The thought flashed through his mind, and the next moment Froude relaxed his body again. It's just inertia — like he's going to do right now. Although he was the first saint of the Gate of Truth, when it came to faith, this young man, who had always been lazy, was perhaps the least determined of the twelve. He has always had a dispensable attitude towards beliefs such as "the kingdom of God" and "the Garden of Eden", and he has not fanatically pursued them, nor has he felt repulsed. The reason for participating in such a group is partly because of gratitude to Longinus for the care he once gave to his father, and partly because he simply "wanted to do something".

A person who suddenly has a strong power will of course want to do something different, but a normal, orderly society will not give him such an opportunity...... But the door of truth can.

Perhaps it is precisely because he is not a pure staunch person, so after reality ruthlessly broke the pious belief in many people's hearts, he is the one who can be the most calm and calm. So he still "wanted to do something" - such as awakening Zeus's power.

As for the impact of doing this, it was not in his range.

"So, when is the best time for us to leave?" Froude asked.

After realizing that this man might be a good chat partner, he felt a little joy in his heart. Although the other party's willpower is extremely strong, he still has the confidence that he can comprehensively suppress the soul in this man's body and hold him in the palm of his hand.

The days of fleeing were really hard. But the hardest thing is not the tired body, but the lonely soul. Christina was not an easy person to get along with, and Froude was not so stupid as to chat with strangers all the way just to express his frustration. Therefore, when such a man was in his hands, he actually had a vague desire to talk in his heart - now that there were no pursuers behind them, he could "dispose" of this man after "venting" without any scruples.

His tone became gentle and peaceful, as if he were chatting with a friend, and even took the cigarette from the man.

Enoch seems to be a smoker. When Froude broke into his house, the man was smoking in front of the two children. From then until now, except for the moment when the soul was "conquered" by Froude, the cigarette on his mouth has never been broken.

Enoch throws a lighter to Froude. Then smile. Pointing to a cloud hanging alone in the northern sky: "Maybe not for a few days." He narrowed his eyes and said, "In my experience, there will be wind and snow in the next few days, and we will have to wait until at least three days." ”

Froude frowned irritably. The good mood just now vanished. Anyone knows the truth that the night is long and dreams are many. Not to mention two guys who are being wanted. Wait another three days...... Maybe someone will touch it tomorrow. Discover their whereabouts.

However, the boredom can only be hidden in his heart, and there is nothing he can do. He believed that the man was telling the truth—that the people who could tell lies under the influence of his abilities had probably not yet been born on this planet. And he's not one of those physically strengthened perverts himself - even if he's still much better than the average person in terms of physical fitness, he doesn't have the courage to challenge the snow-soaked Olympus Everest once the snow pours down on the peak. Those things don't just give in because of the shock of his tiger body.

At this point, the man asked another question that Froude had not expected: "What are you looking for here?" ”

Froude turned his head to look at him in surprise. Enoch blinked innocently, as if he didn't understand why his bland words would surprise the other party so much.

"What am I looking for?" Froude asked with another frown, putting his hand on the gun in his pocket a second time.

"I'm sorry, I've always had something to say." The man waved his hand indifferently and smiled heartily, "No one will come to the mountain for fun at this time. And judging by the way you dress, you came here after a long journey, and you don't look like a climber who is just trying to pass the time. ”

"And someone came some time ago—" The man flicked the cigarette butt out of the car window, but unfortunately missed, and the cigarette butt swirled in mid-air and landed on his coat. Disapprovingly, he picked up the cigarette butt with two fingers and threw it out, then lit another cigarette, and continued, "These are all army cars, and they have been running into the mountains for nearly a month, and at last they don't seem to find anything. ”

Froude straightened his face and asked in a deep voice, "How long ago?" ”

The man scratched his hair and said uncertainly, "Six months ago?" Or five months ago? ”

Froude breathed a sigh of relief. It has nothing to do with him. Six or five months ago, humanity was still at war with the species. Since most of the species are legendary ones, it is only natural that intelligent people will know where to look for those who may be lurkers. Olympus is the palace of the legendary "gods", and of course the military will investigate it - but it seems that they have found nothing.

Froude took a deep breath of mixed joy. The air outside the car window was a little sweet from the sun, and the smell of melted snow mixed with the smell of wilting plants and metal, filling his lungs with empty satisfaction. He knew that the incomparably powerful species was actually hidden in this mountain, but he didn't know how to find it, just like those people. This might have been easy to do when the base was still around, but unfortunately it's gone now.

This inexplicable sensation flowed through his limbs and bones under the drive of bioelectricity in his body, and it was as if someone stood behind his soul and gently pushed it, and at the moment when the car was slightly bumped by a stone, a sentence was spat out by him: "I also came to find that thing—you know, species." They came looking for species, and so did I. ”

Froude felt his body empty at the words, but then he also relaxed. He told the secret - there would be no more than four people in this world who knew the secret, including the driver.

But that's okay. After a few days, the driver would bury himself in Olympus and would not have a chance to talk to a fifth person. Not to mention. Froude himself had just made up his mind to have a good conversation with this unusual fellow—he hadn't spoken so calmly to the same person for a long time.

Enoch opened his mouth wide and glared at him sideways. But this surprise was different from what Froude imagined—the other party seemed to be surprised only at what would tell him such a secret, not at the secret itself. It seems that even with his strong will, he was inevitably affected by the supernatural abilities of the First Saint.

"You mean......" Enoch regained his cigarette in his mouth after being surprised.

"King of the gods, Zeus." Froude nodded, and finally lit the cigarette the man handed him. The smoke choked, and he coughed and swept away the first puff of smoke floating in front of his face, "I'm going to wake it up, and you're the only one to witness it." ”

"Wow." The man responded, then was silent for a moment. Concentrate on the road ahead.

Froude stared at him. He turned his face away in boredom. The person affected by his ability is not a normal person after all, and the other party's dullness makes him feel powerless to punch the air, but he doesn't know how to vent it.

Froude didn't know there was a town near Ludao, so he just walked south in a straight line. And now they have to drive along the road – the road twists and turns. Like a tropical river. So he came and went away all morning. Now it's about a couple of hours to drive back along the road.

The car driven by the man is an eco-friendly car of the European generic model. The power of this car is neither oil nor solar energy. It's hydrogen batteries. Froude drove this car when he was in North America. With a top speed of 120 kilometers per hour, it doesn't feel like you're driving, you're drinking warm water. But the most troublesome thing is that this hydrogen battery has poor battery life. Batteries have to be replaced about every 150 kilometers. The man drove Froude for two hours, and Froude took a nap.

The road conditions were not good, the car was a little bumpy, and the sun was shaking him through his eyelids. So he woke up after a while, looked at the dashboard and casually said, "It's time to change the battery." ”

The number on the dashboard has dropped to 1.5, and the car will have to break down in a few minutes.

Enoch seemed a little sluggish, stared at the number for a few seconds, and said, "Oh." ”

Then he parked the car directly in the middle of the road, opened the door and got out of the car.

Froude also got out of the car to breathe. The snow on the road has long since melted, and the road has been covered with a thick layer of dust because it has been unwalked for a long time. Now it mixes with the snow water to form a thin layer of silt. Froude raised his foot to shake the mud off the soles of his shoes, stood by the car for a while, flicked his arms a few times, expanded his chest, and turned his head to look at Enoch, who was busy in the back of the car.

Cars use hydrogen batteries, which, despite their poor range, are very small – the size of a fist. This type of car usually has ten of these batteries so that they can be replaced at any time. The battery compartment is at the location of the traditional car refueling, open the cover, take out the dead battery, and then fill in the new battery, the whole process generally does not take more than a minute, in fact, it is much more convenient than refueling.

But Enoch was busy with the trunk for a few minutes, and he didn't change the battery properly.

Froude cautiously put his hand in his pocket, frowned slightly, and walked over. However, I saw Enoch rummaging in the trunk, but I couldn't find where the replacement spare battery was. Froude breathed a sigh of relief and sighed—he didn't want to have to walk back to the house because he didn't have a spare battery.

Fortunately, after looking at it for a few seconds, he still found a small silver-gray box with the lightning bolt logo painted on it in the clutter pile. There was a thin layer of dust on the box, and I don't know how long it had been since it had been opened. Froude sighed again, walked over to Enoch, and lifted the box out. When I opened it, I found that there were nine batteries embedded in the slot, and the right side of each one was lit up with a green light - fully charged.

This discovery relieved him again, and he turned his head to look at Enoch. The middle-aged man stood aside with a calm expression, staring at the battery and saying nothing. Froude realized that perhaps this was because the man's mind was becoming more and more dull. This side effect can occur in ordinary people who are affected by his abilities - it is not a pleasant thing for the soul to be controlled, and the longer you stay with Froude, the less clear your mind will become. An average adult man will probably become an idiot after three days of domination, while a woman may survive until the fourth day.

Apparently this man is getting more and more sluggish, so sluggish that it is a bit difficult to even do such a thing. So Froude himself walked to the other side and lifted the battery compartment and turned off the power first. Then take out the battery that shows the red light and install the new one. Then restart the power and close the lid.

"Let's go." He said, and got into the car.

Enoch also returned to the car, and the car was back on the road.

But Froude thought about it, and the hand that had been copied in his pocket still didn't take it out. Because after the car started, he realized one thing - the box with the battery was covered in dust. This means that no one has touched the box in a long time. However, he took a closer look at Enoch and came to the conclusion that the car had been used a lot recently.

A portable hydrogen battery costs up to 500 euros, and the price of that box of batteries is almost as much as the car. In fact, this car is not a good car - it belongs to the Volkswagen brand of the Volkswagen brand. But the man kept the car very well. Although the number on the odometer indicates that the car is at least four years old, the interior is clean and tidy, even the edges of the ashtray are clean.

This shows that Enoch is a thrifty, careful, and organized man.

So...... Froude looked at him carefully. He himself was struggling to own such a car in North America, and he also regarded it as a treasure. Therefore, he knows that when using this kind of on-board hydrogen battery, it is best not to run out of electricity at once - when the situation allows. When the battery drops to less than one-half, it is best to replace it with a new one. Because completely depleting the charge will shorten the life of the hydrogen battery. And such a battery is worth 500 euros, which is really not a bargain.

Enoch must be the kind of man who is the same as he used to be, the kind of person who stops the car every day and puts on a new battery. But the problem is that this guy doesn't seem to have touched the battery box in a long time...... It's not like his own character.

In fact, there is another possibility - when disaster strikes, how many people will still continue to follow the previous trajectory of life? Maybe this guy doesn't have the heart to think about these things - a battery can last four years. No matter how much you toss, you can make up for three years...... And who knows that the Tao is in the world like this. Will I still be alive after three years?

Froude tried to convince himself like this. But I always vaguely feel that something is wrong. He stared at Enoch as he thought back to the first time he saw him, intending to find some reason to dismiss the idea, or to kill him with a single shot.

Enoch's home is clean and simple. This is rare for a single man who lives together with two children. The two children were silent and barely spoken, but their clothes were neat and clean, and they were apparently well cared for. When Froude walked into the house, he felt that something was wrong, but he could not tell for a moment. It wasn't until I picked up that trace of doubt in my heart again that I realized what was "wrong"-

Enoch's home is too "old-school". In today's technologically advanced world, there are no decent electronic devices in his home – no televisions, no telephones, no air conditioners, not even doorbells. Froude didn't go to the kitchen to look, but now he wondered if the man was still using fossil fuels in his kitchen. When we first met, the man told him that his wife had left because she couldn't stand "this life......

He let out a soft sigh and asked, "So you're a green?" ”

"Greenism" was a popular idea – before the war, in Europe. A group of people who have eaten enough to do nothing because of the well-being of modern technology believe that the progress of science and technology has made human life less meaningful and lazier. For example, things that used to require a visit to solve can now be solved with just a phone call. This has led to greater alienation and a tendency for more people to use phones or computers to solve problems rather than doing it themselves.

As a result, many activists who support this idea advocate blocking all high-tech devices and returning their lives to the last century. Froude once saw an exemplary "pastoral life" of a Frenchman through the Internet, who grew vegetables and grain on his estate, and used manpower to hull the grain. Cooking is done with firewood instead of electricity or gas, and the night's entertainment is reading or drinking by candlelight.

Froude didn't know how long the guy had been holding out, but he suspected that the man named Enoch was in the same category as the Frenchman. It's just that he didn't do it as thoroughly as the man, and he still had a car. If it weren't for the fact that Europe's environmental taxes have been frighteningly high, perhaps Enoch would not have driven such a hydrogen battery-powered car, but would have chosen a conventional car. The place where he lives is so far away from the nearest city that no matter how radical he is, he can't walk on his legs for a day and a night to go to the city to buy groceries, and then spend a day and a night walking back.

Such a person probably doesn't care about the question of "the life of the hydrogen battery", right? - He was already disgusted with all high-tech products.

Enoch turned his face to look at Froude with those blue eyes, and let out a faint "um".

"Yes." The man added, "There are so few green ones now. ”

Then he looked sideways out the window. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was setting in the west. The sun shone on the snowy peaks of Olympus, and the bright light shone among the mountains, as if the gods had opened the gates of the kingdom of God.

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My cat has a small bald patch on its neck, and it's not ringworm yet. Later, it was said that the cause was too much stress. Too much pressure...... Too much pressure...... (To be continued......)