In the living room, Qingqing and I were sitting side by side, and Zhuo Yi was nestled on the small sofa next to us.
She sent Yakov away first, and then explained listlessly: "I really didn't eavesdrop on you two on purpose. I just wanted to find an advisor for something. But as soon as I arrived at the door, I heard you two talking about me. It was just a coincidence."
Qingqing had an expression of 'I don't believe it': "Gu Yan said he was going upstairs to take a shower, why did you have to find him at this time? And you said you had no idea about him?"
Zhuo Yi was helpless: "Damn it, I'm a man, are two men still afraid of this? Besides, I can talk to him outside the bathroom, and I don't have to go in."
Qingqing still shook her head: "No, there must be something wrong with you two."
Zhuo Yi was so angry that he rolled his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, trying not to faint.
I knew that Qingqing was deliberately trying to embarrass her so that she would not worry about the bad things we said about her just now.
But now is not the time to talk nonsense, so I started to change the subject: "Okay, let's put the issue about Zhuo Yi's sexual orientation to an end now, let's talk about business.
I came back late because when Sophia and I were driving halfway down the road, we were ambushed by several killers."
I told them what happened just now, including the details, from beginning to end.
Zhuo Yi didn't have any expression, but Qingqing opened my shirt and asked: "Where did the bullet hit?"
I pointed to the bottom of my collarbone: "It's right here. Do you see a red mark?"
"If you hadn't told me carefully, I really wouldn't have noticed it."
Qingqing tapped it twice with her fingers: "How come the skin isn't even broken? The sniper rifle isn't that good either."
"It's not like you...are you still a little sorry that I wasn't hurt?"
I closed my arms and stretched out a finger: "I have a few questions. Let's discuss them. First, are Orthodox saints really such useless people that snipers can kill them?"
Zhuo Yi explained to me: "More or less, I've told you before that when they don't borrow their divine power, they are no different from ordinary people. After borrowing their divine power, the underworld might have to weigh it against them.
However, the Holy See uses saints as strategic deterrent weapons, and generally does not send them out to do things. The ones who really run around are the priests wearing divine robes, who are equivalent to the ghost generals in the underworld.
As for the deacons and so on down there, they are undercover, and they do all the dirty work."
I continued to ask: "But I still feel strange. Since the person was not sent by her, then why did she shoot and wipe the person's soul? Isn't this destroying the body and eradicating traces?"
Another one, she was talking to me like a fanatic, saying that it was a great honor to be taken to heaven by God, but she was scared when I pinched her neck and begged me not to kill her with her eyes. So she was afraid of death?
Or are you not afraid of death?"
Zhuo Yi pondered for a moment: "Destroying corpses and eradicating traces is indeed a bit strange, but if you think about it from another perspective, the three major families of the Orthodox Church are feuding. No matter who sends the killer, these three families will continue to fight, so it doesn't matter whether he is tried or not.
What’s the point? As for whether you’re afraid of death or not…”
Having said this, Zhuo Yi suddenly raised his head: "What do you think is the essence of religion?"
I shook my head: "I don't know, maybe it's spiritual sustenance."
"No, no, no, the essence of religion is actually hypnosis. To hypnotize others is to hypnotize oneself at the same time."
Zhuo Yi said while waving his hands: "The so-called going to heaven after death is just a psychological suggestion. Use this belief to eliminate your fear and do your best to serve God. Don't look at what she said sounds nice. In fact,
A girl in her early teens is in the best age of her life. Who doesn’t want to live well? So she must be afraid of death."
I nodded: "So you think Sophia is not faking it?"
Zhuo Yi hummed: "I don't think so. If those killers were found by her, then I can only say that the acting is too poor. It's not like Maozi has no brains. He is smart. Otherwise, why would Wan Qing be beaten?
That virtue?”
"Okay."
I pondered for a moment: "Second question, what does Sophia mean by showing her kindness to me? She said it's because I have potential. You know me best, can you help me find out what potential I have?"
"Hey, damn it, people compliment you and you take it seriously."
Zhuo Yi sneered, picked up a cigarette from the table and put it in his mouth: "Let me tell you, the reason why she pleases you is not because of any so-called potential, but because they don't understand you enough.
Why do these magicians plot against me? Is it because they know that I am strong enough and have enough subordinates?
Now that I have you next to me, we seem to be quite close. If you were Alexander, would you think that you are some great and mysterious figure?
So I feel that these people probably regard you as the spokesperson of a certain force in the country and do not dare to provoke you easily, so they asked Sophia to show their kindness while inquiring about your details."
Qingqing added: "Are you sure she doesn't have other ideas? For example, marrying Gu Yan or something like that."
Seeing the excitement, Zhuo Yi didn't think it was a big deal, and echoed: "It's not impossible."
"Don't make fun of me, I don't like learning foreign languages."
I leaned out and took the cigarette case in front of Zhuo Yi: "So what should we do next? All you can mobilize now are a few hundred men, and rely on them to fight against other people's local religions? I don't think it is realistic."
"Don't worry, isn't there a dinner party tomorrow? Find out Alexander's intentions first and then make a decision."
There was no expression on Zhuo Yi's face, but his eyes gradually became colder: "As I said before, the Far East is my basic base, and I must not lose my base. The people who contact the Pushkin family are already on the way, and this is also their sphere of influence.
You must not be willing to give up easily.
When it comes to strategy, we are the ancestors of foreigners. If you want to make plans for me, I will first muddy the waters for them."
These harsh words made no sense, so I ignored her and got up and walked to the kitchen. I had been a little exhausted just now and my stomach kept growling.
But Qingqing suddenly shouted: "Hey Gu Yan, I remembered something."
When I turned around, she stood up and walked to me: "I couldn't find you two a few days ago. Didn't I go home to bring in reinforcements? Then some days before I left, the old man told me that there has been something strange in Hades recently, and asked you to
Don't stay out for too long, just go back soon."
I was a little surprised: "Go back to where? Back to China? Isn't that just throwing yourself into a trap?"
Qingqing shook her head: "I don't know, I'm just a messenger. It's up to you to decide whether to go back or not."
I was about to ask Qingqing what else Duan Tian had to say, but Yakov suddenly walked in from the front door of the villa: "Father, there are several people coming outside, and they named Gu Yan and said they are looking for Gu Yan."