Early in the morning, the first rays of California sun shone on the earth, a gift from God, in Mary's words.

his God.

The hot boiling water poured over the coffee, and the rich aroma filled the room, which was the most enjoyable time for Richard Smith, and the most comfortable time of the day.

If God really exists, how can there be so many deranged criminals?

Expertly tapping on the keyboard, he began his day's work - as an F.B.I. criminal behavior analysis expert, even though he was long past retirement age, he still had no peace.

It's a pity that the good time in the early morning was completely disrupted by a phone call.

"Excuse me, is it Professor Richard Smith?"

On the other end of the line was a slightly soft male voice, with a hint of inquiry in his voice, and there was not the slightest emotion in standard British English.

"It's me, who is it?" Smith frowned slightly, he didn't remember having such a student.

"It's me, the 'Yunxiang Murderer' in your mouth, and the ...... 'writer' deity."

The voice on the other end of the phone still didn't have the slightest emotion, but what it revealed was enough to make anyone feel terrified.

Silence, long silence.

"Xiang Haisheng ......"

"I killed you."

There was silence again.

"Mr. Writer, your English is very good, and if you hadn't claimed to be self-proclaimed, I might have thought you were a standard Englishman." Finally, Smith sighed and said, "Xiang Haisheng was originally a very good student and the person most likely to inherit my mantle, but I didn't expect him to die at your hands so soon." ”

"I see, someone has inherited your mantle." Wen Yifan chuckled, "Professor Smith, if you want to hide something from me next time, remember to make the logic more common-sense." ”

"Based on your reasoning skills, it seems that you are indeed a 'writer,' not some frivolous prank." Smith smiled and replied, with a hint of sarcasm in his words.

- It was put on the table, but it was fine.

"When I can confirm my identity as a writer, I can still be so calm and relaxed, it is worthy of you." Wen Yifan said with emotion, "Or, you don't think you will be threatened by me, don't you?" ”

"The threat of death has long been a daily occurrence for me, and now that I am old, I don't need to be afraid of the threat of those of you who only dare to hide in the shadows." Smith took a leisurely sip of his coffee and continued, "Even though I am not a man of faith, I believe that people like you must have a hell to burn in them. ”

"So, that's why you've been against us? Can your so-called justice really support you to discover the truth? ”

"I don't know if it will lead me to the truth, but I know that it is because of its existence that you have to declare yourself and talk to me today." Slowly putting down the coffee cup, a hint of anger flashed in Smith's eyes, "For so many years, people have gone about their jobs and lived quietly, but what they don't know is that there is a darkness hanging over their heads, which has not been dispersed for a long time - this darkness has lasted for hundreds of years, and it is time for it to become history." ”

"This includes you, and the force you're in—the Sacrificial Courtyard."

This time, Wen Yifan fell silent.

"I know that the reason why you dare to appear in front of me in front of me means that you are sure enough to cut off my life completely, doesn't it?" There was no panic in his old voice, and the concentration that was different from ordinary people made Wen Yifan can't help but praise him in his heart, "In this case, it means that you are already planning to confess everything in front of me - just like the victors will show off their ingenuity to the losers, you will tell me everything, won't you?" ”

"Exactly, Professor Smith."

"Then tell me how you found me." Sitting in a comfortable position, he asked.

"It's very simple, Xiang Haisheng's stupid man, his computer really has too many loopholes, and when he first came to me, I installed a monitor on the tape recorder he brought while he wasn't paying attention, so whether it is the movement of his computer or the sound in the room, I can get accurate information." Wen Yifan's voice was filled with a bit of pretended regret, "And our 'mathematician' is based on this means to locate your precise location." ”

"I see, next question, how many people are there in the sacrificial house?" Smith nodded slightly and continued to ask.

"There are still eight members left in the temple, who are mathematicians, painters, gourmets, politicians, artists, economists, and writers." Wen Yifan replied unhurriedly, "Of course, the original musicians and chemists all died at your hands, I don't think Mr. Smith will forget it, right?" ”

"Of course, the detection of those two cases is the most shining honor in my life." He straightened his chest, his voice full of confidence, "I prove to everyone that the Sacrificial House is not some undefeated myth - it will one day be crushed and completely fall apart. ”

"But alas, you won't see that day."

"Even so, I'm still full of determination about this," the confidence revealed in his voice strengthened Wen Yifan's determination to kill him, "But before that, I actually want to understand one thing—what was the purpose of the establishment of the Sacrificial Courtyard in the first place?" ”

As the minutes ticked by, the writer on the other end of the line seemed to fall silent, but Smith did wait patiently for his answer.

"Professor Smith, as far as I know, you're an atheist, aren't you?" Finally, the calm voice came again, "You don't believe in God because in your eyes, justice is the only thing worth believing." ”

"With that in mind, let's take a look at the current social system, Mr. Smith." A smile evoked, and Wen Yifan then asked: "As we all know, our society is made up of layers of classes - above the common people are the officials, and above the officials are the government. Since there is a bottom of this superimposed relationship, there must be a top level, and in the eyes of many people, the top level is the government that rules an entire country; But if you have to go one level higher, perhaps the UN Secretary-General should be counted as the top, so what if you go one level higher? ”

"It's a god." Without waiting for Shsmith to answer, Wen Yifan said: "The gods are supreme, guiding the direction of the entire human civilization and supervising everyone's life, this is the gods, and this is also the purpose of the existence of the sacrificial courtyard." ”

"You can see it as the boredom of a group of powerful people, or as the extravagance of a group of boring people, but in short, the existence of the sacrificial temple is just a group of boring people who want to become gods." His right hand was slowly raised, his five fingers were slightly bent, his voice was so calm, but even if it was just a voice, he could feel the frenzy in it, "When a person reaches the peak, he will have the idea of playing with others like ants, and the sacrificial courtyard is composed of such a group of people - we are like gods, we can dominate the order of any country in this world, and when we sit together, we are the only gods in this world." ”

"Humans who want to become gods are really arrogant people." Assessing mercilessly, Smith sneered, "It's just a gathering of outlaw fanatics." ”

"Actually, it's a bunch of high-level outlaws — a group of outlaws who can really control anything." didn't get angry because of his ridicule, Wen Yifan just smiled slightly: "The mathematician has a strong talent for computers, there is nothing in this world that he can't invade, he cooperates with painters and economists, manipulates more than 70% of the counterfeit money in the whole world, the stock market and the economy operate, it is the legs of the gods who can walk in this world; The politician is a figure lurking in the United Nations, with countless armed forces and puppet governments under his hands, the hands of the gods who command the world, and I, the gourmand and the artist, are the eyes and brains that the gods use to observe the world, which is the sacrificial temple. ”

"After hearing this, do you still think you have what it takes to be our enemy? All you did was make the gods stop and look at you, and now you're about to pay with your life for that look. There was finally a chill in the calm voice, "But before that, I want to ask a question that I have asked Xiang Haisheng before—when you stare into the abyss for too long, will you be swallowed by the abyss?" ”

"As long as the faith in the heart is firm enough, no matter how deep the darkness of the abyss is, the heroes who fight against the abyss will not lose their direction - only heroes who die in battle, not fallen demons." Smith's voice was filled with firmness that ordinary people could not match, "My student will take you down, writer, Wen Yifan, whoever you are, no matter where you are, he will find you and completely destroy you and your organization - I believe that day is not far off." ”

"Really? It's a pity, but perhaps, as you say, you are a hero who dares to fight against the abyss, and will never be assimilated by the abyss. The voice on the other end of the line sighed softly, "It's getting late, Mr. Smith, it's time to say goodbye to this world." ”

"Is that so? I'm actually curious how you want to kill me," Smith sneered, "My address is changing all the time, and even if you can locate it now, the FBI agents who have been stationed near me are not vegetarians, so I'm curious, how did you get the confidence that you could kill me?" ”

"As you said, there's a lot of deployment in Monterey Bay, California, where you're now, but yes, it's not by wartime standards." The demon with its fangs bared let out a cruel sneer, "Therefore, the politician has decided to take matters into his own hands - in the next ten miles around you, you will be razed to the ground by a suicidal terrorist attack, leaving no living life; And after that, a terrorist organization that has been rampant and powerful in recent times will be bulldozed by an angry United Nations organization - a sacrifice necessary to kill you. Your death could help the world uproot a powerful terrorist organization, and it might make your death worth it! ”

"Alright, Professor Smith, long-distance calls are expensive, one last time, goodbye."

"Toot-toot-"

In the distance, a deafening roar was heard......