Chapter 291: Chat, God's Will, Broken Eyes
"It's another sunny day."

Bai Mo raised his eyebrows, placed his palm on his forehead, squinted his eyes and looked at the sun hanging high in the sky.

The weather is very suitable now, and there is a slight breeze in the air.

"Where are you going next?"

Baimo held his chin up to his hand, feeling a little lost.

It’s not really true to say that I was in a muddle-headed state.

Bai Mo's daily life is to write novels. He writes a novel according to the website recommended by his netizen Rights, and earns a living by relying on the memories of his previous life in his mind.

Apart from that, I just live in this strange city and rush about for the daily necessities of life.

"It's also thanks to a job that Rights recommended to me. As a novelist, I can make a living by relying on my brain. Let's go to the library to collect some inspiration today."

Bai Mo pounded his palms and made a decision.

Not long after, a taxi stopped in front of them. The driver was a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, just like Bai Mo.

"Go to the city library."

The driver nodded, then reached out and pressed a button, and the back door of the car opened.

"You look very handsome, what kind of job do you do?"

In response to this compliment, Bai Mo laughed awkwardly: "What kind of job is this? Just an ordinary novelist."

"Novelist." The driver glanced at Bai Mo a few times, looking enthusiastic and talkative.

"This profession requires a lot of knowledge, and it seems difficult to make a name for yourself."

"It's okay." If I hadn't traveled through time and space and remembered those myths and legends and folk culture stories, I would probably still be carrying bricks now.

"Really? This kind of work sounds easy."

Bai Mo laughed twice: "It's relaxing, but it can only be said to be a waste of energy. Some things require back and forth field research, otherwise if you write something inconsistent, I guess not many people will read it."

The driver put his hands on the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and changed lanes.

"Uncle drives a taxi all day, how do you make a living?"

"I." The driver paused, then replied casually, "It depends on God. If I'm lucky, I can make a lot of money a day, a few hundred dollars at least. If I'm unlucky, I probably won't even have enough money for gas."

Bai Mo looked at the receding scene outside the window and asked, "Is it possible to make hundreds of thousands a year?"

"almost."

"It depends on God's will."

"God's will." Bai Mo supported his chin with his hand and fell into deep thought about this word.

There are many views on God's will.

In the memories in the mind, different "selves" have completely different views on God's will. But in the end, many views are always related to the world structure and environment in which they live. Basically, the past and the present can be called cause and effect.

In this peaceful world, Bai Mo’s view on God’s will is - vague.

The word "God's will" is really too grand, and it is difficult for an ordinary person like me to directly connect it with it.

Even if a time traveler has cheats and wants to reach the sky in one step, the result will only be that his feet will be empty and he will fall to pieces. If he takes too big a step, he will hurt his balls.

"What exactly is God's will..."

The driver listened to Bai Mo's mumbling and asked, "What do you think God's will is?"

"I don't know." Bai Mo shook his head.

…………

Rights looked at the images appearing on the screen in front of him. Every word Bai Mo said in the taxi was being analyzed, sorted and integrated.

"Experiment No. 468, [Perception of 'God's Will' '4000-08-97'], B-level personnel are allowed to investigate."

Rights manipulated the information with his fingers, integrated it after everything was done, and submitted it to the database for review. His fingers stirred the coffee, his eyes were solemn, and he was doing his daily work seriously.

"It's time for a chance encounter."

Rights whispered.

"Doctor, please apply for entry to the containment transport convoy in City C."

A man holding a document walked up to him quickly and reported: "How do we deal with this matter?"

“Do you have the relevant audit notice?”

Rights remained calm and continued stirring the coffee without any pause.

"Yes." The man said, took out the application documents and handed them to Rights.

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Rights flipped through the contents of the document with his fingers, quickly scanning the contents at a glance. After turning the last page, he pinched his chin with his fingers and looked at him strangely.

"It's a very reasonable request. A new containment object has been controlled, causing the containment objects in the base to become out of control. We request that the door to the city in the box be opened to transfer the source of the out-of-control."

This is permitted under the Foundation's bylaws.

There was a case in history where a base housed new objects, causing the shelter inside to go out of control and the base to be destroyed.

Therefore, in order to prevent the objects in a base from being destroyed due to conflicts and uncontrollable rampages, objects with different characteristics are managed and controlled separately.

But in addition to this regulation, there is another similar regulation - without notification from superiors, the city in the box is prohibited from opening passages to the outside world, and only people approved by superiors are allowed to enter.

"Without notice from the superiors, the gates are forbidden to be opened. The five objects in City C will be sent to the neighboring City E."

Rights made the decision calmly, then turned and left.

The man pinched the white paper between his fingers, nodded to show that he understood, then lowered his head and left.

Not long after, the man stopped at a place that happened to be overlooked by the surveillance system. After making sure that there was no one around, he pressed the headphones on his ears a few times.

"Anderson, what's going on?"

The headset answered the call, and a very serious and low voice came from the other end.

Anderson replied enthusiastically: "Holy Envoy, Rights refuses to open the city's gates."

"why?"

The Holy Envoy's plain words made him feel pressure from the depths of his heart.

"Holy Envoy, Dr. Rights' answer is that he will not open the gate without notification from his superiors."

"I need to notify my superiors, please..."

"Holy Envoy, I will find a way to open the door to the Religion right now!" Anderson said this with red eyes, looking as if he had lost his mind.

Of course, he did not lose his mind. On the contrary, he knew very well how to open the door to the passage for the Holy Messenger by consuming his own life.

"No, you have only one goal, to lurk, keep lurking until the right opportunity comes."

"Flesh and blood life is but a blink of an eye, only machines are eternal and immortal. The voice of our Lord has sounded, and we just need to wait for everything to happen. We have unlimited time."

"Yes, everything for the Broken Eye!"

After the communication ended, Anderson adjusted his headphones, and his emotions instantly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened before.

At the same time, in the basement of a house in City C, a holy messenger in a robe clasped his hands together and chanted a poem.

"…My God has been broken, and my God will be whole…"

"... God breaks his own gods, and makes us whole..."

"...One day, we will be reunited to make God complete..."

After finishing the song, the Holy Envoy took off his hood and looked through the records of 467 D-class personnel experiments placed in front of him.

(End of this chapter)