"Sir. Need prayer? ”

Lorraine had just entered the church when she heard a young but very old voice.

The voice sounded more or less weird, like a five- or six-year-old child's official tone, a young voice, full of sophistication and sophistication.

Lorraine was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked ahead.

A medium-sized, very thin figure, with his back to him, looking up at the cross directly in front of the church, the tragic Jesus, the light of mercy, through the multicolored glass windows of the church, projected a sense of mystery, antiquity and comfort.

This figure is wearing a priest's robe, which is supposed to be the priest of this church.

"Hehe, thank you, Father, no, I just came in to hide from the wind and rain." Lorraine smiled and waved her hand, and then found a seat to sit down, "I guess the loving Jesus won't see me in the rain outside, right?" ”

"Everything in the world is sinful, sir, are you sure you don't need prayer or repentance?" The priest still did not turn around, still looking up at Jesus on the huge cross, and spoke slowly in his young but somewhat old voice.

Lorraine smiled, suddenly intrigued by the priest's words.

"Oh? Everything in the world is sinful? Father, if all the gamblers of Omen come to pray, will God not be busy? ”

"God is God and does not die."

"Then why don't we repent to each other? Do you have to repent to God? Believe me, there is not a single person who is not jealous of an immortal being. ”

This is the key to God's difference from all living beings, because he is a truly loving being.

"He loves because he doesn't die. But people die. Everyone is trying to survive, if you are not careful, you will fail, and if you are not careful, you will die. So, everyone doesn't have time to be fraternity. For an immortal being, fraternity may be the only thing he can do, and perhaps this is his only spiritual sustenance. So, it's not people who need to pray and repent, it's God who needs to hear prayer. People like to find an excuse for their sins, and God is just a lonely god. ”

"......" Hearing this, the priest who looked very thin and even a little old hesitated slightly, I don't know if Lorraine heard it wrong, this priest seemed to smile playfully, "Sir, what do you call it?" ”

"Everything in the world is sinful, you can call me a 'sinner,' and in fact, I am guilty. It's just that I'm not going to repent now, because the real meaning of repentance is to make amends. But I chose a certain path, so it was impossible to correct it, and correcting it would send me to God in advance. Repentance can only alleviate the guilt in my heart, and it is useless to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. I think that when I really want to repent, God will not accept my repentance. I would rather live longer and go to hell later than to go to God earlier. ”

Lorraine's words thoroughly aroused the priest's interest.

The thin priest finally turned around, turned to look at Lorraine, and squinted for a long time, without a trace of expression on his face, but in his thin squinted eyes, it seemed to show all his emotions just right.

Of course, this emotion was only fleeting, hidden in his seemingly unfazed eyes.

This is a weirdo.

This was Lorraine's first feeling of being with this priest.

The priest looked old, and turned out to be a very young man, with a fair face, blue eyes, white skin, and a little sickly, probably because he was too thin. There is also a very important point, this guy is not Chinese, but a European and American. Looking at the age, at most I am two or three years older than Lorraine.

"Father, you're younger than I thought you were."

"Mr. 'Sinner', you are also younger than I thought."

Lorraine chuckled and shook her head, looking back at the outside of the church, where the storm was still raging and howling. It seems that he needs to hide in the church for a while. But it also seems to be a good choice, this priest, looks interesting.

He couldn't understand how such a young man could have such an old demeanor?

"Phew, it's so stormy, I guess I'll have to stay here until the night." Lorraine shrugged helplessly, "But it seems interesting, a sudden wind and rain made me enter a church that I had never entered." It's a bit like a divine arrangement. ”

"Mr. Sinner, you don't actually have to wait that long." The young priest walked slowly behind Lorraine, squinted his eyes at the storm outside, and then walked to the door and took a deep breath, "According to my observations, this typhoon should leave Omen in less than two hours." ”

"Oh? How so? ”

"It's based on wind speed, wind direction, and air humidity."

"Hehe, but looking at what you did just now, Mr. Priest, it seems that you are judging by sight and smell. If you're right, aren't you a mobile weather observer? ”

"No, weather observers have errors, and even the most sophisticated weather observers in the world have an error rate of up to 93.7 percent. My personal observations and inferences can be accurate to 98.5 percent. However, as far as practice goes, I have made thousands of weather predictions and not a single one has been wrong. In other words, theoretically, I have errors, but in practice, I am accurate. ”

These words, coming out of the mouth of a priest, really seem a little strange.

Lorraine smiled playfully: "Since the priest is so talented, why don't you go to MIT to study for a bachelor's, master's and doctor's degree in meteorology?" ”

After a deep sigh, the priest seemed to have thought of something, and said slowly with a strange look in his eyes: "Actually, I am already a doctor from MIT. -- However, I studied mathematical engineering at MIT. ”

Hearing this, Lorraine paused for a moment and smiled.

Apparently, Lorraine thought the priest was joking, but ......

Smiling and smiling, Lorraine's face sank slightly, and he looked at the priest's serious appearance, not like he was joking.

At this time, Lorraine didn't know how to continue the conversation, coughed twice and cleared his throat, he said casually: "You are already a doctor at such a young age, then you are really a genius priest." ”

"Genius?"

I don't know why, as soon as he heard this word come out of Lorraine's mouth, the priest frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes: "I hate this title." ”

"Hate that name?" Lorraine's interest grew, "It's the first time I've heard of it. Everyone, you should want to be a genius, right? ”

"Yes, it's true, everyone wants to be a genius. But if you grew up in a study of the 'Talent Development Program', you probably wouldn't say that. After I received my PhD in physics at the age of twenty-three, I was completely tired of this so-called 'genius' life. There is no childhood, no youth, no youth, nothing but cold computers and stacks of test papers that are enough to bury you alive. ”

"Genius Cultivation Program?" Lorraine was stunned for a moment, and his intuition told him that the priest was not talking nonsense.

Father ...... didn't pay any more attention to Lorraine, but slowly turned around, raised his head, and looked at the cross in the church.

"......" Lorraine was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked, "What if...... Father, what you say is true. So why did you choose to be a priest? As far as I know, scientists don't believe in religion. ”

"It's not a contradiction." The priest didn't seem to be silent for long, and when he heard Lorraine's question, he slowly said, "Newton discovered gravity, but then he believed in God. Leonardo da Vinci was an astrophysicist, but he could paint the most expressive "Last Supper". So, I'm a scientist, but I can still believe in God. ”

"Father, you are a wise man." Lorraine suddenly said very seriously.

"Wise man? But there are times when you feel that wisdom can break a person spiritually. ”

"Why do you say that?"

"From the day I walked into the church, I kept praying that I would forget the bad memories of the first half of my life. But no matter how much I prayed, I couldn't erase those memories. Because when I was seven years old, the hippocampus in my head was unusually developed and active by the so-called genius program. As he spoke, the priest gently pointed to his head, which has a section of brain organ called the hippocampus, which is responsible for human memory. You see, isn't it ironic that everybody wants to have the ability to remember, and I want to lose this terrible skill. ”

"So...... Father, do you have the ability to remember?? Lorraine was slightly stunned and asked subconsciously.

Unforgettable?

Hearing this, the priest's heart was gloomy again.

Yes, never forget, he does have this kind of "special ability" that makes people envious, jealous and hateful. However, this is not innate, but is trained through nurture. To this day, he will never forget how that hateful person back then spent several years in a row, day after day, testing his retinal reaction speed to the neural transmission time of his hippocampal sensing, and performing psychological repeated hypnosis and suggestion correction "surgery" through various means again and again. The kind of life that gave up his freedom for the sake of the word "genius" made him miserable.

The restraint of human freedom is not the most terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is the freedom of the soul, being bound.