"Behold, how beautiful he is."

It was a white room, devoid of any other features—perhaps none, but perhaps its greatest feature.

The smooth floor was printed with the computer running, and looking at the screen on the computer, one of them couldn't help but sigh.

"Judging by all aspects, he will always look so good."

Another person also answered in the affirmative.

"Whether it is the control of people's hearts or the perception of himself, he will always seem so beautiful and elegant."

No matter how we plan, God will ultimately arrange the outcome. Isn't the sentence once written by Shakespeare now a reality that we have made a life's pursuit? ”

There was a certain tremor in the voice, as if it were a combination of excitement and excitement, like the most devout believer bowing down to the supreme ...... in his own mind

God.

"This is the answer we have been seeking all our lives, and this is the situation we have tried to create with all our might!" The old man in the wheelchair seemed to tremble slightly with his fingers due to excitement, "No...... This is a situation that only we can create. ”

"Congratulations, Mr. Morley." The waiter beside him bowed down respectfully and whispered a blessing.

"Haha, Fountain of Life, what a Fountain of Life!" The old man patted the handle of the wheelchair and laughed loudly, "The Führer failed, I succeeded!" I've proven that the Fountain of Life is a joke! Only gods are qualified to rule the whole world! ”

"And the gods, they shouldn't care about the difference in race." Slowly raising his right hand, his five fingers bent, he said like a missionary holding a crystal ball, as if taking an oath: "In the eyes of God, all things in the world have a final destiny, and they are all equal, whether they are insects or human beings who claim to be the rulers of all things, they are all equal!" There shouldn't be any difference! ”

"God tells us to listen to what God says, to act according to God's instructions, and not to have a mentality such as betrayal, which is an unforgivable heinous sin that deserves God's punishment."

"It is God's right to watch over and control the hearts of all men—the eyes that come from Him, which symbolize the most splendid jewels of the crown, and which should not be desecrated by anyone."

"Even if disaster strikes, people can still absolutely support the gods who protect everyone, and the gods will eventually defeat all arrogant people who dare to oppose themselves - those insects who dare to challenge the majesty of the gods can only die to apologize!"

Like the most fanatical believer, he recited something in a trembling voice, which was a praise for the supremacy of "God" and a symbol of absolute surrender.

"It is the worst time I can imagine that human civilization is in the thrain of decaying regimes in every country, that people are overwhelmed by class after class, that everyone thinks only of their own interests and does not think of anyone else, but no, it is the era in which I live."

"We must solidify the strength of all people, and we must unite all of us! Otherwise, humanity will be destroyed in endless infighting! This is the meaning of God's existence! There must be a 'Him' in this world who will guide all people forward! ”

"May the light of the gods shine on the earth."

With his hands folded in front of his chest, the old man bowed slightly, expressing his incomparable reverence to the "person" who was monitoring the other end.

"Mr. Morlay, at this moment, do you want to activate the 'Missionary' program?" The guard beside him asked softly.

"'Missionary'? After all these years, I wonder what kind of surprise it can bring me? The old man chuckled and looked at the guards beside him, "It's time to wake up our missionary—it should play the dignity of the gods, the spokesmen of the gods in the whole world, and not be at peace—go, wake it up, wake it up with a 'sacrifice', and make it the most solemn ceremony for the birth of the gods!" ”

"The fiercest ...... beast we ever had."

Gently stroking the words engraved on the marble, the old man slowly ordered.

And I saw a beast coming up out of the sea

There are ten horns and seven heads

And on the ten horns he wore ten crowns

There are blasphemous names on the seven heads

And the beast I saw was shaped like a leopard

His feet are like a bear's feet, and his mouth is like a lion's mouth

The dragon will be able to take the seat

and great authority was given to it

And I saw the seven heads of the beast

One appeared to have been killed or wounded

The dead and wounded were healed.

And all the earth was amazed, and followed the beast

and worship the dragon, because it has given its authority to the beast

He also worshipped the beast, saying, "Who is like this beast?" Who can make war with it? ”

………………

"Knock-" The church bell rang slowly, the prayers rang out, and with the drizzle of California, the pastor held up the Bible in his hand and offered the most devout prayer for the dead.

But what's the use?

Lin Yunqian looked at the church overflowing with sadness, clenched his teeth, and let a little rain fall on him.

"Click-click-" The rain gently hit the leather coat, then slowly followed the silhouette and fell on the wet grass.

The teacher died......

Just five days ago, a vicious terrorist group attacked Monterey Bay, killing and injuring thousands of people and shocking the world.

Among them...... Including a legendary detective - Richard Smith, who was once the final hole card in the FBI and the natural enemy of all criminals.

He is the uncrowned king of the detective world, fearing criminals of all stripes, and every time he decides to take on a case, it declares that the end of the criminals is coming.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he stands alone at the highest place in the world, looking down on all beings, cold and impersonal, and a crime-solving machine without emotion.

But only those who know him well know that he is an extremely kind person, a man who loves justice very much.

People only saw him meticulously and emotionally examining the evidence at the crime scene, but they did not see him comforting the victim's relatives in private.

He had extremely high power, and even at special moments, the entire FBI could be used by him; He also has extremely terrifying reasoning and intelligence-gathering skills, and he can stand up to an excellent intelligence analysis team alone. But he didn't get lost in it, but simply insisted on being a detective, just like Einstein and Marie Curie, just insisting on what he loved.

But now...... He's dead......

Today is a day of remembrance for those who died in this terrorist act. This shocking terrorist attack was quickly countered by the whole world, and almost all the countries of the United Nations united to eliminate this terrorist organization, and the united force brought about a shocking result - the arrogant and powerful terrorist organization was completely eradicated in only five days.

All that remains is the bitter weeping of the families of the countless victims, and the true heroes who have buried their names in the hundreds of dead.

Due to the special status, after layers of resolutions, the FBI decided not to disclose his true identity, and the events after his death seem so bleak - he was hastily buried in an ordinary cemetery, and few people remember him as a person, but this is precisely the noblest tribute to his noble soul, not greedy for fame in life, and not for glory in death.

But Lin Yunqian knew that these were just appearances.

Why did the terrorist organization attack this slightly remote place instead of attacking a crowded place? Why did it disappear without a trace after everything was flattened? Why is this bombed area like a carpet bombing around the teacher's mansion?

These questions may have been noticed, but no one could answer them, neither the government nor the FBI.

Because they didn't know about the existence of the "sacrificial temple".

Unbeknownst to him, Smith had fought against this mysterious organization, and in the end the former narrowly prevailed.

People who don't know this organization may think that this is just a cult organization by virtue of its name, but he knows that this organization is like the deepest darkness in the night, hanging over everyone's heads for generations, playing with all the rules of time.

They can change any law in any country, they can decide whether any company or family lives or die, and they can kill anyone in vain, whether that person is the president or the secretary general of the United Nations.

Claiming to be a god is what they love to do.

There are only a handful of people who know about this organization, but it is very unfortunate that Smith is one, and he, Lin Yunqian, as the heir who is most likely to inherit Professor Smith, also accidentally learned of the existence of this organization during a conversation with his teacher.

"It's like every story has a demon, and there's no doubt that the Sacrificial House is the most terrifying demon of all — but I'm going to crush them sooner or later."

The words of faith that were once taught have now become a piece of mourning. The former teacher is an ancient teacher at this moment, and what he has to do is ......

Revenge.

His eyes lit up with rage, looking at the ticket from the United States to China in his pocket, he put on his helmet silently, and disappeared into the distance with the roar of the motorcycle......

In his last conversation with his teacher, he once said, "If I have been murdered recently, then I will probably find a good deal by looking up the 'writers' of the 'Sacrificial Temple'." ”

According to the information sent by the teacher and the information provided by the last phone call, the writer is in Yunhe City, China at this moment!

That is the clue that the teacher left for himself when he was dying, and as a student, he must not live up to such expectations!

Writer, I will find out all your information and make it public—a fair trial is long overdue waiting for you!

He swears.

………………

Yunhe City, China.

Looking at the white belly of the fish slowly falling in the sky, Wen Yifan smiled slightly, drank the honey water in the cup, and closed the curtains.

Since the case was solved, after that, he returned to Yunhe and continued his work as a teacher.

Xiang Haisheng's death caused a lot of repercussions, but before Harvard could react, the 10.12 terrorist attack occurred, so everyone's eyes were focused on this matter.

Although all this can't offset Yan Feng's suspicions about himself, it is actually no big deal, not to mention that Yan Feng is now assigned by his superiors to participate in the investigation of a certain case, so in the end, it was just himself and Liu Wenyu, Xu Wenxin returned to Yunhe City.

However, the biggest infinitive now is the heir of Smith.

According to the mathematician's surveillance, after that phone call, Smith's computer sent a signal outward, and although he quickly cut it off at the time, and quietly deleted everything about the file on the target computer, if someone happened to see it all at the computer at the time, it would make no difference whether it was deleted or not.

The computer was then found in a pond somewhere, and all the information in it had been physically corrupted - it was clear that the other party had seen the file and was aware of the danger.

In that passage, their position was revealed, and since this operation was a "killing operation" that the entire "sacrificial temple" agreed to carry out, they responded immediately - asking for their own opinions.

"Don't worry about me, it won't be funny if you move too intensively to cut this tail and expose too much stuff."

This is Wen Yifan's original words, which means that he is ready to face the "heir" alone.

After pondering for a moment, and after making sure that there were no flaws in any of the details, he smiled and washed and dried the glass.

"It's obviously such a strong opponent, but I didn't expect to die so aggrieved!" Wen Qingyu's sigh came from behind him, "However, is this also a teacher's bad taste?" ”

"It's just because I don't want anyone to fight him." Wen Yifan shook the water stains on his hands lightly, and replied unhurriedly: "Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is a law that every animal will abide by, and I am naturally no exception." ”

He ...... Is it really that strong? Can the teacher be afraid of such a situation, and even use the power of the entire 'sacrificial house'? Wen Qingyu looked at him in a little surprise.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that if we really start the game under the fair ground, the victory or defeat between us should be five or five!" Wen Yifan sighed lightly, "He is indeed a rare genius in this century, and he is the only one who notices the existence of the 'Sacrificial Academy', in a sense, this can be regarded as his victory - defeating the originally invincible 'Sacrificial Academy', which is why everyone is so jealous of him." ”

"So, what should that so-called heir of his do? The other party is going straight to kill here! If we don't take some action, I'm afraid we will be in a disadvantageous position again! Fingers gently curled up a strand of white hair, Wen Qingyu asked.

"It depends, you don't need to worry about that, because you just need to know that I've never been a passive person, and that's enough."

"Yes, this point is vividly withdrawn in this matter!" There was a bit of playfulness in his tone, and Wen Qingyu said with a smile.

"Oh?" Wen Yifan tilted his head slightly and looked at the other party with some confusion.

"Well! The teacher's acting skills are still in place, which makes everyone a little shaken! Tapping his fingers on his lips, Wen Qingyu said with a smile: "All this is a drama directed by the teacher, isn't it?" ”

"That's right, that's my style......"

"That's not what people are talking about~ I mean, except for the copycat who is not in the plan this time, everyone else has already been controlled by the teacher, isn't it?" Helplessly, Wen Qingyu suddenly approached, and the playfulness on his face became stronger.

"That's an interesting point, so let's talk about what you know." Wen Yifan smiled, leaned slightly on the cabinet, and looked like "listening to him".

"Actually, it's very simple - when I was helping the teacher clear the computer information, I accidentally found the browsing page of a public security system population query, so I dug deep out of curiosity, and soon found an unexpected query history - Jiang Qing." Wen Qingyu sat down on the dining table, and then slid down under his "friendly" smile, stuck out his tongue, and continued: "This aroused my strong curiosity, so by checking all the teacher's browsing traces and so on, I found out that on October 3, the teacher had logged out of the account of a certain forum, and completely formatted all the content in it, and even put on a three-layer encryption method, after cracking these, I followed the clues, All the way to a post that has more than 10,000 replies but has recently been deleted. ”

"And does the teacher know the best thing? That post happened to be the post that used to doxx Jiang Qing's family. ”

"What's more subtle is that as I went deeper and deeper, I also found that the teacher had tracked someone's computer browsing history for a period of time, and what I found in it made me understand everything." Taking a deep breath, Wen Qingyu chuckled, and then said: "I found that the website that the computer browses the most was hacked by the teacher and put a certain link, and the content of that link is the principle of probability killing!" ”

"The owner of that computer is Jiang Xiaoyu, who is dead."

In the deep night, the branches and leaves outside the window swayed slightly with the caress of the breeze, but the black clouds in the sky could not be dispersed.

"In this way, everything has long been clear, and some of the doubts that used to be have been supplemented - such as the uncalm police officers who publish other people's information, such as Jiang Xiaoyu who suddenly mastered the killing technique, etc.," A smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, Wen Qingyu asked with a grin: "Or is the reason why I know this is also because of the teacher's 'manipulation'?" ”

"Qingyu."

Her words were softly interrupted by a gentle voice, a voice that was as calm as the breeze blowing on her face.

"A good drama is inseparable from a good director, and a slight hint of suspense after the end of the play is also the key to mobilizing the audience's emotions." The delicate right hand gently patted her head, and Wen Yifan smiled slightly.

"But why cling to the director's name when the play is long over?"

Things are people, nothing is rest, only you are my only audience, always with me.