Chapter 38 Sleep
Ruan Zhixian, whose vitals were stepped on by Shen Yan, showed an embarrassed look on his face.
"I'm sorry, brother. I just, just..." Ruan Zhixian closed his eyes and took a breath, "Brother, I, I can't help it."
Shen Yan: …
Ana Shen immediately took three steps back, Ruan Zhixian stood up awkwardly, and quickly rushed into the bathroom.
There was a sound of water running in the bathroom.
Ana Shen rubbed the soles of his feet hard on the carpeted floor and made a click of the tongue.
Even though he was provoking Ruan Zhixian so much, Ruan Zhixian still kept his vest on and it seemed that he had no intention of taking it off.
The few steps he took from the corner to the bathroom were simply Oscar-level acting. No one could tell the connection between him and Ruan Zhixian other than their looks.
Shen Yan's teeth gently pressed against the ring on the tip of his tongue.
The people in the cult knew that his name was Shen Yan because they had special file search methods and could find relevant information about him by comparing pupil patterns and fingerprints.
The original Chen Yan died on the ship, and Ruan Zhixian later gave him another identity, also called Chen Yan.
It was not difficult for Ruan Zhixian to handle matters related to the Internet, but he did not even change his name. He joined the cult using his real name, Ruan Zhixian, and in fact only revealed his attitude to him.
He is Ruan Zhixian, but he may not be.
He just wanted to watch him and not interfere with his actions.
It turned out that Ruan Zhixian was curious about him to this extent.
Even the original Paradise Island plan in the plot was put on hold, and he deliberately went to the cult to pretend to be an honest man.
OK.
Then let's see.
Ana Shen walked slowly to the bathroom door and knocked twice with his fingers.
"Sorry, my friend, I accidentally cut out my second personality just now. Are you okay?"
The sound of water inside stopped, and the bathroom door suddenly opened, and the cold steam hit her face. Ruan Zhixian pursed his lips, his face and ear tips were still red, and he quickly glanced at Ana Shen and whispered, “It’s okay.”
After a pause, he lowered his head again and said in a very soft voice: "I am not normal. I am sorry."
"It's okay. At least you have self-awareness. My brother who died early was the real pervert. He..."
Shen Yan put his arm around Ruan Zhixian's shoulders like a good brother, wanting to take the opportunity to spread rumors, but two priests came in.
Shen Yan's priest frowned and looked at Shen Yan unhappily. Shen Yan retracted the teasing smile that should not appear on the face of the Holy Son, and walked two steps to the side seriously and dignifiedly, keeping a distance from Ruan Zhixian.
The priest swept Ruan Zhixian with a cold and arrogant look, snorted contemptuously, pulled Ana Shen to his side somewhat roughly, and raised his chin to the other priest, “Silo, take him away, I want to change clothes for my Holy Son.”
The other priest had blond hair and blue eyes, and his temperament was subtly similar to the honest version of Ruan Zhixian. He was not angry when being treated like this by the priest. Instead, he smiled gently and took Ruan Zhixian away to continue attending the holy feast.
The door slammed shut, and the priest who watched the two men leave slowly turned his eyes and looked at Ana Shen.
"The Son of God should remain pure. God will forgive your frivolity and impurity for only five days. Why do you..."
The rest of the words were left unsaid.
Shen Yan's tears rolled down and directly silenced the priest.
He cried and frantically wiped the right arm that he had held with Ruan Zhixian, and choked up and said, "Father, what should I do? I was tempted by the devil in my heart and dared to do such an outrageous thing. Oh my God! I am guilty!"
Priest: “You…”
"Do you want to cut it off? This sinful arm should not continue to grow on my body. Father, do you want to go to the church? I will be patient and not make any sound. I am willing to cut off this sinful arm in front of God."
Priest: “That’s not the case…”
Ana Shen covered her face and knelt weakly, bending over, crying desperately through her fingers: “Father, I’m in so much pain, please show me the way.”
Priest: “…”
The priest’s jaw tensed, then returned to normal, he helped Ana Shen up, and said in a slow and soothing voice: “You are pious enough, God will forgive you—the holy feast is not over yet, put on your clothes, I will take you back to continue.”
Ana Shen nodded with tears in her eyes, quickly changed her clothes, and returned to the banquet hall.
On the floor of the corridor from the banquet hall to the lounge, there were traces of potholes caused by corrosion by mucus. Several people dressed as waiters were cleaning it, with expressions of both fear and excitement.
These people were probably just lured in not long ago and are in a state of half-belief and half-doubt.
It should be an ordinary person who doesn't know much about biological modification.
When Ana Shen and the priest walked past them, everyone stopped what they were doing, bowed to them respectfully, and waited until they left before continuing to work.
The banquet hall was in a mess. Several large holes suddenly appeared on the neatly patterned floor, and the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling fell beside the long table.
The priest behind Cool Sister was replaced by another one, and half of her body was splattered with undried blood.
Cool sister’s face turned pale, her pupils trembled, and she was still in shock.
The soiled chairs had been replaced, and the seven people sat around the long table that had been split in two. The scene was eerily quiet.
The holy feast continues.
According to the process, after finishing the meal, the seven saints and all the godfathers, under the guidance of the leader, must pray devoutly to God, thank Him for the meal, and finally drop their own blood into the holy chalice filled with holy water.
Even after the first Holy Communion, their subsequent actions are not restricted. They can continue to listen to teachings in the church and serve God wholeheartedly until the Day of Judgment, or they can go to other places where believers gather to spread God's grace.
The table for the holy banquet was already rotten, and the food on the table was no longer recognizable as it was originally. No one could continue eating, and they should have started the next step, but there was no sign of the leader.
Shrouded in fear, everyone was silent and no one dared to object to the arrangement.
In the extreme silence, a gentle and magnetic voice suddenly appeared.
"My children, why are you so silent?"
Everyone turned around and saw a man through the door that had been corroded to the point of being useless.
He was dressed simply, even more simply than the priest, in a white shirt and loose black trousers, without any unnecessary decorations. He had a calm and indifferent temperament. He looked at them with a slight smile and reached out to push open the door.
He passed through the ruins slowly, passed by Shen Yan's side, stopped for a while at Shen Yan's position, and then sat down on the luxurious chair in the main seat.
Such a decent person, when he sat on the chair, he seemed to have lost his bones, leaning sideways, crossing his legs, and whispered, "Continue."
The waiters came in one after another, each holding a small cup in their hands, bowing their heads respectfully, and standing beside the Son of God.
Ana Shen thought, another bking made its debut.
The only person who can sit in that position is the Pope.
But his voice was very young, completely different from the voice that Shen Yan had heard in the coffin before, which told someone to send him to the cathedral.
After Ana Shen had her blood drawn, she followed the waiter’s moving route to see the man on the throne.
That person was actually looking at him.
When they looked at each other, his smile deepened a little, and when the waiter presented Ana Shen’s blood to him, he did not immediately put the blood into the Holy Grail, but shook the cup twice, and sighed: “Only pure believers have such pure blood.”
“You are excellent, Ana Shen.”
Ana Shen’s heart skipped a beat, she pursed her lips and nodded pretending to be happy, then retracted her gaze.
Fortunately, the subsequent procedures went smoothly. The weird-looking Pope who looked unlike a normal human did not do anything out of line again. After the sons of saints completed the ceremony in fear, they followed the priest out of the banquet hall.
After returning, Ana Shen took another bath and breathed a sigh of relief in the steaming bathtub.
His body sank, leaving only half of his head above the water. After blowing a few bubbles, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and sank completely.
The slightly long hair floated on the water like seaweed. After more than ten seconds, Shen Yan broke out of the water. The water droplets on his eyelashes trembled and rolled off when he blinked.
Do this several times.
After playing until the water became warm and cool, Ana Shen got up, casually wiped the shiny water droplets on his body, dried his hair, and lay down on the bed.
Half asleep and half awake, he heard someone calling his name.
He couldn't open his eyes, and tried to wave away the annoying sound like waving a fly, but his knuckles couldn't lift even a little bit.
The voice continued, calling his name and putting something hard, like candy, into his mouth.
No flavor, but melts quickly.
When Ana Shen tried to push it out, it had almost melted, part of it was swallowed down his throat, and the other part slid down from the corner of his mouth.
The shadow gently rubbed the corner of his lips, then touched his lips again, pressing down slightly.
Shen Yan, who was originally conscious, now even his mind has become muddled.
“Alan Shen, you are God’s favorite.”
"God favors you."
"Please open yourself up without hiding anything."
“God loves you very much.”
The man’s voice seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and Ana Shen couldn’t hear it clearly. The only thing that was real was the touch on his body.
A pair of hands slid down along the corner of his lips, across his neck, collarbone and chest, to his most vulnerable part.
Held him.
The sudden increase in speed made Ana Shen groan and his breathing quickened.
He could feel the changes in every inch of his body, but he had no way to analyze the meaning of these changes.
Finally, his rationality dissipated and Shen Yan fell asleep.
-
Oh shit.
When Ana Shen woke up, she held her sore abdomen, and when she got out of bed, she almost couldn't stand because of her weak legs.
The priest was by his bed, staring at him for an unknown period of time, and when he saw Shen Yan's appearance, he looked at him with a complicated expression.
"God has favored you."
“God is pleased.”
"God has planted a precious offspring for you. God requires you to stay in the temple and not leave until the offspring is born."
Ana Shen almost couldn’t hold back her character, and after being helped back to the bed, she directly lifted up her pajamas to look at her body.
There were no marks on Ana Shen’s body, and the little red marks made by Falson had faded away, and it was very clean.
Ana Shen looked at the priest blankly, and said puzzledly: "Offspring? Father, I don't understand."
The priest had no intention of explaining to him. He patted his head gently and said, "It will only take three months for the new God to come. Just wait."
Ana Shen pursed her lips and looked at the priest, her eyes red.
The priest thought he couldn’t accept the fact, and was about to open his mouth to comfort him, but he saw Ana Shen covering his face and said excitedly:
"I can actually bear children for God."
"What a blessing."
The priest’s hand, which was suspended in the air, paused, and in the end he did not continue to comfort Ana Shen. He looked at him silently for a while, then turned and left.
This mission to eradicate the cult was fraught with difficulties. Fang Luo, the captain of the third detachment of the Thirteenth District Guard and a priest, was deeply aware of the damage that the cult did to people's spirit, and secretly made up his mind to complete the mission within three months.
Shen Yan, who had just arrived at the cult, still had a sense of disguise and resistance. He wanted to become the downline of this operation, but he never thought...
Fang Luo sighed as he walked out the door.
He was too aggressive in his actions and really turned people into devout believers.
When the mission is completed, he will pay out of his own pocket to apply for the best psychologist for Shen Yan.
——If they can live to that time.
at the same time.
"Mr. Qi, the genetic comparison is out."
Qi Cong, who was wearing a white shirt and black pants, was playing with the crystal ornament in his hand. The skull refracted different colors of light. He glanced at it calmly and asked, "How is it?"
"The match is 80 percent."
Qi Cong then became interested and asked for the information.
In the upper left corner of the information was a photo of Shen Yan, and the first page was basic information. Qi Cong turned directly to the next page, and his eyes lit up more and more as he read.
——The rejection rate is maintained below 20%, and the survival level has exceeded the current data, making it suitable for becoming a mother.
He just said it.
Why did Ruan Zhixian run out of Area 1 for no reason? It turned out that he had found a more suitable mother body.
The mother body that has been sought for ten years has not been found until now, so the biological experiments have been delayed.
There are so many people, but there is always that little bit missing.
But their plan is so secretive that it cannot be made public. It is no exaggeration to say that it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
An 80 percent match is considered very good among the 50 percent.
Just capture the experimental subject back directly. I don’t know what else he is playing.
Yes, he is like this. When he was in District 1, he was different from others and always liked to do something special.
He was bored staying in Area 1 and had only wanted to do some church fun, but he didn't expect that the person that Ruan Zhixian liked would actually fall into his hands.
A fate given by God.
It seems very interesting.
He wanted to play too.
Qi Cong put the report on the table and continued, "Got it. Continue to observe the condition and mental state of the experimental subject."
"yes."
The man in black retreated.
Qi Cong simply put his legs on the table, thought of something, suddenly smiled, put his legs down, went to the room to change into a better set of clothes, sprayed some perfume, and smoothed his hair.
After looking around again and again and making sure that his image could probably overshadow Ruan Zhixian, who was currently in disguise, he pushed the door open and left, heading towards the sanctuary where Shen Yan was.
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