."
"Rude and vulgar." The man shook his head sympathetically and sighed, "Unenlightened people are always like this."
"It's okay, I'll teach you."
Ana Shen maintained her rebellion, and she was not surprised at all.
Yes, that’s the taste.
He has a rich life experience and has also come into contact with cults.
He had a young nephew who was studying abroad and was converted to Christianity. He believed in it so deeply that he believed in it for life and death. He donated nearly five million yuan but it was not enough, so he wanted to bring his family in as well.
When Shen Yan learned about the situation, he went abroad to go deep behind enemy lines to see if he could defeat them from within. After discovering that no one spoke human language, he deeply realized the ideological gap between China and the outside world. He did not delay any further and rescued his nephew. It took him half a year to make him normal.
Rather than a mysterious riddle teller.
Ana Shen deliberately angered the man, mainly to see to what extent he had been brainwashed and whether there was any possibility of rebellion. When she saw his attitude, she gave up most of her thoughts.
It's already been marinated.
They are probably the first group of people to be infected.
He didn’t like Ana Shen’s attitude, his eyes were slightly cold, he went to the bookshelf by the wall and took out a box.
There was a whip in the wooden box.
Shen Yan is not an ungrateful masochist. It would be unnecessary for him to just stand there and laugh foolishly when the whip has been taken out.
The whip was wrapped with new iron thorns, which gleamed coldly under the light that was bright enough to illuminate every corner of the room.
If you hit him, his skin will definitely be torn into pieces.
Ana Shen revealed his fear at the right time, his knuckles turning white while clutching the coffin, and he said weakly, “Brother, I won’t talk nonsense, just put that thing away.”
The whip rolled into three circles was held in the man’s hand, and he leaned over and gently rubbed Shen Yan’s face, “Call me father.”
Ana Shen dodged back for a moment, his Adam’s apple rolled, he licked his brick-red mouth, and uttered two words tremblingly.
"……Father."
The man looked down at him, his eyes resting on his chest with a scrutinizing look.
Ana Shen’s skin was white, so a little color was very noticeable, and Falson was not honest, saying that he was just eating, but in fact he sucked and licked in other places as if occupying territory, leaving many marks.
The imprint on Shen Yan's skin makes people imagine a lot.
"Unclean." The cold whip swept over these marks one by one, and the iron spikes caused a slight sting. The man asked seriously: "Are you willing to repent for your uncleanness?"
It seems like he can’t survive this beating.
If it can cause less pain, it is better to cause less pain.
Ana Shen pursed her lips, took the initiative to straighten her chest, and under the man’s surprised gaze, she pulled the whip and pressed it against her chest.
The thorns of the iron thorn are very sharp. They pierce the skin and ooze out tiny spots of blood.
Ana Shen’s palm also hurt, but it was not enough.
Ana Shen used a little more strength until the blood on her chest dyed the white gauze red, then she carefully raised her eyes and looked at the man.
“Father, I know I was wrong.” Ana Shen spread out his palms, letting him see the wounds on his palms and chest, and said sincerely, “I was totally wrong.”
The transition was too natural.
The man who hadn’t had time to preach looked at Ana Shen steadily.
“Lies are more sinful than lust. Let me ask you again, Shen Yan, are you sincerely repentant?”
Ana Shen also looked back bravely. A man dressed as a priest stood in front of him. He was dressed in solemn black, with black hair and eyes. Every strand of his hair seemed to be written with rules and etiquette. Pure white rosary beads were wrapped around his wrist, which was the only embellishment on him.
Black is black, white is white. The world is divided into black and white. It is either black or white.
So compassionate, yet so serious.
Oh, the voice of God who saves all living beings and is omnipotent.
Great priest.
Ana Shen mentally matched the bgm and voiceover for this man, trying to immerse herself in the play.
Counterproductive.
Seeing such retro elements in the cyberpunk worldview is like mixing shit with gold.
Gold is gold, shit is shit.
Ana Shen, who almost laughed out loud, pressed the corners of his mouth and adjusted his expression with difficulty, revealing an expression that was neither crying nor laughing. Because it had some basis in reality, nonsense came out of his mouth.
"How can I be forgiven if I was born a sinner? My Father."
The priest was silent for a few seconds, raised the whip three times, and dropped it three times, but in the end he still failed to do anything.
He lifted Shen Yan's chin, looked deeply into his eyes, and asked again: "Are you willing to swear in the holy name of Him that you really know you are wrong?"
Shen Yan, who had no idea who He was, said: “I am willing, but I know I am wrong.”
The priest's expression became gentle. He pointed his finger downwards, lightly touched up a smear of blood, spread it on his fingertips, and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.
"I don't smell a lie."
Shen Yan:……?
Man, this is a bit too much.
Ana Shen began to wonder if he was a friendly force, but he was too into the role and couldn't control himself.
The man’s subsequent behavior dispelled Shen Yan’s suspicion.
The platform was half a person’s height, and Ana Shen’s upper body when he sat up just reached his waist.
He held Ana Shen in his arms, gently stroking the hair on the back of his head, his expression compassionate and gentle.
"God has seen your determination, and He will not bring punishment upon you."
He had a faint scent of tranquility. Shen Yan closed his eyes, pretending to be a sinner who had been pardoned. He imitated Falson and choked up, "Father, am I forgiven? Can I hug you? I'm so sad, woo woo woo."
"Of course." The man said happily, "My good boy."
Ana Shen’s hair passed through his fingertips, warm and cozy.
He closed his eyes in enjoyment, feeling the wholehearted admiration and dependence of the ignorant Lamb.
Uncontrollably excited.
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Shen Yan stayed in the church for the past two days. He was supervised when eating and sleeping, his dining etiquette was corrected, and he was very strict in what he said and did. If there was anything wrong, the priest would whip him.
This guy seemed to want to beat him up.
But Shen Yan slid to his knees very quickly, closed his eyes, opened his little mouth, and babala launched into a series of silky little combos, coaxing people so much that they didn't know what was going on and kept hugging him, calling him a good boy.
I was only injured on the first day, and the priest applied medicine carefully to the wound.
Various medicines were very advanced in this era, and the wound scabbed over that night. Shen Yan was itchy and wanted to scratch it, but the priest found out and tied his hands, saying that from now on your body belongs to God, and no one and nothing can hurt it except God.
Shen Yan thinks this god is suitable for selling insurance, which is guaranteed to make money.
He just endured it, and the priest applied some medicine to him. Finally, the scab fell off naturally, without even leaving any trace.
Ana Shen always felt that the priest seemed very sorry, as if he didn’t want him to get better so quickly.
Besides that, Ana Shen almost nailed it.
The priest said that in order to better serve their God, the Son of God needed to open himself to God without reservation.
Ana Shen didn’t understand what this had to do with nails until the priest found a thin, long gold chain from the pile of gorgeous, shiny accessories and gestured to Ana Shen.
"It's very beautiful," the priest praised. "God will be very, very pleased."
Shen Yan: …
He was obviously very satisfied.
He looks like a decent human being, and he keeps saying that he is doing it for God and his followers, as if he is very abstinent.
In fact, it is quite the opposite.
Later, after Shen Yan's extremely fierce rejection, he was able to keep himself intact.
Ana Shen had no intention of leaving. He followed the priest's rhythm every day and was not afraid that he would be trapped here for the rest of his life. Under the supervision day after day, he dedicated his life to God.
The long feeling of time was intentional on the part of the priest; in reality only seven days had passed.
This was the first time Ana Shen had put on slightly more formal clothes in these seven days.
It’s just that compared with other clothes before, this one has very little fabric, revealing a large area of the chest and waist on both sides.
At least the pants are tight, nothing leaks through, and there is no wind when walking.
Shen Yan was actually a little uncomfortable for a moment.
"Don't be nervous at the dinner tonight, just behave normally." The priest was very confident in Shen Yan, "You are the most outstanding Son of God, no one can be better than you."
Ana Shen said obediently: “Of course, father.”
After passing through the carved and exquisitely painted corridors and turning a few corners, we finally arrived at our destination.
Pushing open the heavy door, the priest nodded slightly to the people who were looking over.
They were the last to arrive.
In the middle of the solemn hall stood a long table large enough to seat seven people, with three people on each side. Aled was at the head of the left, and the second seat was vacant, probably reserved for Ana Shen.
As soon as you enter the door, you can see the super luxurious throne that suddenly raises your status and is out of tune with the surrounding seats.
Everyone is accompanied by their priest.
The six people who had already sat down had different looks on their faces, some fearful, some curious, some numb.
Among them, Adlai's eyes were the most complicated.
It seems like I'm saying that you've gone into the sea, and it also seems like I'm pitying you for going into the sea.
Shen Yan closed his eyes.
Oh shit.
Looking around, he was the only one wearing less.
He knew what he stood for.
Shen Yan, male, 24 years old, is in good mental and physical condition.
Diagnose lust.
There's no hope.
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