Invade the World Chapter 309

  Chapter 309 The First Step to Change the World

  Mary pushed open the door and walked into this groggy office.

  A puff of dust came, she couldn't help frowning, and slapped her nose with her hand.

  There are no lights in the room. The only desk was stacked with scattered documents and books, and a man with messy hair was lying drowsy in the mountain of books.

  The sound of women's footsteps awakened him. Meng Zheng raised his head, stretched out his index finger and thumb, and rubbed the bridge of his nose and dark circles under his eyes.

   "Is the time up?"

   "Hmm. It's already morning."

  Mary nodded slightly.

"There is no problem with the communication. The liaison personnel of the peripheral teams and the core personnel of the operation are all here. If you want to do it on the scheduled date, you have to get busy starting today. Everyone is waiting for you... This temporary leader will come forward. , Officially announced the start."

"good."

  Meng Zheng picked up his jacket from the back of the chair and put it on him. He noticed the woman's expression and smiled slightly.

   "You seem to be dissatisfied with me?"

   "...we all put our heads on the waistband to work for you, 'boss'."

  Miss Mary specially emphasized the pronunciation of the word "boss".

   "You still use this colloquialism. It seems that your Chinese has improved a lot recently."

   Facing Mary's sarcasm, Meng Zheng's expression is very hearty.

  "How much effort did we spend and the organization behind it, it took more than five years before and after to organize this operation."

   Faced with this indifferent and casual man, the woman's brows furrowed deeper.

"Regardless of success or failure, all the pawns that have been so painstakingly placed are destined to be uprooted afterwards, which is equivalent to ruining the foundation of the mainland overnight, and the cost will be pursued afterwards... you know this. Is the cost required? That is an astronomical figure!"

   "But my collaborators still agreed."

   "Because some people think you can bring them even more benefits."

   "That's right."

  Meng Zheng lazily poured himself a glass of wine.

"What's more, I am an honest collaborator. I have reminded you of the risks of this operation. Only when they are not paying attention can we make trouble in this small city. When someone reacts, Come to two elite teams, or simply let the **** match come forward..."

  While he poured wine into his throat, he stretched out his foot and slammed a cockroach crawling across the floor to death.

After waiting for Meng Zheng to remove his leather shoes, the tentacles on the dry worm corpse covered with serum were still trembling slightly.

  "The ending of our group will be like it."

   "Since you know..."

  "This can't be solved in a hurry, dear Mary, the important thing is timing."

  Meng Zheng began to bow his head to sort the books on the desk, and replied slowly.

"Oh?"

  She issued a question.

   "Yesterday was a birthday."

  He replied thoughtlessly.

  "Yours? Or..."

  Mary looked around hesitantly.

  There is no candle in the cake, no hiding in the dark corner, ready to jump out to celebrate the surprise person——

   "Haha, don't look, I'm talking about this lady."

  Meng Zheng tapped his finger on the photo placed on the table.

   "Of course, if Miss Mary is willing, I can also do it for you..."

   "No need."

  Mary waved her hand a little impatiently. Her gaze followed the man's finger and fell on the photo, condensing slightly.

  In this period of time, Mary has seen the girl's face countless times.

  Although she hasn't met the other person with her own eyes, that face is deeper than the old lady in her memories:

  An unawakened divine matchmaker, obviously still a minor, but destined to reach the apex of the world.

   and... the unknown code name.

  The goddess who established contact with this girl **** medium is called Angolmois in the records of the stargazing club. It comes from the prophetic poem in Nostradamus' "The Centuries":

  [The year of 1999, on the month of July;

  The terrifying king descended from the sky,

  Resulting in the resurrection of King Angolumoa,

   During this period, Mars will rule the Quartet in the name of happiness.]

   "Angolmois..."

  Mary murmured.

  The so-called "Terror King" and "World Destroyer" in people who believe in doomsday theory, even if they don't want to be impressed.

  So, she can naturally recognize it at a glance. The little girl in that photo is what God Media looked like before she grew up.

  "Does her birthday have anything to do with the timing of her awakening?"

  Mary calmed her mind and asked softly.

   "No, it has something to do with her mood."

  Meng Zheng replied with a smile.

  "You know, this girl has a few close friends around her, and I want to celebrate for her in the future. It seems too incomprehensible to bother at this time, so I just called and greeted."

   "I remember you said before that you would wait for the high school summer vacation in this country to start your hands. You used similar rhetoric, right?"

   "Yes." Meng Zheng said with emotion, "This is the last moment of free time before the newly-born "Master of Matchmaker" walks on the world stage. As an adult, I don't want to deprive this happiness."

   "...is it possible that she is your illegitimate daughter?"

  Mary showed a suspicious look.

   "You don't care about her as if you are dealing with your mission goals."

"Haha, look at what you said, she is not an ordinary mission goal, but an object worthy of people's respect and admiration." Meng Zheng replied lightly, "In addition, the importance of maintaining positive emotions for psychics, you don't It will be unclear."

   "Beep."

  The suspicion in Mary's heart will not be relieved by this perfunctory answer. But she decided to change the subject, because there was not much time left.

   "Anyway, do you want to do it?"

   "Yes." Meng Zheng nodded, "Even me, I think it's been a long time."

"good."

  After getting a positive answer, Mary is going to leave.

   But just when she was about to push the door out, she suddenly stopped her hand and fell into hesitation.

"What's wrong?"

   "You have wasted so much time, I will delay a little bit, shouldn't it be too much?"

  The woman turned her head and asked.

  Meng Zheng laughed.

   "Okay, just ask if you have any questions. We don't need to be so polite between us."

  Miss Mary seemed to have made up her mind, her eyes were staring straight at the pupils of the youth, and she didn't want to miss any subtle emotional changes.

   "Why are you so obsessed with this matter? Really... just to usher in the end of the world?"

  Meng Zheng was stunned.

  He lowered his arms and burst into laughter, as if he had heard the most funny joke in the world.

   "How is it possible?" He laughed—real exaggerated, tears and nose were almost flowing out—while shaking his head, "You have a huge misunderstanding of me."

"Didn't you keep talking about words like'doomsday' and'doomsday'?" Mary folded her hands to her chest. "I am not the only one who thinks like this. Privately, everyone thinks you are trying to use the gods. The lunatic who came to destroy the world."

   "Ahem."

  It was difficult for Meng to stop laughing, wiped the tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes, coughed and asked:

  "Miss Mary, do you know who is the most believer in the word'end of the world' in this world?"

  He didn't wait for a response, so he went on.

"Not those fanatical religious people. To be honest, that group of people is pinning on foreign objects because they lack the ability to affirm themselves. Someone tells them today that'tomorrow is the end of the world', they will believe, panic and uneasy; if so Tomorrow someone will tell them, "Tomorrow is God's redemption day when heaven will be opened." They will believe it, and suddenly become overjoyed."

  "In this world, the person who most believes that the end of the world will come one day is the person who has spent a lifetime and devoted his entire life to the topic of 'how to resist the end'."

  Meng Zheng raised his finger and tapped his temple.

"If the end does not come, it means that all my work in the past has been dreamless, and I spent a meaningless life like a madman. Of course I don't want to, so I have to believe it more than in this world. Anyone should believe it, understand?"

   "...So, do you want to be the savior?"

"Haha, how come, you look at me too high." The young man spread his hands out, "In addition, I hate this kind of metaphor based on illusory fate. If anyone can be counted as a savior, it won't be. One person, as for the leader among them...it was destined from the beginning."

  Meng Zheng once again knocked on the picture of the **** the table, if he was pointing.

   "But I want to save the world, there is no doubt about that. To be pragmatic, at least, from the coming doomsday, more humans will survive."

  "If you really have such a beautiful ideal, why take this approach?"

  "The ideal is great, so the means must also be great?"

  Meng Zheng curled his lips. He didn't mock the other party's innocence, but replied in a very calm tone:

"Do you know the cost of fulfilling your ideals? Let alone how many people believe in my worries, even if my eloquence is so good, everyone believes that'the end of the world is coming', you think they can Do you act? Human beings are short-sighted and short-sighted creatures. Especially when they ask for sacrifice, they will feel like "Why am I?" In the end, they will be caught in a vortex and muddy of endless disputes."

"So, I can only go to those guys who have no scruples about the means, and tell them how much benefit will be gained by doing this-pay attention, it must be tangible, reliable after time has passed, and it will be available immediately after success. Only by realizing the'benefits' of wealth, power and status can this group of people be attracted."

  After a moment of silence, Miss Mary sighed slightly and said:

"……I understand."

"What do you unserstand?"

   "You are more dangerous than you think."

  The woman answered sincerely.

   "The villain scientists in the movie who caused the world crisis are people like you who think they have the truth, don't see ordinary people in their eyes, and go their own way."

   "Hahaha, indeed!"

  Meng Zheng was not angry at all, and laughed happily again.

  "I like this statement! Crazy scientist, really good, did you know that I used to be a researcher in the field of 'cognitive science and the haunted house phenomenon'? It's a pity that I lacked the talent for scientific research. I didn't take long to get out."

  The woman looked at the man in front of her and realized that although she was once a companion of the other party, she had never really approached him.

   So, the excitement and throbbing in her heart that she had once had, she just let go of it gently.

  Mary glanced at Meng Zheng for the last time, and the emotion in her eyes seemed to be compassionate and puzzled.

   Then, she turned and left without looking back.

  Mary is gone.

  The smile on Meng Zheng's face is like a chalk mark erased by a blackboard eraser, gradually turning into nothingness.

  He sat back in the chair blankly, and closed his eyes slightly tired.

   "Then... this is the end, A Yuan."

  Half loudly, the man's self-talking voice echoed in the empty and dark study room.

  "Whether human beings can overcome the threat of the 'God's death' and whether they can withstand the large-scale invasion of the gods rests on your daughter."

  "We cannot count on destiny. Even if we pray day and night, there are very few **** mediators in this world. Since we cannot count on God to give it, we can only use the hands of our human beings to create 'miracle'."

  "My talent is far inferior to yours, Ayuan. Because in the past ten years, I still can't think of any other way to create an 'artificial medium', and I even had to focus my idea on the only successful case."

   "If not, I might..."

  The hoarse voice fainted.

  A small room, like a tomb.

  When the man who was reclining on the chair stood up again, he had already become vigorous and smiled.

  Meng Zheng glanced at the photo one last time. Above is a white house. In front of the house is a couple holding hands in an intimate atmosphere, and a little girl smiling happily.

  He turned around and opened the curtain behind the chair. The bright sunlight penetrated into the window glass and fell on the tender leaves of the flowerpot.

  The dark and gloomy room, brighten up in a flash.

  Meng Zheng buckled the photo back on the table, picked up his coat again, and strode towards the door.

  Behind the photo, there is a line of English written in beautiful swashes, and a signature:

  "TheFirstSteptoChangetheWorld. (The first step to change the world

  "——Lin Mingyuan."

  (End of this chapter)

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