The light of the incandescent lamp gradually stabilized, and Chen Fan also saw the things in front of him thoroughly-

Just portraits of the gods hanging on the walls.

Chen Fan's face turned pale, and he raised his slightly trembling right hand to wipe away the fine cold sweat on his forehead.

Maybe it was because of the lighting, or maybe it was the influence of those weird scenes just now, he was dazzled for a while.

After the initial panic, an inexplicable anger rose in Chen Fan's heart.

Tear it up!

Tear up this portrait!

He stared at the female deity in the portrait with bloodshot eyes, an indescribable madness and deepest fear in his eyes.

Minutes and seconds passed.

In the end, Chen Fan gritted his back molars hard, and with the only remaining reason, he suppressed the urge to tear up this portrait - tearing up the portrait of gods in the religious era, just thinking about it knew that it was an unforgivable sin!

He looked away from the portrait, stepped over the mess of clothes scattered by the door, staggered to his desk, and pulled open the drawers that matched the wooden desk.

Looking at the scattered papers full of handwriting in the drawer, Chen Fan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

He carefully took it out and read it carefully in the dim light.

……

Each piece of paper is carefully dated with handwriting.

Chen Fan checked the paper calendar next to his desk and arranged the notes in chronological order.

With just a glance, Chen Fan realized the problem:

At the beginning, a month ago, the handwriting on the paper was legible, but as time went on, the handwriting began to scribble, and each stroke seemed rushed.

And this phenomenon is especially evident in the notes of the last three days!

To this day, the time of the death of the original owner, the handwriting on the paper has completely evolved into an abstract mass of distorted lines that are difficult for others to read.

Obviously, the original owner's mental condition has been declining for the past month, and in the last three days, he has taken a sharp turn for the worse, until he committed suicide!

Thinking of the strangeness of the statue in the living room, Chen Fan's face suddenly became difficult to look at.

He pressed his restless mind and began to peruse the first few notes.

On June 18, 2067, it will be sunny and tomorrow will be the Chosen Ceremony, which has become more and more frequent in recent years......

On June 19, 2067, at the ceremony of the Chosen One, I became the Chosen One!

On June 20, 2067, Qing, after becoming the Chosen One, everything was different, and the neighbors obviously respected me a lot, except for Sister Huai, who lived next door, I don't know why, her attitude towards me changed......

On June 21, 2067, the deacon of the church sent us a lot of supplies, and the living standard of our family improved a lot, thanks to the Lord's gift......

Chen Fan silently flipped through the low-quality, yellowish-tinged rough paper in his hand, his eyes flashing with thought.

It can be seen that the family situation of the original owner is not very good, and becoming the Chosen One has undoubtedly brought unprecedented glory to the original owner.

Therefore, the notes of the previous days were filled with praise and gratitude to the gods.

Since most of the notes were inconsequential trivialities, Chen Fan slightly sped up the action of flipping through them.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and stopped the rapid flipping of his hands.

July 1, 2067, heavy rain, went to church today, I don't know why, the attitude of the people in the church towards me...... Something strange.

From this day on, the handwriting began to become sloppy, and at the same time, the content of the notes began to be short.

On July 2, 2067, the next Election Service will be held on August 18, 2067, and the deacons of the church will say that our chosen ones will go to the kingdom of God on that day to serve God.

On July 3, 2067, I heard that ...... The former Chosen never returned.

July 4, 2067, I don't understand...... Is it that good in the Kingdom of God? Why are the Chosen ones reluctant to return?

Looking at the scribbled handwriting on the notes, Chen Fan only felt a sigh in his heart.

Go to the kingdom of God and serve God......

As a modern person, he immediately noticed the creepy elements in these iconic and strong words.

Damn, it can't be a human sacrifice, right?

Chen Fan quickly raised his head and glanced at the calendar next to him.

July 18......

In other words, in a month's time, he was going to the so-called Chosen Ceremony!

After realizing this, Chen Fan's face suddenly changed.

"!!"

Are you kidding?

It's hard to regain a second life, and he doesn't want to be a sacrifice to the gods!!

No, no, no, there is no fixed number yet!

The so-called human sacrifice is just his unilateral conjecture, and maybe there will be a turnaround!

Breathing heavily, he flipped through the notes in his hand in a panic, trying to find clues from them that would be enough to disprove his own suspicions.

It's just that......

The handwriting in the notes had become illegible.

Chen Fan struggled with his eye, and only recognized some recurring words from it.

【Fake! It's all fake!! 】

【The Chosen One?】 It's a scam!! 】

[False God! 】

……

"Squeak ......"

A cool breeze blew through the open wooden window, which shook slightly, and the incandescent light bulbs on the ceiling swayed with it.

Looking at the constantly shaking figure on the yellowed paper, Chen Fan only felt cold in his hands and feet.

Stimulated by the cool breeze, he shivered violently, and his bloodshot eyes revealed a thick color of horror!

God is false, the Chosen One is false, everything is false!

No wonder the original owner would commit suicide - the collapse of faith is enough to destroy a person from the bones!

So, what is the truth? What did the original owner discover?

He doesn't know!

But there is one thing he can be sure of:

The Divine Election Ceremony in a month will most likely be the time of his death!

"Little Fan?"

Outside the wooden door, a familiar cry came out: "It's time to sleep, don't forget that you have to go to church tomorrow to study!" ”

Learn?

What to learn? Learn how to be a good living sacrifice?

Chen Fan was silent for a moment, answered in a low voice, and turned off the incandescent lamp above his head in a prayerful manner.

The dim starlight shone through the window and reflected on the portrait of the gods, and the goddess, who was originally beautiful, became inexplicably hideous and weird.

Chen Fan, who was lying on the bed, had mixed thoughts in his heart, confused, uneasy, and frightened...... Countless negative emotions filled his heart.

Time passed little by little, and he finally couldn't bear the double fatigue of body and spirit, and closed his heavy eyelids.

……

This is an incomparably vast space, and the distorted bands of light, dense or sparse, are irregularly distributed in this vast space.

The band of light is brilliant and has colors that are difficult to describe in words – it is far beyond the limits of human perception.

To be precise, this "vastness" is the feeling in Chen Fan's heart.

It was like being thrown into a space where there was nothing around, and an involuntary and familiar sense of drifting rose in Chen Fan's heart.

After a short period of confusion, Chen Fan suddenly woke up: Isn't this the scene he experienced before he crossed over?!

Could it be that he is dead again?

He didn't do anything wrong, so he wouldn't be so guilty, right?!

Just as he was about to take a closer look at his surroundings, a strong feeling of dizziness hit him, and a faint whisper of unknown meaning sounded in his ears.

Just like the noise of the radio not receiving the signal, Chen Fan frowned uncomfortably, and then subconsciously covered his ears.

But that didn't help, and the whispers still lingered in my head, and they continued to amplify over time!

Suffer!

Only one thought flashed through Chen Fan's mind, and his consciousness was dissipated by this extremely obscure whisper and murmur.

Suddenly, there was a faint, but clear, voice in the obscure whisper.

"The 3673rd call of the Central Academy of Sciences of the Pan-universe Human Alliance, the Bureau of Dangerous Science and Technology, the TE913 scientific research ship received it, please answer."

"Signal retrieved for the corresponding frequency band, trying to get in touch ......"

"The first communication request is not responded, and the second communication request is about to be initiated......"

Chen Fan, who was delirious and was shocked by the obscure whisper, opened his mouth and shouted out a sentence with all his might:

"Uncle Vozhi! Turn off the free mic!! ”

The next second.

"The communication link has been successfully established, and the target has been confirmed to be carbon-based highly intelligent lifeforms."

"The coordinates have been successfully located, and the cross-universe ultra-long-distance teleportation is being prepared......"