In Sean's spacious and cool room, the four teenagers return to their original carefree state. When the female martial artist finally defeated Sean's men, Lancey cheered with joy, which inevitably piqued Corton's fighting spirit. Lu Hua is still stuck in the pile of books like a little old man. But as the sound of playing games next to him became louder and louder, he finally couldn't help but turn around and shout:

"You-ought to be the same as you were three days ago! Now when you relax, all you know is to play this boring game! ”

Lancy, Kirton, and Sean glanced at each other and put the gamepad down. Lan Qian looked at Lu Hua and said word by word: "Squad leader, you listen well—no matter what you say now, we won't listen to any of your suggestions anymore!" ”

Lu Hua found that the three of them were staring at him, and swallowed his saliva a little unnaturally. "I ...... What's wrong? ”

"What's wrong with you?" "A little over a week ago, if you hadn't said something like that and made a terrible suggestion to follow you to the library—how could a few of us fall into that evil trap and then encounter so many thrilling situations that we almost lost our lives!" Do you dare to think we're too relaxed now? So what are your next good ideas for us to die? ”

"Don't exaggerate." Lu Hua muttered dissatisfiedly, "Can you blame me?" I didn't know anything like that would happen! Besides, I didn't want to, didn't the three of you have to ask me to translate that book of poems? Now it's my fault......"

"Alas, it's all over, don't talk about these useless things." "Actually, I thought about it for a moment, and it's not necessarily a bad thing that we're going through this danger. Regardless, we've shattered the mad Curator's evil plans. The 'prophetic poems' hidden in the secret room were all confiscated and destroyed by the police - this can be regarded as a good thing for society. ”

"That's right." Lan Xi was relieved, "After knowing that the four of us actually solved such a case by our own ability and was awarded the 'glorious title' by the Public Security Bureau, my mother actually forgot to punish me for my previous behavior, and she was impressed with me." ”

"But." Sean was still thinking about what Kirton had just said, "Listen to the curator, there are members of their evil organization all over the world. Bringing him to justice alone is only the tip of the iceberg. The other members of that organization will continue the project everywhere. ”

Kirton leaned back and sighed, "That's not something we can handle." But I think their plan to use the 'end of the world' as an alarmist story can only work for those who are pessimistic and negative. People who truly love life, desire beauty, and are full of confidence and hope for the future will not be afraid of this kind of 'doomsday prophecy'. ”

The four of them were silent for a while. Lan Xi picked up the glass next to her and took a sip of the refreshing iced orange juice. She looked out the window at the bright sunshine and sighed, "I think...... The world we live in is still very beautiful, why do some people always want to destroy and destroy it? ”

"Oh, yes, speaking of which." Sean remembered something, "My dad went to the Public Security Bureau later to find out. It turned out that Curator Xin had joined this evil organization for a reason - but he only said this, and he didn't say a word about everything about that evil organization. ”

"What is the reason?" Kirton asked curiously.

"He had a son named Xin Ming. It was when he was twelve years old that he was kidnapped by two gangsters. He called the police, only to be brutally murdered and dismembered by the gangsters, who, in a fit of rage, brutally killed his son – and his wife fell ill and died soon after. ”

"Therefore, his whole person has become distorted and extreme, so that he is completely psychologically abnormal." Kirton understood, "To join the evil organization is to take revenge on the world and make everyone experience the same pain and despair as him, in order to balance his twisted heart." ”

"Ah, no wonder we went to the curator's office that day, and after he saw me, he called me 'Xin Ming' in a trance......" Lu Hua recalled this incident and sighed, "Alas, it seems that in the depths of that perverted and twisted soul, there is still a trace of warmth that has not yet been extinguished." ”

"Well, he's pretty pitiful." Lan Xi suddenly felt pity, "However, he doesn't need to be so extreme. After all, everyone will suffer when they come to this world, but as long as you keep an optimistic heart, you will always see the hope ahead. ”

"You're quite right." "When we encounter the pain of suffering, it's up to us to decide whether we want to complain and perish, or grit our teeth and head on—but the outcome will be very different." ”

Lu Hua and Sean glanced at each other and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that after experiencing this incident, the two of you will become thinkers." ”

"Don't talk about us, don't you?" Kirton said with an eyebrow raised.

The eyes of the four people met, looking at each other and smiling.

In a room as large as a church, dimly lit and empty. Only one person was in a wheelchair with almost his entire body and face covered by a wide suit and a hood. He sat by the window, but strangely the curtains were drawn so tightly that he could not see the people and the landscape outside. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, but he didn't take a sip of it, just stirring the thick liquid with a small spoon. The whole room was filled with a solemn and oppressive atmosphere.

The door was gently pushed open, and a man in a black suit walked in. But the visitor had only taken two steps, and the man in the wheelchair, who was ten meters away from him, and sat sideways, said in a dignified tone: "Davis, didn't I say don't come in and disturb me while I meditate?" ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Moa." The man took two steps back, "I'm here to report something to you. ”

"What's the matter?" A deep voice asked.

"One of our members in China was arrested, so much so that our plans were exposed – but luckily the impact wasn't too big, and hopefully it didn't get too much attention......"

"Davis, you know, I've always trusted you. You always manage to handle everything beautifully, including things that seem impossible. It's like the Frenchman who committed suicide at the beginning, the descendant of Laporte...... What's his name, Davis? ”

"It's Conrad Adenauer, Lord Moa."

"Yes, that's him. Ten years ago, the people of our organization went to look for him, and he would rather commit suicide by jumping off a building than tell the whereabouts of the poetry collection. But, without leaving any clues, you still find the book of poems. Davis, you're so talented, that's why I use you so much. I'm sure you'll be able to handle this incident cleanly, right? ”

"Yes, Lord Moa, I will take steps in time to put this matter to rest."

"It's up to you, Davis, and I'm sure you'll be able to handle this cleanly." The man in the wheelchair asked, "What level of member is that person arrested?" ”

"D-class."

"It's just a D-class...... "The man in the dark churned his coffee and said nonchalantly, "that's just a small boss." Davis, this kind of inconsequential little thing doesn't need to be reported to me later. You should know that members below grade B don't know the truth about the book of prophetic poems - they all think it's a forgery. ”

"Yes, Lord Moa, this is your foresight." Davis said respectfully, "If the low-ranking members know that we have indeed obtained this book of poems from Laporte's descendants, and have made many copies of it, some of the members who are not firm in their positions may have already messed up with themselves, and how can they be at ease to do things for us?" ”

"Are there any of our senior members in that place?" The man in the wheelchair asked.

"Yes, there is also a B-class member involved in this matter, he is the immediate boss of the D-class member who was arrested, and he arranged and deployed this incident."

"His identity hasn't been revealed, has he?"

"Nope. It's impossible to be exposed, Lord Moa. No one would suspect a teenager, besides, he had no features at all, completely unremarkable. ”

"Good, Davis. Inform him that it's time to transfer. You arrange the next target city with him. This time, tell him to stop relying on the low-level members and let him do it himself—to make sure that Mars-Barth and his prophetic poems spread like a plague. ”

Davis bowed his head slightly, but did not speak.

This detail was felt by the man in the wheelchair, who turned his face to the side a little and said, "What's the matter, Davis, are you worried about anything?" ”

"Ahh

"Don't lie in front of me, I can see through your heart." The voice said slowly, "Are you worried that we are over-leveraging the influence of Mars-Barth and ignoring the great Nostradamus?" There is no need to worry about that, Davis. Don't forget, the great prophet Nostradamus foresaw our group and what we were going to do hundreds of years ago and wrote it down in the form of a poem. What we're doing now just confirms his correctness, it's—"

His voice suddenly changed tone, full of anger and resentment, "Those stupid scholars misunderstood the meaning of this poem and thought it was a prediction of the end of the world in 1999!" As everyone knows, the great Nostradamus never made a mistake, he only predicted the existence of our organization of believers and what we do! As for whether Mars Barth's prediction will actually come true, Nostradamus is not completely sure, so he does not make it clear - it seems that he wants us to verify it for ourselves in 2012! ”

Excited, he turned his wheelchair to face the wall in front of the room, a French poem as large as a stage curtain carved into the huge wall. It is a poem from Nostradamus's Book 10, Chapter 72 of the Centuries, and one of the most familiar prophetic poems in the world to date, to the effect of:

July 1999

The king of terror descended from the sky.

to raise the king of Angorum Moa,

Before and after, he ruled in the name of Mars.