After slowly sprinkling the carefully selected sea salt on the freshly fried meat, Bucky picked up the plate and put it in front of him. He took a deep breath and enjoyed the fragrance of the cooked meat.
Nothing could satisfy him more than having a special fried steak for breakfast in the morning.
Meat was justice!
But just as Bucky was about to start eating, the video phone behind him suddenly rang.
Not only was it the 'high priest' (self-proclaimed) of the Church of God, but Mr. Beson, who was also the manager of the manor, also called and said that Mr. St. Fran had come to visit.
This immediately wiped out Bucky's good mood. Because it reminded him of the horrible memory of being exposed on the rooftop — that's right, it was the thing that happened last night.
Bucky didn't buy the answer from the club in the end.
It was not because he really didn't want to give up the 100,000 units of faith, but because he only had a little more than 30,000 units of faith.
Why?
Of course, it was because he had bought a cold storage full of special meat early — 'God's Emissary' liked to eat meat, and he couldn't do without meat for five meals a day. This was something that almost everyone in the manor knew.
And the cold storage used to store the rations of 'God's Emissary' was guarded 24 hours a day.
At present, because of the large amount of stock, Bucky didn't have many units of faith in hand, so he was powerless to buy the answer that required 100,000 units of faith.
However, Brother Ming was obviously not the person who would make him faint on the rooftop inexplicably. Otherwise, why would he need the answer of 100,000 units of faith?
"That's not good …" Bucky frowned. After thinking for a while, he directly ordered, "Beson, let him wait for me in the living room for a while."
…
When the 'God's Emissary' appeared in front of Mr. St. Fran, it had been two hours since Mr. St. Fran visited the manor.
"I'm really sorry, I'm used to praying to my God after waking up in the morning." Bucky appeared in front of people with a smile and said humbly, "I'm really sorry to keep Mr. St. Fran waiting for so long."
"Perhaps it's because you're so devout that you can become the person who receives the Oracle." Mr. St. Fran smiled at this time and said the right compliment.
"I don't know why Mr. St. Fran came to see me so early." Bucky asked flatly. At the same time, he glanced at Miss Kosni, who had come with Monsieur de Saint-Fran.
At this time, Mr. Franc suddenly said, "Messenger, about what happened last night, can I talk to you alone?"
Buggy was a little hesitant, but Mr. Besson said seriously, "I'm sorry, Mr. San Fran. You're not a believer of my church, so you can't meet the messenger alone."
Obviously, Mr. SaintFrance didn't expect Mr. Beson to suddenly interrupt. He frowned at this moment, but he saw that Mr. Beson's gaze was neither servile nor overbearing, which made Mr. SaintFrance a little confused.
"It's okay, Besson." Unexpectedly, Buggy said, "I also have something to discuss with Mr. San Fran alone. You can all leave first."
"Alright!" Mr. Besson agreed without hesitation. At the same time, he walked to the front of Miss Kosini and made a gesture of invitation. It seemed that Mr. Besson really carried out the messenger's instructions meticulously. There was no room for him to turn around.
Soon, only Buggy and Mr. SaintFrance were left in the living room.
Buggy suddenly smiled, then pointed to the sofa next to him and said, "Let's not stand. Let's sit down."
Mr. SaintFrance nodded without any objection, but he carefully looked at the sofa. In fact, since he came in, he had been very careful. He didn't even drink the water brought by the servant.
Since he already knew that this emissary was an expert in hypnotism, any of the furnishings in this reception hall could be used as a hypnotic tool or even a psychological suggestion.
But the things here did not seem to reach that level … For example, there were no alternating colors of the floor, no repetitive chimes of the bell, and no deceptive paintings — there were not even any murals here.
As for the smell … Mr. SaintFrance was very sensitive to smell, and he had done a lot of training to distinguish smells. In this aspect, there seemed to be no smell.
Then, the only thing left was language, as long as he kept his head clear …
Mr. SaintFrance smiled and then sat down. But he didn't know that the moment he sat down, his eyes had become completely empty, and his thoughts had stopped at this moment.
Buggy yawned and sat down lazily in front of Mr. SaintFrance. The moment Mr. SaintFrance walked to the sofa, Buggy had already cast a Charm on him without saying anything.
It was convenient.
"Slap yourself and see." Buggy suddenly said.
Mr. SaintFrance's eyes were dull, but he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard. But at the moment when he was about to hit, Buggy suddenly shouted to stop.
His hand was less than half a centimeter away from Mr. SaintFrance's cheek. It was very dangerous.
Buggy nodded with satisfaction — only people who were under the Charm could have such a reaction. Because the target under the Charm would only act according to orders, and would not think through his brain — because it was similar to an unconditional discharge, he could stop in time.
As for why he asked him to stop … of course, it was to prevent Brother Ming from suspecting anything because of the pain on his cheek when he woke up.
Buggy had been dealing with Brother Ming for some years, so he was very clear about Brother Ming's seemingly frivolous but cautious character.
"Now let's talk about serious things, Brother Ming." Buggy smiled and said, "How did I leave last night, do you know?"
Mr. SaintFrance said emotionlessly, "I don't know. According to Ke Sini, after she woke up, the messenger had disappeared. "
Buggy was stunned and then frowned — it was not Brother Ming's doing. This could be confirmed now … but it also became more confusing.
Could it be that he could only know the answer after he earned 100,000 units of faith?
But 100,000 units of faith could buy a lot of meat …
Buggy sighed and then asked directly, "Brother Ming, how did you become Mr. SaintFrance … What are you thinking now? Also, I heard that you want to be the president? "
So, Mr. SaintFrance told him in detail how he changed from one of the backbone of the Imperial Capital Headquarters to a great philanthropist.
It turned out that as early as when he worked with Buggy in the Imperial Capital Headquarters, Brother Ming had already planned to clear his name, so he had been doing something secretly as Mr. SaintFrance — until Brother Ming was arrested and put in prison, Mr. SaintFrance gradually became more active.
As for why Brother Ming could still play the role of Mr. San Francesco so happily in prison, Bucky had no interest in it at all. After all, when he was in prison, he also lived a comfortable life, didn't he?
"I do want to be the president …"
"A smart person should wait for the highest point."
"If I can use the messenger and his network, it will be very helpful for me to participate in the election. This is also the purpose of my visit today."
"Ke Sini is indeed my adopted daughter, but I have not touched her. But she is very dependent on drugs, so I will not worry that she will betray me. "
"After becoming the president, what I want to do is …"
When Mr. SaintFrance answered this question, Buggy suddenly saw a struggling expression on his face.
"What I want to do is … is … is …"
Mr. SaintFrance's struggling expression became more and more intense, which made Buggy frown.
This was because the Charm spell had already been explained when he bought it. That was, if the charm met a strong-willed person and touched the bottom line of this person's heart, it might fail.
"Stop, I am not interested in knowing what you are going to do after becoming the president," Buggy said quickly.
Mr. SaintFrance's expression gradually became calm.
Buggy was thinking about something and glanced at Mr. SaintFrance from time to time — finally, Buggy made a decision.
…
The messenger and Mr. SaintFrance talked for a full hour and a half in the reception room, and finally they walked out hand in hand.
The smile on Mr. SaintFrance's face did not disappear before he left.
At this moment, Bucky was in the manor, watching Mr. St. Franc and Miss Kersini's car slowly drive away with a smile on his face. Ming didn't realize that he had confessed a lot of things. When he woke up, he followed his original plan and had an exchange with Bucky to cooperate with him.
Buggy agreed without hesitation, which seemed to be within Mr. SaintFrance's expectation …
"Well … Although Brother Ming is awake, if I don't remove the charm on him, it will be like a bomb buried in his body. Heh heh, he can't escape from my control. " Buggy thought happily, "In this case, there is no problem to help Brother Ming to the throne of the country.
I am so f * cking witty! "
Just then, Mr. Bei Song ran into the room in a panic. He gasped for breath and said, "Emissary! Messenger! Another 'God's messenger' is here to see you! "
"Oh, another 'God's messenger' is here to see me? Well, I see, let's meet in the reception room … What did you say? "
"Another, another 'God's messenger'!" Mr. Besson looked excited, "Really! I have seen her miraculous power! It's so exciting! "
…
…
In the field where the special research team of the pharmaceutical company was located, Mr. Blind was reading the observation report of Natasha, the living zombie, for the last time. He had to go to the airport in a few hours to meet up with the Song family, and then return to China.
There was a deputy leader of the research team in the office, named Harutaka Omi, in his early thirties, who was Japanese.
He was very outstanding, and in his spare time, Mr. Blind would teach Harutaka Omi some pharmacology knowledge. Harutaka Omi lived up to his expectations, and many of the special drugs used in the Song Family village were developed by Harutaka Omi himself.
"… Sir, the zombie's body has decayed to thirty percent, and I'm afraid it is irreversible." Harutaka Omi frowned, "We have tried all kinds of methods, but none of them worked. In addition, we have extracted the zombie's cells and conducted all kinds of experiments, but the only thing left in the zombie's cells was the internal fluid, and the rest of the components were dissolved in the internal fluid. It doesn't even have any neural activity … We really don't understand what kind of principle it is based on to be able to move and have a strong preference for fresh meat. "
"If it was so simple to understand, this kind of thing wouldn't be so mysterious." Mr. Blind said indifferently, and at the same time, he slowly closed the Braille report in his hand, "Let's put it this way, first, put it in the liquid nitrogen tank, and store it. Then I will leave for a while. As for the research on the living zombie, wait until I come back. "
"Okay." Harutaka Omi nodded.
At this time, Song Da came in from the outside — as usual, Song Da went to take a look at the living zombie Natasha.
"Blind, the car is ready, and so is my house. It's about time to leave."
"Got it." Mr. Blind nodded, and then 'looked' at Harutaka Omi, "Do as I said."
"Yes!"
…
Red blood slowly flowed out from Song Haoran's wrist.
Unlike what Song Haoran said, when he was not here during this period of time, someone would send blood to Gloria — so during this period of time, Gloria could be said to be very hungry.
When Song Haoran came, Gloria was powerlessly paralyzed on the bed, a bit like an anorexic patient, as if she had lost a lot of weight.
Song Haoran didn't say anything. He just walked up to her and cut open his wrist. He let the first few drops of blood drip down, then a thin line, and poured it into Gloria's mouth.
"Don't worry, in the next period of time, someone will send you food."
Gloria recovered a bit, but didn't pay attention to Song Haoran's words — during this time, she was almost tortured to the point of collapse by this man. Not only did she tell him everything about the vampire world, but she also told him some things that she didn't want to tell, because of the battle between rationality and vampire instinct.
"Miss Gloria, do you want to consider using my power as a human?" Before leaving, Song Haoran suddenly chuckled, reached out and lifted Gloria's chin, and whispered.
Gloria looked at Song Haoran in surprise, she didn't know where this man got his confidence — using his power?
"You?" This was the first sentence she said since Song Haoran came today.
"Anyway, with your mother's situation, no matter how hard you try, there is no way to save your mother who is suffering for you. At most, you can only reduce her sentence."
Song Haoran shrugged and said, "But things like sentencing sometimes don't need a real crime at all. Since the punishment is in the hands of those in power, if you can resist, you won't be so afraid of making a mistake and causing your mother's sentence to be lengthened … right? "
Gloria bit down hard on her lip.
"Think about it carefully." Song Haoran suddenly smiled gently and patted Gloria's head, "I hope that when I come back, I can hear a good answer."
The door that locked Gloria up slowly closed again, and the cell was dead silent and dim.
…
…
"Master Qiu, the car is ready."
The voice of the servant came from outside the door.
Soon after, Luoqiu came out of the room, while holding a stack of more than ten thread-bound books in his hand, "Excuse me, can you put them back in Master Song's study? I have marked where they are taken from, it shouldn't be difficult. "
"Master Qiu, just tell me, you don't have to be so careful!" The servant was shocked and hurriedly took the stack of books from Luoqiu's hands. At the same time, he ordered another servant, "Hurry up and carry Master Qiu's luggage!"
"No need, I can carry it myself. I don't have much to begin with." Luoqiu just smiled slightly.
Indeed, when he arrived, he didn't have much luggage, only a very small suitcase. Now that he was leaving, it was still the same small suitcase.
He then asked the servant to do his own thing, saying that he still remembered the way out.
It was really a good place — Luoqiu thought so.
At this time, in the corridor, a woman with long black hair walked slowly, carrying a simple suitcase in her hand. When she saw Luoqiu coming, she stopped where she was.
It was Song Ying.
He didn't know when she had dyed her bright pink hair back to black, and then she simply tied it into a ponytail.
"What are you waiting for, everyone is waiting for you!" Song Ying shouted from afar.
Luoqiu dragged the suitcase and walked a few steps forward, looking at Song Ying.
"What's wrong?" Song Ying stared at him.
Luoqiu said, "I'm a little surprised."
Song Ying rolled her eyes and said, "Of course, isn't it? After all, we are going back to the ancestral grave to worship our ancestors, of course we have to be more solemn! "
"That's true." Luoqiu nodded with a smile, "Then let's go, it's not good to keep them waiting."
"Black … Black doesn't look good …" Song Ying turned her face sideways, her fingers curling around her bangs unknowingly.
"It looks good."
"Thank you." Song Ying smiled sweetly.
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