405: Chapter 203: Archbishop’s Telephone Guidance 405: Chapter 203: Archbishop’s Telephone Guidance Tiann City adjoined the coast, and the sumr brought nurous rains that usually started without warning.
But the sudden downpour at such a critical mont made it hard for anyone to believe this was rely a coincidence.
People from the North had an apt description for a downpour: “It’s like smoke rising from the ground.”
In an instant, the entire world was shrouded by a curtain of rain, temporarily blocking the view of both parties.
Wang Yunxiao was especially grateful at this mont that he had lit gasoline, for if it had been sothing else, it wouldn’t have withstood such heavy rainfall.
The fla stubbornly burned in the mud inundated by the rainstorm.
He did not recognize Mumu.
Partly because the night was dark and moonless, making it impossible to clearly see the true face of those approaching.
And partly because…
Mumu’s current appearance was beyond his imagination; it was more plausible to suspect she was Nezha than Mumu.
Would a billionaire playboy really get dressed up in bizarre attire and head out to beat up criminals in the middle of the night just for fun?
Even when faced with these demons and evil spirits rushing in, Wang Yunxiao did not act rashly.
This wasn’t the Outer Dinsion, but the Real World, and we are governnt officials with an absolute advantage—what do I have to fear from you?
At this mont, Wang Yunxiao’s mind was not focused on how to deal with these demons and evil spirits, but rather on discerning the true intent behind their mindless actions.
What do they want?
To snatch that girl?
Even if you managed to take her away, could you actually escape?
This is Tiann, not so Thousand-Year Dynasty World.
The army stationed here doesn’t just have guns; they also have telephones and can call reinforcents anyti.
Once the Ink Green Qilin Army is alerted and the city is sealed off for a manhunt, where can you flee?
The Outer Dinsion?
You think you are playing GTA?
Hanging stars and then finding so obscure corner to hide out in and then it’s all fine?
And wouldn’t you know, they might actually think this way, especially since even Wang Yunxiao had never witnessed the governnt launching an attack on the Outer Dinsion.
Haven’t seen = Doesn’t exist?
In many people’s eyes, this equation had no flaws.
Wang Yunxiao actually did want to see this play out; he even harbored the thought of giving up resistance, letting them take the girl and then seeing if the Special Service Bureau would continue to play dumb.
But at the end of the day, this was just wishful thinking on his part.
The opponents might not be aiming to abduct soone, but could be seeking to kill to silence her, or perhaps activate so function within her— it’s all uncertain.
Gunshots echoed incessantly around them; the demons and evil spirits that had charged in were trapped in a blockade.
With flas in front and gunpoint at their back, they were stuck and let out desperate screams.
To prevent stray bullets from causing injuries, Wang Yunxiao led his team and Yan Yu’an’s team to retreat into the ruins of buildings, where they continued to ignite more torches in the remaining rooms.
While lighting the fires, Wang Yunxiao purposefully brought the torch close to the young girl’s body, yet aside from showing a slight resistance typical of normal people, she displayed no unusual reaction.
Keep in mind her mother entity, that giant subli woman, was scorched by the sunlight like skewered mutton, whereas she behaved like a normal person, unafraid of the firelight, her clear eyes reflecting curiosity and bewildernt.
Like an innocent lamb.
…
Sister Veronica glanced out at the torrential rain through the window, covered her mouth, and coughed forcefully twice before continuing to focus on the religious text before her.
Roman Orthodoxy officially recognizes only the Bible, and not a word of it can be altered, or else it is considered heresy.
But if it were only the Bible, then there would be no need for a library to store related texts, nor would there be a need for theology.
The Bible is essentially like a constitution—a frawork.
Beneath this frawork, categories must be made to divide and interpret various legal statutes more precisely.
Although theoretically it could not violate the constitution, when it ca to specific laws, there was still a great deal of flexibility to interpret them based on actual needs.
For instance, whether Jesus was born in Bethlehem or Zhumadian, whether Mary being pregnant before marriage could be considered John’s wife, whether his property could be divided…these issues required specific analysis for each specific question.
That’s why there was a vast sea of religious scriptures.
As a branch of the Christian God System, Qianjin Church’s current ideological concepts might seem heretical to fundantalists, but its predecessor, the Holy Clothes Society, was a direct lineage of Roman Orthodoxy, traceable back to the ti of the Crusades.
One could say it had legitimate origins and profound foundations.
Many past secrets hidden in history could be found in the docunts and scriptures stored by the Church.
But this was a massive project.
Without computer input, rely relying on manual labor to search for a likely clue, it was clear this was not a task that could be accomplished in a day or two.
Veronica felt her brain swelling as if it were a water-soaked pancake, expanding rapidly.
“Sister Veronica, you have a phone call.”
The voice of Nun Mommy ca from outside the door.
“Whose call is it?
It’s so late…”
“The Archbishop is calling you.”
Veronica swiftly stood up and rushed to the telephone, covering the distance in three steps, rging two into one.
“Archbishop Theresa!”
“Your voice sounds a bit hoarse, are you sick?”
A gentle and soothing voice ca through the phone.
“Cough… no, it’s a minor issue.”
“I heard sothing happened in Tiann, do I need to co back?
There’s a train at seven tomorrow morning…”
“No need, it’s a minor issue, I can handle it!”
Veronica quickly shook her head.
“Since there’s nothing much happening now, it’s okay to discuss it, right?”
Veronica looked up at the wall clock: “It’s ti for you to go to bed.”
“You should know, at this ti I usually just lie in bed reading novels.”
“Alright…”
Veronica sighed and briefly summarized the information she knew.
“It sounds like a scapegoat?”
The Archbishop on the other end of the phone quickly speculated with a slight thought.
“Scapegoat” was a very symbolic figure in the Christian God System, and could even represent the core concept of the entire doctrine of Christianity.
That is, man is born with sin, but not to worry, Jesus will bear the consequences of everyone’s sins.
Then everyone owes Brother Su a favor, and should be grateful.
“I also think it’s related to so kind of sacrificial ritual involving a scapegoat, but I’ve reviewed a lot of docunts and haven’t found any similar records.”
Veronica was very frustrated; it was like searching for a needle in a haystack now.
“Could it be a reverse position of the scapegoat?”
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