Hogg-Foster's signal is gone.

The last information Dr. Shiratake ever received was that he stood in front of a closet door, got up and walked into the wriggling dark green man-eating plants.

"There's something weird about the way the signal disappears."

This is her judgment with the eyes of a professional.

The signal generator itself was not destroyed, but rather that after passing through the green man-eating plant, he disappeared from this world and arrived in a non-existent dimension.

"What now?"

This sudden change made Lu Xiang's brows tighten, they didn't know anything about the world connected behind the plant, and the only way to reach that world was to pass through the belly of the cannibal plant.

She finally understood why even the best intelligence officers in the coalition government couldn't access the secrets of the club - the real location of the meeting was not of this world at all, and even the best intelligence officers had to go through the belly of a man-eating plant to explore the secrets of that world.

"It is the power of God."

Song Lan remembered what she had seen in the media company, and it was from the mouths of these man-eating plants that the insects that had been transformed into psionic bombs were crawling out of the mouths of these man-eating plants, "It can connect the two worlds." ”

"I should have thought of it."

Lu Xiang was a little annoyed, after all, after the explosion that day, Song Lan had also mentioned the existence of plants to her, and Yakong and the former MI7 agent called it the "Tree of Evil", all kinds of signs indicated that the "god" in their eyes was probably related to plants.

And now, Hogg has been transported to another world by the power of "God", and they have no way of knowing what is happening over there, let alone guaranteeing his safety.

"We've got to find a way to get him out of there."

Claire, the wife of the Senator, has proven that even the most determined people will become faithful believers under the influence of "God", maybe they will not let Hogg die easily, but when he returns to the real world, they will probably become believers in "God" like everyone else.

She thought about many things, but Dr. Shiratake said that with the technology they had, they couldn't convey information to a person who no longer existed in this world.

She thought the only way was to go through the man-eating plant's belly, but without knowing the other side, that would be a risky decision.

Lu Xiang rarely ran out of ideas, so he could only pin his last hope on Song Lan, hoping that this invincible stupid bird could come up with some solutions that they didn't know.

However, in the face of this extremely unfavorable situation, Song Lan's face remained as usual, "Don't worry, I believe that Mr. Hogg can protect himself." ”

"According to the information, he has not been fitted with any military-grade prosthetics, and his ability to resist strikes is not good."

Lu Xiang had to remind the other party.

Hogg Foster's physical fitness is only slightly better than that of ordinary people, and even a street thug can easily take his life if they meet on a narrow road.

What's more, through the information provided by Yakong, the roots of the "Tree of Sin" were enough to pierce the concrete wall when it attacked, and once discovered, Hogg might really end up with a hole in his chest.

"You're talking about him in the past."

“…… Well? ”

"What happened to the Third Neutral and the Iris Consortium inspired me, Lao Lu, why do you say they voluntarily became believers in 'God'."

It was not the people who lived at the bottom of the social ladder who lived unhappily every day and had nowhere to vent their anger, but the parliamentarians who held the supreme power in the coalition government and enjoyed a life that ordinary people could hardly dream of, and every opinion they put forward in parliament could really affect the future direction of the country.

But even so, they are willing to dedicate themselves to the gods in their eyes.

"The Speaker has said that 'God' has promised them a future."

Lu Xiang answered Song Lan's question, but she still didn't understand why the other party asked that.

"Exactly."

Song Lan nodded, "Because they can directly obtain benefits from the 'gods' through their faith, the same is true for the believers of the Third Neutral Nation, many of them have gained the power beyond ordinary people after becoming believers. ”

There is no such thing as a belief without a cause.

When he looked back now, he understood many of the abilities he had used unconsciously.

This explains why he was so handy at giving the "Rat" the power to give the "Rat" the power to knock the Coalition Government's expatriate agents away with a single blow when he was in the prison on the outskirts of the 17th District.

Because the "rats" at that time followed the guidance of their hearts.

"You mean ......"

Lu Xiang suddenly realized that even though she was prepared in her heart, she couldn't help but be surprised.

Song Lan responded to her speculation, "That's right, now Mr. Hogg is no longer what he used to be, and he is no longer the weak old man. ”

He had seen the power of the "gods" firsthand, so he had long expected that the other party might use the power to teleport members to some unknown place.

And after some hard thinking, he finally found the answer from everyone's good friend "Mouse".

"Now Mr. Hogg is a stand-in messenger."

……………………………………

At the same time, the same question arose in Hogg's mind.

When his vision returned, it was clear that he was greeted by a world of nightmares—everything around him was shrouded in plants, and the members of the Fishing Boat Club had built a palace in the open space of this world.

Green vines covered with white stone pillars, and the architectural style made Hogg feel like he had stepped back in time to the Stone Age, which he had happened to see in a book that had survived before the Third War.

In ancient times, when people had just learned to polish their tools and build buildings, they could not wait to build such buildings as much as they could, and they used them to worship the gods in their eyes.

Jock was also sitting under the stone steps of the palace and asked him ostentatiously, "Do you remember how long it has been since you saw a forest?" That's what the world should be! ”

The Third War almost destroyed the whole world, and after the formation of the coalition government, the concept of afforestation had no market, and now they saw the same scenery wherever they went, and it was said that dense forests could only be seen in some remote areas of the "outside".

Other words......

After passing through the belly of a man-eating plant, they suddenly came to the "outside world" thousands of miles away?

A hint of trepidation welled up in Hogg's mind.

This also means that no matter what happens here for a while, Rob Luqi and the others, who are thousands of miles away, will not be able to help him.

"You just said what happens when no one gets an invitation through its belly?"

Hogg asked eagerly.

"Then it depends on the mood of the 'gods', they may find themselves suddenly in the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters, or they may be directly bound by the vines and sent to everyone as spies, or they may be directly digested and become nutrients to play their last bit of value as creatures."

Jock smiled and said, "A recent ritual was interrupted, and he should still be hungry by now." ”

Hogg's heart sank to the bottom.

In other words, if Rob Luch and the others rashly broke into the man-eating plant, he would be reduced to nutrients that would be digested cleanly.

Rescue will no longer appear, and everything else will depend on him for the rest alone.

But......

His gaze swept over the seemingly ferocious plants outside the palace, and the mere glance at them from afar made him shudder, let alone fight them.

"Don't be stunned, I'm going to introduce you to an important person, and she will directly decide whether or not you can become a member of the High Council."

Jock walked towards the magnificent palace on the stone steps, and when he saw this, Hogg had no choice but to follow him.

No flaws can be revealed.

In the absence of support, once the purpose is revealed, it is certain to die.

Hogg was exhausted and out of breath as they ascended the seemingly endless staircase, and he couldn't help but hold on to a stone pillar covered with vines, looking at the palace in front of him, which was much larger than what they looked at at the foot of the mountain, and the facilities were so rudimentary that he felt more like he was exploring the ruins of some civilization.

Jock walked through the palace's promenade to the palace's open-air garden.

The important people he spoke of were already waiting there.

It was a slender young girl, and at this moment she was facing away from the two of them, bending down to carefully care for the grotesque flowers on the altar, the bright red petals beating in front of them like hearts.

After the girl turned around, Hogg realized that he had never seen each other.

He had expected that the important person mentioned by Jock would be some member of parliament, but what he didn't expect was a girl who looked to be in her early twenties.

The girl was wearing a white dress, stepping on the ground barefoot, her dress was not solemn, but like an elf princess who came out of those magical movies of Chloe Films.

"She's the botanist Trian and the builder of this palace."

Jo Clone introduced Hogg to the girl's identity.

Botanist?

This identity made Hogg even more suspicious, and he felt that it should be for a biopharmaceutical company, not one of these gatherings of councillors.

"I'm not going to disturb your party."

The girl seemed to see through Hogg's heart, and her voice was ethereal, "My duty is to make sure that every participant has a pure heart before the party begins. ”

As she spoke, she stepped away, letting the blood-red flower appear in front of the two of them.

"Now, Mr. Hogg, please open your heart to it."

"Let us know that you're not here for any other purpose." ”

The small theater of its one hundred and twenty-eighth:

Thursday, evening, year, month, day.

Song Lan found that Lu Xiang was a little strange recently.

She's changed since Wednesday's regular gathering.

Song Lan felt that the seminar organized by Hannah was not a good thing, and Lu Xiang was always inspired to come up with many new ideas, which made him feel that he was already several versions behind.

However, this time, Lu Xiang, who participated in the regular meeting, seemed to be a different person, gentle and considerate, and shouted at him all day long.

"Lao Lu, what's wrong with you?"

Song Lan didn't enjoy the change in the other party's attitude, because with his understanding of Lu Xiang, every time she did this, there was a bigger conspiracy behind it.

"What I'm talking about at the regular practice meeting."

Hannah and the others put forward many constructive suggestions, but Song Lan's reaction was always far from what she expected.

Instead of realizing his cute and clingy side, he also showed vigilance and vigilance everywhere.

"I don't think you need to force yourself to do something you don't like."

"There's no dislike."

Lu Xiang said, "What I don't like is your attitude, what are you doing so vigilantly?" ”

I wanted to surprise Song Lan before, but when I suddenly hugged the other party from behind, the other party's reaction was as violent as being hit by an invincible heart-piercing knife in the universe, which made Lu Xiang full of frustration.

"I mean, we just got along well."

"The original way of getting along?"

Lu Xiang glanced thoughtfully at the sky outside the window, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, changing to a stern tone, "You, go take a bath, and then lie on the bed!" ”

(End of chapter)