After leaving the street where the poor young people and the social elites confronted each other, Chu Xian just turned a corner and entered the doorway that didn't even have a security door in the corridor. He lifted the loaded bicycle directly to the staircase between the second and third floors, and then took off the vegetables, fruits, grains and oils tied to the back seat and the handlebars, and walked to his rental room on the third floor.

But as soon as the corridor light on the third floor turned on, he saw a pair of big white legs at the door of his house. Looking further up, a blonde woman in a brown-green women's military uniform and holding a transparent wine bottle in her arms was leaning against the security door of his house, her head hanging down as if she was drunk, but he didn't smell the slightest smell of alcohol.

"The Soviets, the Soviets will never perish! Hiccup! ”

As if specially to prove that she was indeed drunk, in the reflection of Chu Xian's surprised glasses, the woman in military uniform suddenly raised her face drunkenly and shouted, and then rubbed the rusty door and fell to the ground, not caring about the coldness and uncleanness of the cement floor, seeing that Chu Xian, who was a man, frowned slightly.

However, he did not immediately go up to support this Caucasian woman with a typical Slavic appearance, let alone stare at the big white legs and have the idea of "picking up corpses". It had nothing to do with his moral and legal sense, it was purely because he was surprised to find that he had just understood the foreign language spoken by the other party!

Советская~никогда~не~погибнуть！

This pronunciation is like Russian, and its meaning makes Chu Xian sure that this is Russian. It's just that Chu Xian has never learned this language, except for the pronunciation of the words "Верный", "хорошо", "Спасибо", "до~свидания", and "Урааа", the only thing he will feel familiar with is "Катюша", but he directly understood the meaning of this sentence just now! The Soviets will never perish! It's not scientific!

"What the hell ......"

The glasses stared reflectively at the female hairy woman in military uniform who seemed to be curled up in a ball because of the cold, and Chu Xian fell into deep thought. The hallway light went out, and he took another step, and under the back-lit hallway light, the suspicious woman with a pair of big white legs was still blocking his door, and it was impossible not to touch her as long as he wanted to enter the door.

"Click......

Squeak! ”

When he came to the door of the house he rented, Chu Xian really didn't touch the suspicious military uniform girl Mao Zi at his feet. After he stretched out his arm to open the two security door locks, he pulled the handle open the door hard, and the door naturally swept the hairy woman who looked like a corpse aside.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ......"

"Smack!"

Just as Chu Xian was carrying many plastic bags sideways into the crack in the door, his hind leg ankles were grabbed by a pale and cold hand. Although he was expressionless and wanted to close the door, another pale and slender but unusually powerful hand grabbed the door with force, and then the hairy woman with long hair who did not look like Sadako poked her face out of tears:

"You're a beast! I saw a beautiful woman who was drunk at the door of her house and didn't even take it home! ”

"Hoo ......"

Hearing the hairy woman's rebuke in Russian again, Chu Xian couldn't help but exhale all the turbidity in his chest for a long time, and inhaled the cool and slightly feminine fragrance again, but it was the fresh air without the smell of alcohol, which finally kept his mind calm.

He silently let go of the doorknob, and the hairy woman let go of his ankle, and opened the door and walked in with a disgruntled expression, not forgetting to carry the uncovered bottle in his hand.

Chu Xian glanced at the foreign words on the wine bottle and found that it was actually the famous Russian vodka, but the colorless liquid that was swaying back and forth in it did not emit the slightest smell.

Not only did the liquid in the wine bottle have no smell, but the hairy woman obviously rubbed the door and the ground again, but there was no rust and dust on her face and body, and her brown-green military uniform was even as neat as new. But Chu Xian didn't say anything, just stared at the other party with reflective glasses, until the other party took the initiative to open his mouth a little cramped:

"Aren't you curious about who I am?"

"I don't want to wonder who you are, if possible.

But if it weren't for something suddenly wrong with my brain, I'd be curious about who you are. ”

Faced with this strange woman who was obviously full of the temperament of a royal sister, but looked at her with anxiety like a schoolboy who had made a mistake, Chu Xian made a very philosophical answer. And this military uniform woman Mao Zi, who was "not very smart" at first glance, stared at her eyes for more than ten seconds before deciding to give up guessing whether Chu Xian was curious or not, and directly explained her identity:

"I am not a human being, but the national will of the Soviet Union State (deliberately written with this name), and you can think of me as a goddess born of the faith of all Soviets.

You are an extremely rare being among human beings, who is able not only to see us as a god born of faith, but also to manifest us into entities that others can see and touch. So people like you usually become 'saints' and take on the role of a conduit between humans and the gods.

It's just that the real saints are so rare that there will be one Cheng dù in the world for about 500 years, and the last real saint was Joan of Arc who appeared in France, but at that time, the Holy See seemed to be so bold that it was not even afraid of the appearance of real gods. ”

"Seemingly? You don't know the details of Joan of Arc's sentencing? ”

"Well, I also heard it from Germany, after all, the will of our nations gradually emerged after the people's faith in their respective countries became sincere and strong, and earlier things were known only to a few ancient wills born of religious beliefs.

You...... You don't seem to doubt my word at all? ”

The goddess who claimed to be the will of the Soviet state kept looking at Chu Xian's face when she spoke, as if she was always ready to give a fuller and more convincing explanation when he expressed doubts, but until the end, Chu Xian did not show the slightest doubt, which made the Mao goddess, who was well versed in the world, feel quite surprised.

With the development of technology, human beings have become less and less trusting of gods. Even faith and love for the country have swelled with personal desires...... And for some other reason, it is declining. And a goddess like her, who has been swept into the pile of old papers, may disappear one day, so she will look around for a "saint" who may be born or more likely not to be born with the hope of just in case!