Chapter 686, Suspicious Signal
Meng Xichao felt pain just looking at Master: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." The Master rubbed his forehead and closed the cabinet door. "Maybe it's been a while since I came here for over ten years. These edges and corners need some repairs."
"Oh..." Meng Xichao responded without saying anything else.
"Here." The Master pointed, "That's your mother's old office."
Meng Xichao immediately turned his head and saw an independent office.
The lights were glowing white, and there were all kinds of cute little ornaments on the clean and tidy office desk.
He had the impression that his mother also seemed to like this cute little thing.
Meng Xi walked in step by step, looked around, and then his eyes fell on a photo frame on the desk.
In the photo frame, a woman with shoulder-length hair is holding her two children in her arms and smiling sweetly.
Meng Zhihuan was still young at that time, with two small tufts of hair on her head like antennas. She had a chubby little face and looked at the camera confusedly, with her mouth slightly open and saliva flowing out.
He has become much more mature. He doesn't even wear open-crotch pants anymore and is always looking for an opportunity to pull his sister's pigtails.
"Look, doesn't Zhihuan look a lot like your mother?" Master walked over to Meng Xichao and said, "Especially when she smiles."
"Yeah." Meng Xichao chuckled. "I almost forgot what my mom looked like. Only after seeing the photo did I realize...she really looks like me."
"Oh, and this." The Master opened the cabinet and took out a box. "This is your mother's treasure. It's locked with an electronic combination. Try to open it. You only have three chances left."
"Hmm?" Meng Xichao put down the photo frame, took the box, and hesitantly entered his and Meng Zhihuan's birthdays, but they were both wrong.
"There's only one last chance left. So even you don't know? It seems this box can't be opened." Master's tone was a little regretful. He turned to look at Meng Xichao and said, "Will Zhihuan know?"
"Zhihua was still young when her mother passed away. She doesn't remember much." Meng Xichao shook her head and then looked at the combination lock on the box again: "Did my mother leave any hints?"
"No."
"What if the last chance is used up?" Meng Xichao stretched out his hand as if wanting to try again.
"It's nothing~" Master said with a smile, "It will self-destruct."
"?" Meng Xichao's fingertips had just pressed the first number when he heard the voice and turned his head to look at Master stiffly: "Shouldn't you have said this earlier?"
"I was just about to say this," the Master said, pointing to the countdown in the upper right corner of the screen. "If you don't complete the input within 10 seconds, it will be counted as a failure."
"ah?"
"Seven seconds left."
"!" Meng Xichao was stunned, looking at the countdown numbers, he made up his mind, and then pressed a few numbers.
The countdown stopped at the number "2".
With a "click", the box opened.
"You guessed it, right? As expected, you are the only person in the world who knows your mother best." Master smiled and stretched out his hand to open the box, but saw Meng Xichao put his hand on the box and locked it again.
Master raised his eyes to look at Meng Xichao, and saw that his face was gloomy and ugly.
"What's wrong?" Master looked at Meng Xichao: "That string of numbers is..."
"Nothing." Meng Xi threw the box into the cabinet and said, "Let's talk about your plan this time."
The Master withdrew his gaze and looked at Meng Xichao with interest: "Okay, welcome to join my god-making plan."
"God-making plan? Haven't you always claimed to be a god?" Meng Xichao looked at Master with some surprise.
"Who says there's only one god in the world?" The Master smiled, turned around and left the office, taking Meng Xichao to the other side of the base. "Go look at any temple that's full of worshippers and see how many statues and gods are enshrined there."
"so?"
"Every country, every faith, every version of mythology tells the story of how God created humans.
For example, in Inca mythology, the creator god carved a stone statue, which was resurrected as a human being through sunlight.
In Shilluk mythology, the creator god created white people from white mud, red people from mud from the Nile River, and black people from black mud.
There are also the well-known Adam and Eve, the Chinese myth "Nuwa Creates Human Beings", and so on.
But these so-called gods...assuming that gods really exist in the world.
So, these gods rely on human creativity and faith to exist, don’t they?
In China, during the matriarchal society, Nuwa was revered as the supreme god.
During the transition to the agricultural age, after the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the Supreme God became the Lord of Heaven."
"It's really strange to hear that from you." Meng Xichao looked at Master and said, "But... I understand. Please continue."
"I firmly believe that if God truly exists in this world, then God exists because of human needs." The Master said, "If that's the case, then humans can naturally create God."
"Well, then?"
"I want to create a new god." Master said: "Xiyan is good, but she is not decisive enough."
"Xiyan is very good." Meng Xichao finally became interested: "She will be the most perfect god."
"That's right, but she still needs some proper training." Master nodded and pressed the button next to him.
A projection appeared on the wall.
The Master entered a clear coordinate system on the keyboard.
The island park named "Xiyan Paradise" came into Meng Xichao's sight.
"This is the perfect testing ground I've set up for her." A meaningful smile appeared on the Master's face. "She will have an unforgettable New Year."
"Oh?" Meng Xichao's eyes fell on the island map, and he slowly smiled: "I like it very much, and she will like it too."
"Right, I think she would like it too." The Master said with a smile, and when he turned around, he hit his knee with a "bang" and gasped in pain.
Meng Xichao felt so painful just hearing that voice.
At the same time, Luo Zhenxuan received the news.
A suspicious signal was detected on Shenyin Mountain and has been recorded and saved. It will be analyzed and sampled as soon as possible, and we await further instructions.
"Okay, I understand." Luo Zhenxuan frowned slightly after hanging up the phone.
There is indeed a problem over at Shenyin Mountain.
He forwarded the data analysis from Shenyin Mountain to Kong Xiyan, who replied with a "Received" and then there was no more news.
Luo Zhenxuan understood that Kong Xiyan still had to prepare for the New Year's landing on the island, so he put away his phone and went about his own business.
The New Year comes after Laba Festival.
Very busy.
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