Vol 8 Chapter 50: Sacrificial lamb

The Monument Island is forbidden to tourists. All the people who come to pay homage to the Holy Face of the Lamb should stop at the sightseeing square in front of the Monument Island. The Colombian Police Department has delimited a restricted area, iron walls and gates, and guards for patrols.
This is not okay, Mr. Booker whispered, he must find a way to sneak in.
The Colombian guard is very loyal to the Prophet, about three or four stories high, so Booker found the captain of the garrison and asked him to meet alone during his lunch break, and put out enough money to buy three or four floors. The money was smoothly bribed to this person.
"My buddy, you make it hard for us to do this. The great prophet expressly forbids...well, but I think you are a moral gentleman...oh! Your generosity and kindness are eye-catching... well, well Come! Please come with me and change into a guard equipment. Just go in quietly."
It seems that private piety to the prophet is not as effective as the reverence for the dollar. Mr. Booker understands the guard captain’s idea very well: it’s a good meal. If it is a group of guards, in public, Booker believes that the vast majority of them will dedicate their loyalty to the prophet without reservation. They will be willing to die for the prophet’s word, and are willing to give all the property to Colombia. .
But this is privately, Booker claims to be a despicable and dark thief, a seduce the fallen devil, a false shepherd who wants to take the lamb away, and the guard of the lamb has escaped the gaze of the prophet and escaped the huge The gaze of the community, so Mr. Booker can take advantage of the void. The person he selected is also very suitable. The price of bribing a garrison captain is not the same as the price of bribing a small patrol guard.
Why, conscientious, always vigilant, loyal to the prophet, not afraid of sacrifice, always on the front line of the small guards, get only a fraction of the money, and the captain who eats and does nothing behind the luxurious office chair can get the big head?
Is it because he is lazy? Obviously not, Mr. Booker felt sorry for the sweat of these loyal guards.
Is it because he couldn't understand the prophet's will? Of course not, the low-level guards will meticulously implement the prophet's orders, and will lowly praise the prophet after work.
So why exactly?
They are not smart enough. Perhaps so, their intelligence is not a problem, but they have too little knowledge. The defensive captain Benjamin in front of Booker is a smart man. He knows what kind of system he lives in, and knows that the system itself is quite absurd. When the people below tremble and dare not show their two hearts, these senior officials will already comment on the Prophet's decision in the cigar room.
After all, this is the twentieth century. What day is 1912? The world wave is the time when the storm is surging. The residents of Colombia are basically surface immigrants, and a considerable part of them are well-educated, and many things are tacitly tacit. Comstock's set is not new, the only thing that makes him seem magical is that he can really predict it.
Colombia’s bones are selfish, and Colombia’s flesh and blood are self-interested. Even its skin is too dazzling and pale, but it is covered with a sacred fig leaf. Such a fig leaf is so useful that it can unite the Onsa people into a distorted core, using faith as an excuse to unscrupulously persecute and humiliate other people in the world.
Booker DeWitt felt ashamed and pained by this. It is hard to imagine a pure child living in such an environment for a long time-by the way, Columbia even has cigarettes for children to smoke! I don’t know how a paranoid it will become.
Now he was wearing a neat police uniform, with a Mauser gun and a magnetic skyhook pinned to his waist, and following the garrison captain Mr. Benjamin, he walked through the iron wall in the name of a routine patrol.
After all these tricks, he finally arrived inside Monument Island at about 1:10 in the afternoon.
Mr. Benjamin showed him around the island facilities. The main body of the memorial island is a hollow bronze statue of a lamb. The shape of the statue is a teenage girl with double wings on the back. It is said to be made according to the appearance of the lamb. The smile of the statue is generous and sunny, and has a strong Virgin temperament. , Which is extremely in line with her "personal design" for her mission to redeem Sodom.
The base of the statue of lamb is an experimental hall, which passes through the vestibule with deep and dim light of trees and enters the vestibule from the high main entrance. There is a bit of chaos here, no one is on duty. It seems that something has happened. Mr. Captain said, "You have a coincidence. If you change to another day, there will be many scientists in it. You will not have the opportunity to visit so relaxedly."
"So what happened? The chairs were turned over and no one cleaned them."
"Ah, there was originally a named Tabor who was in charge of cleaning, but he seemed to have something wrong. Sir, I must make it clear to you, you can’t go deep here, and I won’t take you to the top of the tower. To disturb the life of the lamb"
"Of course, of course, I'm just a devout believer. It's just that I really want to pay homage to the holy face of the Lamb for a while..." Mr. Booker embarrassedly took out a pure finger-sized ruby ​​and threw it in his hand, a bright red one. The jewel caught Mr. Benjamin's eyeballs, causing his eyes to fly up and down.
"Um, you can see that you are definitely... Um, please come with me." Benjamin quickly stuffed the ruby ​​into his boot, then he staggered and happily led Booker to the experimental area. door.
What you see is not the bright hall, but the pile of experimental equipment.
A large amount of experimental data, experimental samples, strange mechanical devices and scientific research equipment, the hall seems to be the belly of some kind of giant electronic whale, full of organs from other worlds, making all first-time visitors feel unfortunate.
Mr. Benjamin is obviously accustomed to everything here, he is like an amateur tour guide, will try to break some of the information he knows to Booker.
"This blackboard records the changes in the size of the lamb growing up, you see, one, five, eleven and seventeen years old."
Booker: "How old is she now?"
"It should be twenty years old, yes, yes, twenty years old, the first lady gave birth to a lamb in 1892."
Booker: "She has been living in the tower for so many years, hasn't she ever gone out?"
"In order to prevent the lamb from being tempted by a false shepherd, you know. This is the decision of the prophet. Oh, please come with me, don't fall behind, and don't be too surprised."
In the next room stands a giant siphon device. Pentium current flows through the motor on the top of the machine. The air is full of ozone smell and disturbing noise. Benjamin didn’t know about this device. He just said it was about A certain kind of transforming machine can transform samples into different forms at different times~EbookFREE.me~ There are only three samples in the device, and each one is marked. The first sample is a small doll bear, marked as "4". Year-old partner"; Sample No. 2 is a notebook, labeled "11-year-old Poetry Collection"; Sample No. 3 is a menstrual zone, labeled "March at 14-year-old."
Booker: "So her life is closely monitored, right?"
"No, please don't say that! We are just faithfully fulfilling the prophet's orders, keeping an eye on the changes of the Lamb, nothing more."
Booker laughed suddenly, the sharp laughter startled himself. Benjamin was even more blunt: "Your laugh just now was like the cry of a raven."
"Maybe I used the raven power potion." Booker was so prevarication, and quietly released his hand from the grip of the Mauser gun. He smiled, "Let's go to the next place."
Next he saw the blood collection laboratory and the imaging room. The lamb was closely monitored, unknowingly photographed, and subjected to physical experiments.
Therefore, this monument island is basically an extinction experiment base and a research institute for supernatural powers.
Booker saw that the girl in the photo was Elizabeth. He carefully observed her face and expression, and suddenly let out a sharp and unconscious laugh. "Ahem, let's go to the inside to see."
Benjamin shook his head, "Can't go any further. Going further is the observation area, where you can directly observe the lamb." He said this, but his eyes were fixed on Booker's lips.
Booker pointed a probe behind him, "Hey, is that the cleaner you mentioned?"
Benjamin turned and looked, "Where? Where is that nigger?"
Bang!
A gunshot sounded.
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