It was late at night, and the headquarters of the Golden God Cult is still brightly lit.

The red searchlight used to drive away mutant animals casts a conspicuous aperture on the nearby desert, which is sometimes arranged in n-shaped and sometimes in t-shaped, highlighting a terrifying aura.

This steel castle standing in the desert is also from the famous local construction contractor, Steve Construction Company.

At the top of the steel castle, a statue of Teacher Jin towering into the clouds, posing in a whistle to the sky, raised his right hand and raised his middle finger toward the sky, and seemed to have seven big words written on his face - "My life is up to me, not to the sky."

The automatic turret and drone detection system outside the castle are constantly operating to detect nearby conditions.

Before the establishment of the Golden God Cult, the Skynet plan proposed by Teacher Xiaojin's fan club was unfortunately not widely promoted in the city, but it has been applied to the Golden God Cult headquarters and the surrounding deserts.

Just three days ago, more than 20 mercenaries who were trying to invade the headquarters died under the fire of the automatic killing drone.

When the Metaphysician Cult was collecting corpses, the badge with the words "Mephist Entertainment" was found on the corpses of the mercenaries.

Although I don’t know what this Mephist Entertainment is, the cadres of the Metaphist Church no longer have time to care about these irrelevant things.

Because, they are facing more serious problems:

In the conference room on the third floor of the headquarters, thirteen cadres of the Golden God Cult sit around a large round table covered with photos of Jin Zhechi. The wall behind him is full of posters of Teacher Xiao Jin.

"Collegemen."

A soft girl with bangs in black, holding Jin Zhechi and others in her arms, took a breath of intoxication and slowly spoke: "The 27th joint meeting of the Golden God Cult is officially started now. First of all, I want to announce a painful news that our teacher Xiao Jin's planting plan has completely failed."

"indeed."

The man in a shawl-haired shawl in a purple sweatshirt looked down at his pink manicure: "I didn't expect that all the training will be orangutans, wuwu, my teacher Xiaojin, wuwu..."

"Okay, stop crying."

The silver-haired girl sitting next to the man kicked him: "Be quiet, seed!"

As one of the cadres of the Golden God Cult, Frankenstein also participated in the meeting in the form of a drone. The four-axis drone floating above the seat made a frustrated female voice from the speaker:

"Dear colleagues, have you ever thought about which step was wrong with the planting plan?"

"I think it's DNA wrong." The soft girl with bangs sighed: "The meat we found is not from Teacher Xiao Jin."

"But through comparison, the DNA we provide is exactly the same as the DNA extracted from the hair found at Teacher Jin's house?" The bob head girl sitting near the door raised her hand and asked: "It should be impossible to make a mistake?"

"Maybe there was something wrong with the biological organization responsible for cloning, and I got it wrong when cloning." The soft girl with bangs and soft hair said the second possibility.

“It’s impossible.”

The silver-haired girl immediately shook her head: "I am an old user of them. After my ex-boyfriend was slaughtered by me, I took his meat pieces and cloned twenty of them out. After getting tired of playing, I slaughtered them all.

Their skills are absolutely excellent, and the products are completely fine. The ex-boyfriend I planted at that time all looked exactly the same as that man, and there was no difference at all!"

As soon as these words came out, the two cadres sitting on both sides of the silver-haired girl quickly moved their butts to the far end.

"No, what are you afraid of?" The silver-haired girl touched her head in confusion: "You are not my ex-boyfriend."

The soft girl with bangs slapped the table hard: "Okay, don't make the topic wrong. Continue to discuss this plan. Do you think there are other reasons for failure?"

Everyone in the conference room was silent.

A minute later, the man in purple dress finally broke the silence: "It may be that there is something wrong with the fertilizer we used."

“The fertilizer is absolutely fine!”

The bob girl near the door immediately retorted: "The greenhouse uses fertilizers for the people I purchase. When my parents became vegetatives, I used this kind of fertilizer for them. Now they are still alive!"

"Oh, since fertilizer is fine, it seems... only one last possibility is left."

Speaking of this, Xiao Hai Ruan took a deep breath to calm her emotions: "The Great Detective Ji Ye Fuji said that after eliminating all other possibilities, the remaining conclusions are definitely the truth, even if they are nonsense. So now..."

Her mouth trembled, her teeth clattered, and she didn't want to give the final answer.

The others in the conference room actually knew what she wanted to say, but they didn't want to speak.

After all, as long as they say that conclusion, their idol will completely collapse.

“…”

After a long silence, Frankenstein still gave the answer:

"Since the cultivation steps are fine, DNA is also Mr. Xiaojin's right. In other words, Mr. Xiaojin looks like this, and these orangutans look like before plastic surgery."

"You fart!" The only man in the conference room couldn't sit still: "The teacher Xiao Jin I love can't be like this bird!"

"Then what answer do you think there is? How do you explain this?" Frankenstein sighed: "Fake the reality, the orangutan we cloned should be Teacher Xiao Jin."

"It may also be mutated..." The bob head girl's voice was very weak.

"If it really changes, it should be that everyone has different skills. How can they all change in a completely consistent direction? This is no longer explained by coincidence."

Frankenstein calmly explained his point of view: "Stop lying on yourself, you actually understand it long ago, right?"

The sad atmosphere spread in the conference room, and the group of people in the room felt even more uncomfortable than their dead father.

As Frankenstein said, these cadres actually knew very well that the orangutan they grew was Jin Zhechi himself.

Their psychological endurance is not enough to face such a shocking fact.

Unfortunately, it’s not enough to admit it now.

"So we..." The soft girl with bangs wanted to speak but stopped.

"I've always liked it." The bob girl took over the conversation.

"Male God." The silver-haired girl lowered her eyes.

"Actually, it's." The only man in the room frowned.

"Orga." Frankenstein summarized.

"I can't accept it!"

Since the meeting began, the glasses girl who had been silent suddenly stood up and turned around and was about to run out: "You are lying, it's impossible-"

Bang!

With a gunshot, the plaid shirt on the glasses was blasted out of a big hole, and she stared at her eyes and fell to the ground, and now she died with her eyes open.

"The conclusions drawn from this meeting must not be revealed."

The soft girl with bangs put down the small short-barrel pistol in her hand: "For the survival of the Golden God Cult and to make everyone smile, we cannot destroy the spiritual pillars of the believers!"

"Yes."

The silver-haired girl nodded, her tone was slow and firm: "We will bear this heavy truth."

"Because we are cadres of the Golden God Cult." The long-haired man's facial muscles twitched.

"We must bear this sin." The bob head girl agreed.

"Thank you everyone!"

The soft girl with Liu Hai was moved to tears, and she was completely different from the cold look of killing her colleague just now: "I hope everyone can work with me to continue operating the Golden God Cult..."

"Persevere to the end, this is our golden spirit!"

"Life is a person who worships the Golden God Cult, and death is a ghost who worships the Golden God Cult!"

The drone operated by Frankenstein quietly captured the screen of the conference room, transmitting real-time video signals to Bain's mobile phone:

"See it? Mr. Bain."

Frankenstein sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: "The Metaphysic of the God of the Golden God is over."

Qin Che, who was lying on the bed watching the live broadcast, smiled: "Aren't you a fan of Teacher Xiao Jin?"

"It's so bad!"

When he talked about this topic, Frankenstein was furious: "Who would lick a gorilla? Everyone knows that he is a gorilla and can still be a fan, so he has problems, okay! I don't know what these people are thinking, so why don't you get out of the pit immediately?"

"Humans always don't want to leave their comfort zone." Qin Che smiled.

"I used to fan this kind of thing, which was a stain on my life. I really want to resurrect the original Jin Zhechi and then tear him to pieces." Frankenstein gave a cordial greeting to Teacher Xiao Jin.

The conference room was still in love with each other, a touching scene. Of course, Frankenstein's scolding was not played here. The drone was still floating above the seat, quietly scanning the cadres of the Metaphysical God Cult below who were touching themselves.

Even though they have learned the cruel facts, these people still plan to operate the Golden God Cult step by step in the original way, so that this star-chasing organization can continue to grow and grow.

Except for Frankenstein, the second-five-child, and the glasses girl who was shot on the spot just now, everyone accepted the reality. It was more natural to accept it than washing hands after going to the bathroom, as if they were the orangutan from the beginning.

"I really can't stand it anymore." Frankenstein complained to Qin Che: "I'll quit right away-"

"Don't!"

Qin Che stopped Frankenstein from his rebel behavior that he planned to self-destruct on the spot: "Do you a favor and continue to stay in the Golden God Cult?"

"Bain, even if it's you..."

"Dear, this little thing can always be done, right?"

"Of course." Frankenstein agreed immediately.

After losing Jin Zhechi, the "male god", her male god naturally became Bain.

Although it is not as good as a dog licking, it is still necessary to help with such trivial matters.

"Brother Bain, you're thinking about doing bad things again, right?" Frankenstein asked.
To be continued...