Chapter 1283: Chapter 4 Wall (Begging for Monthly Votes at the End of the Month!)_2
So.
He too clasped his hands together like CC.
Closed his eyes.
And continued pondering his earlier conjecture.
At first, Lin Xian was firmly convinced that CC and Chu Anqing were not the sa person, as there were indeed vast differences between them. Lin Xian even once criticized CC by praising Chu Anqing’s empathy.
At that ti, CC was both unconvinced and dismissive.
But later on.
As he spent more ti with CC, experiencing many things together, and getting to know her better, he indeed began to notice so similarities reminiscent of Chu Anqing.
However, the sample size was too small, and he didn’t think deeply about it.
In hindsight, after eting the First Generation Pillar CC, Lin Xian saw both Chu Anqing’s qualities and CC’s shadow in her… This made him increasingly lean towards the first hypothesis.
Could it be.
Whether it’s Zhang Yuqian, Chu Anqing, or CC from 2624, their true identity was actually this Brooklyn girl from 1952?
Lin Xian opened his eyes and glanced again at the girl beside him.
He pursed his lips.
Unsure of how to view her.
Because, regardless of which hypothesis it was, there was actually no way to prove or disprove it.
Moreover.
The matter of whether this Brooklyn girl is indeed a Millennium Stakes, whether she can beco a Millennium Stakes, and how she becos one, still needs verification.
The road ahead is long and arduous…
Lin Xian sighed.
However.
He had just traveled from 2234 to 1952 less than three hours ago, and to have made such progress already could be considered a miracle.
At least he found the Millennium Stakes, uncovered so clues, and temporarily had a direction for investigation.
Everything is moving in a positive direction.
Let’s take it slow.
With that “kite string” on the back of his head guiding him, he felt safe enough not to fear staying in Brooklyn longer to figure everything out.
Then.
The collective prayer ended, and it was ti for the dry segnt of the Priest reading scriptures and preaching.
CC listened very attentively, nodding from ti to ti.
Lin Xian was equally uninterested and began calculating his next move in the “Brooklyn Plan”.
To ensure the task is completed.
There must be a reasonable and clear plan.
Through the contemplation just now, Lin Xian devised a three-step plan for this ti-travel journey to 1952—
1. Stay by CC’s side until she transforms into the Millennium Stakes and dissolves, personally witnessing the origins and process of her transformation, uncovering the truth, and deducing clues to save the fate of the Millennium Stakes and retrieve Chu Anqing.
2. After the first Millennium Stakes is driven in history, shift the investigation focus to Einstein, verifying whether Albert Einstein himself had any connection with the Genius Club, whether he was the Genius Club President, and how he obtained the ability to see the future or fake futures.
3. Based on the intelligence gathered from the first two steps, understand all the bizarre events and sources of 1952, and try to find connections to see if they relate to the World-Ending White Light of 2624… Additionally, decipher the secret behind the fragnted dreams of Zhang Yuqian, Chu Anqing, and CC.
Yes.
With this train of thought, he had a clear direction.
Lin Xian nodded.
He hoped everything would go smoothly so that he could return to 2234 with great achievents.
…
By now.
The priest’s sermon had also concluded.
He closed the Bible on the lectern and led the congregation to stand up together for the final blessing prayer. Then he placed his left hand on his chest, clasped the four fingers of his right hand, and touched his forehead, chest, left shoulder, and right shoulder, saying in a solemn voice:
“An.”
The congregation below followed suit.
Performing the actions in unison throughout the church, Lin Xian joined in:
“An.”
Thus, a complete service ca to an end, leaving the congregation with doubts, confessions, or any other thoughts that could be shared with the priest.
Otherwise, they could orderly exit the venue or go outside to receive a free breakfast.
“It’s ti.”
Lin Xian squinted, his gaze sharp.
He had long observed the terrain and situation, ready to let the otter fur outfit on him… serve its intended purpose.
The first two rows, closest to the lectern and priest, were seated with guests from high society; their deanor and attire exuded nobility and luxury, and their expressions during the prayer were more devout than those of the workers behind them.
“Next, it’s ti to showcase so acting.”
Lin Xian muttered softly:
“Thanks to VV for the Hollywood acting training back then; it truly was a lifelong skill.”
As said, so done.
He squeezed past CC in the front and walked straight toward the priest basked in sunlight at the front.
CC was startled:
“You… What are you going to do?”
Lin Xian quickly turned around and motioned for CC to be quiet with a quick shushing gesture, indicating she should just watch him perform.
Finally, he stood at a spot one step away from the priest.
Took a deep breath.
His expression instantly turned pained and heart-wrenching, as he looked down with a grief-stricken, teary look, solemnly speaking in devout English:
“Father, I have sinned.”
Instantly.
The surroundings beca dead silent; all eyes turned towards him, especially the rich and devout congregants at the front rows, who scrutinized Lin Xian’s attire, emitting varying degrees of amazent.
The Priest looked at Lin Xian, adjusted his glasses, and with a benevolent look, said:
“Child, what happened.”
“I… I…”
Lin Xian’s expression was pained, holding his forehead, hesitating:
“I have sinned; I, to fend off the cold, to fill my stomach, cruelly killed several otters… They were living beings, and I shouldn’t have treated them like that, nor should I have used them to satiate my hunger, nor worn their fur on my body…”
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