Chapter 937: Sin (5)

Chapter 937 (5)
After the carefully selected sea salt was slowly sprinkled on the freshly fried meat, Baki put the plate up, placed it in front of him, took a deep breath, and enjoyed the smell of cooked meat.
Nothing is more satisfying than a special schnitzel in the morning for breakfast.
Meat is justice!
When Baki was ready to start, the video call behind him suddenly rang.
Not only the ‘high priest’ of the
God
(self-styled), but also Mr. Besson, the general manager of the manor, called and said that Mr. St. Francis came to visit.
This suddenly made Baki's good mood empty. Because it reminded him of the horrible memories that were exposed on the roof—yes, that was the thing that happened last night.
Baki finally did not buy the answer from the club Pad.
It's not because he really can't bear the faith of that 100,000 units, but because of his current beliefs, but only 30,000.
why?
Of course, it was because I bought the special meat of a cold storage all the time ago. The 'God's Messenger' likes to eat meat. It is inseparable from meat in five meals a day. This is almost everyone in the manor knows. Things.
And the cold storage used to store the rations of the ‘God's messenger’ is even more on duty 24 hours a day.
At present, because of the large amount of stocks, Baki has not many units of faith on hand, and the answer to the need for 100,000 units is really powerless.
However, Ming Ge is obviously not the one who makes himself inexplicably stunned on the roof. Otherwise, where do you need the answer of the back 100,000 units?
"It’s so bad..." Baki frowned. After thinking for a while, he directly said: "Besson, you let him wait for me for a while in the living room."
......
When the ‘God's Messenger’ appeared in front of Mr. Saint-Fran, it was already two hours from Mr. St. Franc’s visit to the manor.
"I am really sorry. I used to pray to my after I woke up in the morning." Baki smiled and appeared in front of people. He said humbly: "Let Mr. Saint-Fran wait for a long time."
"Maybe it is because of the devoutness of the messenger that you can become a god." Mr. St. Franco smiled at this moment and said that the compliment was just right.
"I don't know if Mr. St. Francis came to me early, why is it?" Baki asked not salty, and at the same time saw Miss Kesini who followed Mr. St. Franc.
Mr. St. Franco suddenly said at this moment: "The messenger, about the things of last night, some words, can I talk to you alone?"
Bucky was a little hesitant, but Mr. Besson said: "I am sorry, Mr. Saint-Fran, you are not a believer in my church and cannot meet the messenger alone."
Apparently, I didn’t expect Mr. Besson to suddenly interject in. Mr. St. Francis frowned at this time, but he saw Mr. Besson’s eyes unbiased and not humble, so he made Mr. St. Franc’s look a little worried.
"It's okay, Besson." But Baki said this time: "I also have some things to talk to Mr. St. Francis. You should go out first."
"Okay!" Mr. Besson agreed with the words without saying anything. At the same time, he came to Miss Kesini and made a gesture of asking - it seems that Mr. Besson really turned the messenger's instructions and turned a little. There is no room for it.
Soon, there were only Baki and St. Francis left in the living room.
Bucky suddenly smiled, then pointed to the sofa next to him: "Let's not stand, go sit down."
Mr. St. Francis nodded and had no opinion, but he carefully looked at the sofa area - in fact, after coming in, he was already careful, even the water sent by the servant did not take a drink.
Because now that the messenger is known to be a master of hypnotism, then any of the same furnishings in the living room may become a props for hypnosis, or may bring psychological hints.
But the things here don't seem to have reached the level of that effect... For example, there is no floor with the same color tone, no reverberating bells, no paintings that can be fraudulent in perspective - not even placed here. Any mural.
As for the smell... Mr. St. Francis is a person who is very sensitive to the smell, and has also done a variety of training in odor discrimination - in this respect, it does not seem to exist.
Then, maybe there is only language left, as long as you keep your head clear...
Mr. St. Franco smiled and sat down, but he himself did not know. When he sat down, his gaze was completely hollowed out, and his thoughts stayed at this moment.
Bucky yawned and sat down in front of Mr. Saint-Fran. At the moment when Mr. Saint-Fran went to the sofa area, Baki had already thrown a word for Mr. St. Franc. Charm is gone.
Convenient and easy.
"Put yourself and take a look at it." Bucky said coldly at this moment.
I saw that Mr. St. Franco’s eyes were dull, but his palms suddenly lifted up, and then he slammed toward himself—but at the moment he was about to hit, Baki suddenly stopped and stopped.
The palm of the hand is less than half a centimeter away from Mr. St. Franc’s cheek, which is very dangerous.
Bucky is nodding his head in a satisfactory position - the person who has charmed him can have this reaction. Because the object of charm is applied, it will only act directly by listening to the command, and will not think through its own brain - just because it is similar to unconditional launch, it can stop in time.
As for why he should stop him... Of course, in order to make Ming brother awake, he will not doubt what he feels because of the pain in his cheeks.
Baki’s dealings with Mingge have been around for some years, and it’s very clear that Ming’s seemingly frivolous but cautious personality.
"Now let's talk about the serious things, Ming Ge." Bucky smiled and smiled at the moment: "How did I leave last night, do you know?"
Mr. St. Francis has no feelings: "I don't know. According to Kosini, after she woke up, the messenger had disappeared."
Baki stunned and then frowned. It wasn't Ming Ge's handwriting. This is now completely confirmed... but it has become even more confusing.
Do you have to wait until you earn enough to earn 100,000 units of faith before you know the answer?
But how much meat can be bought by 100,000 units of faith...
Baki sighed and then asked directly: "Ming Ge, how did you become Mr. St. Franco... What are you doing now? And, I heard that you want to be president?"
So, Mr. Saint-Fran said how to transform himself from one of the backbones of the Imperial Command to a great philanthropist.
It turned out that when the Imperial Command and Baki worked together, Ming Ge had already planned to wash himself, so he always did something in the dark as Mr. St. Francis - until Ming Ge was arrested in prison. After that, the activity of Mr. St. Francis gradually became more and more.
As for why Ming Ge is so happy to play the identity of Mr. St. Franc in prison, Baki has no interest to know - know that he is not as comfortable when he is in prison. life?
"I really want to be president..."
"Smart people should wait for the high point."
"If I can use the messenger and his network, it will be very helpful for me to participate in the election. This is the purpose of my coming today."
"Cothini is indeed my adopted girl, but she has not touched her. But she is very dependent on drugs, so I will not worry that she will betray me."
"After becoming president, what I want to do is..."
When Mr. Saint-Fran answered this question, Bucky suddenly saw some struggling expressions from his face.
"What I want to do is... yes... yes..."
Mr. St. Franc’s face was more and more intense, which made Baki frown.
Because this charm is in the purchase, there have been instructions. That is, if you encounter someone who is particularly strong in your will and touches the bottom line of such a person's heart, it may be invalid.
"Stop, I am not interested in knowing what you plan to do after you become a president." Bucky said quickly.
The expression of Mr. St. Francis gradually became flat.
Bucky is thinking about it, and from time to time, he looks at Mr. St. Franco. In the end, Bucky made a decision.
......
The messenger and Mr. St. Franco talked for a full hour and a half in the living room, and the last two walked out together.
Even before Mr. St. Francis left, the smile on his face did not disappear.
At this time, Bucky was looking at the car in the manor and watching Miss St. Franco and Miss Cosini slowly. It was also a smile. Ming Ge did not find that he had confessed many things when he was awake. At that time, I followed the original plan and came to Baki for an exchange that I wanted to work together.
Baki did not say anything but it should have come down. This seems to be within the expectation of Mr. Saint-Fran...
"Well... although Ming brother is awake, but the charm of his body has not been lifted, it is like a bomb buried in his body. Hey, he can't escape my control." Baki At that time, I thought of it in a beautiful way. If this is the case, there is no problem in putting Mingge on the throne of the country.
I am really too wit!
But at this moment, I saw Mr. Besson rushing in and panting, gasping: "The messenger! The messenger! Another outsider 'God's messenger' came to you!"
"Oh, another ‘God's messenger’ came to me? Well, I know, let’s go to the reception room... you say 啥??

"Another, another 'God's Messenger!'" Mr. Besson looked excited. "Really! I have seen her miracle power! It is so exciting!"
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In the venue of the special research team of the pharmaceutical company, Mr. Blair is watching the observation report of the last zombie Natasha, because after a few hours, he will rush to the airport, where he meets with the Song family. Then return to China.
There is also a deputy head of the research team in the office, named Miki Harumi, who is a Japanese in his early thirties.
This person is very good. When he is in his spare time, Mr. Blair will also give some advice on the pharmacology of Damu Ching Lung. Damu Qinglong is also unsatisfied. Many of the special medicines currently used by Songjia Village are developed by Damu Harumi.
"... Sir, the current level of decay of this zombie has reached 30%, and this degree of decay is probably irreversible." Damu Qinglong frowned at this time: "We have tried various The method, but it doesn't work. In addition, we extracted the cells of this corpse and carried out various experiments, but only the inner liquid remained in the cells of the zombies, and the rest of the components were dissolved in the inner liquid. There is no nerve activity... We really don't understand, it is based on what principle, it can be active, and it will have a strong tendency to fresh flesh and blood."
"If you can understand it easily, this kind of thing will obviously not become mysterious." Mr. Bligh said lightly at the same time, and slowly closed the report on the braille on his hand. "That's it, first Immerse it in a liquid nitrogen tank and save it. I will leave for a while. Study work on the zombies, wait for me to come back."
"Okay." Damu Qinglong nodded.
At this time, Song Da came in from the outside - as usual, Song Da went to see Natasha, a living zombie.
"The scorpion, the car is ready, the humble side is ready, almost to leave."
"Know it." Mr. Blind nodded, then ‘see’ toward Miki Hari,
Do as I say.

"Yes!"
......
Yin Hong’s blood slowly flowed from Song’s wrist.
It’s not like what Song Ruran said. When he didn’t arrive this time, someone would send blood to Goliath – so this time, Gloria can be said to be hungry.
When Song Xiaoran arrived, Gloria had been unable to reach the bed, a bit like an anorexia patient, as if she had lost weight.
Song Xiaoran did not say anything, but went to her front, cut his wrist, let the blood fall from the beginning of the few drops, and later the city into the thin line, poured into the mouth of Gloria.
"Reassured, for some time, someone will actually send you food."
Gloria regained some spirit, but she did not pay attention to Song’s words. During this time, she almost let the man collapse and collapse, not only the things of the vampire world, but also some things she did not want to tell. The vampire instinct was succumbed to the defeat.
"Miss Gloria, do you want to consider my strength as a human being?" Before leaving, Song Xiaoran suddenly chuckled and reached out and picked up Coria's chin and whispered.
Gloria looked at Song Xiaoran with amazement. He didn't know where the man came from with confidence - with his power?
"With you?" This is the first sentence she said after the arrival of Song Songran today.
"In any case, according to your mother's situation, no matter how hard you try, there is no way to save your mother who has been sinned for you, at most, to reduce her sentence."
Song Xiaoran shrugged: "But guilty of this kind of thing, sometimes does not need real crimes. Since the punishment is in the hands of those in power, if you can resist, you will not be so afraid of your own mistakes, and lead to your mother's The sentence will be lengthened... is it right?"
Gloria bit her lip.
"Think about it." Song Xiaoran suddenly smiled softly and took a shot of Goliath's head: "I hope I can hear a very good answer after I come back."
This fan of Guanlia, once again slowly shut down, the prison room is dead and dark.
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"Qiu Shaoye, the car is ready."
The voice of the maid came from outside the door.
Soon after, Luo Qiu came out of the room and held a stack of dozens of books in his hand. "After bothering, can you put them back to the study room of Song Master? From what position, I have already They are clearly marked, and it should not be difficult."
"Qiu Shaoye, you said it is, you don't have to be so careful!" The maid suddenly burst into shock and quickly took the stack of books from Luo Qiu's hand and told another servant to come. "You don't hurry to give Qiu Shaoye luggage!"
"No, I will take it myself, there is not much." Luo Qiu just smiled.
Indeed, when he arrived, there was not much luggage, only a small suitcase, and now he is still a small suitcase.
He then let the servant go busy, saying that he still remembers how to go.
Really a nice place - Luo Qiu feels this way.
At this time, in the corridor, a woman with long black hair walked slowly, carrying a simple luggage box on her hand. After seeing Luo Qiu coming, she stopped at the place.
It is Song Ying.
She didn't know when to dye a bright pink-purple hair back to black, and then simply tied a ponytail.
"What are you doing, waiting for you!" Song Ying shouted far away.
Luo Qiu took a few steps away from the suitcase and looked at Song Ying.
"How?" Song Sakura raised his eyes.
Luo Qiudao: "It was a bit unexpected."
Song Ying turned over and turned his eyes: "Is this not the case? After all, it is natural to return to the ancestral graves to worship the ancestors."
"Yes." Luo Qiu nodded with a smile. "Let's go, let them wait a long time, it's not good."
"Black... Black is not good to watch..." Song Ying, with his face on his face, did not know when he had rolled up his bangs and groaned.
"Quite good looking."
"Thank you." Song Ying smiled.
Just use this smile to end this trip to South America. Luo Qiu feels that this is also very good.
(End of this chapter)