Entrepreneurship in a different world

Chapter 283 The Guide and Mr. Kabila's Relief

Mrs. Kabila took a deep look at Mo Shi, and didn't answer his question immediately, but after deliberating for a while, she said, "To be honest, I don't know what you are now. If you follow the ' To explain the knowledge that Prison Mountain Civilization' taught me, you should belong to the 'Guide'."

"Guide?" Moshi repeated, "What does this mean?"

"The guide of civilization, the guide, the guide." Mrs. Kabila's eyes flashed again at this time, "According to the records of the 'Prison Mountain Civilization' passed down from generation to generation, people like you There are many people who exist in the entire chaotic universe, and are often born in a low-level civilized world, just like the great men created by the times. People like you who shoulder the important task of inheriting and transforming a world civilization can be called It's a 'guide'."

"Then where do I come from?"

The old lady Kabila pondered: "I can't explain it clearly. I have only read the story about the 'guide' in some ancient stone books of the 'Prison Mountain Civilization'. You can understand it as a 'product of the universe', you guys The 'guide' is probably the last trace of mercy left by the laws of the universe to the local life forms."

"That is to say, Your Excellency should be the popular choice?" Qiu Po's voice was trembling.If that is the case, then what they did was violating the last chance given to them by the laws of the universe.

"What does Chief Qiu think?" The old lady asked him back, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

Qiu Po ​​lowered his head in shame: "We actually beat a good hand of cards to pieces."

"This is what the 'Prisoners of the Mountain' know about you humans. Even if you get the counterattack card and destroy their 'restart plan', they can find your human weaknesses at any time, provoke, induce, split, and give up, and finally let you You killed each other and fell into their hands again. Since the end of the war, they have been adjusting the layout at any time." Mrs. Kabila recalled those things, "Many times you human beings can survive the most difficult times. Unite together and achieve unexpected surprises, but when you are about to win, you will be drilled everywhere by the opponent, and in the end, you will be drilled like a sieve."

The few people in front of her thought so deeply, and they had no way to refute what the old lady said.

To be able to share suffering but not to share happiness, speaking of it, this is also the "historical lesson" left by countless dynasties, but the only lesson that human beings can learn from history is that human beings never learn any lessons.

"The virus on my body was planted by the 'Prisoner Mountain Man', why did you choose me?" Moshi still had some things he couldn't figure out.

"I don't know. If you are really a 'wizard,' then it is not surprising that any miracle happens to you. You are the one chosen by the law to perform miracles."

"Mother. Didn't they make things difficult for you when you left them?" Russell was sullen at this moment, thinking of another question.At that time, he was busy with his career, and it was his mother who withstood a lot of pressure for him, which he didn't know until now.

"Of course it's embarrassing." Mrs. Kabila laughed, "but I'm not a vegetarian either. I've been preparing since the third 'parasitic', ready to be out of their control one day. The preparation time of more than 300 years is sufficient, I have not only prepared sufficient money, but also prepared some things that are sufficient to deter the other party, ensuring that they will not dare to disturb us in a short time after we leave."

"May I ask what deterrent you have prepared?" Wen Rong asked curiously.

Mrs. Kabila continued to laugh and said, "It's nothing. I'll just threaten them with whatever they're afraid of. Although I'm just one of the lowest-ranking scholars and elders in the Presbyterian Church, I have spent more than 300 years touching some of them." Evidence of which human families and celebrities are parasitized. Once I die abnormally, these lists and evidence will be made public first, and the knowledge and culture I have learned about the "Prison Mountain Civilization" over the years will also be circulated. .So they dare not let me die, and almost every time I am dying, they will send the best medicine and doctors.”

Russell belatedly: "No wonder... No wonder there are always doctors coming and going around you that I never knew about."

"Of course, they hope that I can complete the 'tailing ceremony' and return to their group." Mrs. Kabila said, "After all, it will take a long time to train another scholar elder, and without me Even if they cultivate another inheritance, there will be a gap in knowledge. I am the highest-level scholar elder who has learned the most comprehensive knowledge so far."

Old Madam Kabila paused for a while when she said this: "And, they hoped that my 'parasitic' object would still be you, my dear Russell."

"Is that a hundred years ago? The people who kept coming to my house after I became an official just wanted me to complete the 'title ceremony'? I remember asking them what the hell 'title ceremony' is and they said It's a formal succession ceremony." Russell's face was a little dark, and at that time he had persuaded his mother to say, 'or else, let's do a ceremony', and his mother scolded him bloody.

"But Russell wasn't young anymore, why did you choose him as the container?" Mu Qingzun said.

"Hey~ I was young at the time, okay?" Russell protested dissatisfied with Mu Qingzun's words.

"They basically chose children to parasitize before. You are an adult, so there is a risk." Mu Qingzun understood by himself.

"That's right. Children are usually selected for the 'Tail Title Ceremony'. The basic grade is between seven and 12 years old. Those over 12 years old are rarely selected. Older people have more complicated thoughts and less focused emotions. Usually, if you choose an older person as a container, you need to have a deeper emotional support during the ceremony, so as to facilitate the process of replacing the soul. The reason why I still choose Russell is because of Russell's status at that time, at that time "Prisoner Mountain Man" There is still no way to infiltrate the eyeliner to such a high-level human official. If I am parasitic on Russell, it means that one-fifth of the five chief executives of the 'United Parliament' are easily controlled by them."

"They are really... whimsical." Russell snorted.

"But they did it later. Didn't they?" Mrs. Kabila's abrupt eyeballs moved flexibly, and she was very happy to see the moment when these juniors showed their embarrassed expressions in front of her.

Qiu Po ​​and the three of them felt guilty.

"You, you have always known." You have always known but did not reveal anything. It seems that the old lady has no position on this matter.

"I know. Someone once arranged eyeliner next to Russell, and I just noticed it, so I found a chance to deal with it, and sent it back to let them know my attitude. Since then, they have not dared to send other people who will transform The guy came undercover by our side."

"Mother, if we hadn't come to ask you today, would you have revealed this?" Russell asked cautiously.

"Of course not." Mrs. Kabila didn't feel that she was doing anything wrong. "The only thing I can protect is our little family. As long as you can be safe while I'm alive, I can't control the rest."

"Maybe once you leave?" Qiu Po ​​couldn't understand his thoughts.

"Once I leave, it will depend on your own destiny." The old lady said with a relaxed smile, "Just like what is said on the Internet, why do you care about the flood after I die?"

"Then why are you suddenly willing to talk again?" A bad thought flashed in Russell's mind.

The old lady didn't answer his question, but there was a hint of 'self-evident' stirring in the atmosphere.

"You, are you about to die?" Russell's voice was a little trembling.He was ready for his mother to leave at any time before, but the mood at that time was very different from now.Now he knows more secrets and what his mother did for him, "I'll contact the doctor right away."

"You contact the doctor now, and they will send someone." The old lady teased him, "Russell, I have wanted to leave for a long, long time, please don't force me to stay anymore."

"Madam, can you tell me a little more about the 'Prisoners'? Why are they obsessed with 'artificial atavistic people'? Is it really just to gain power? What are they plotting now?" Realized this time The old lady might really want to leave, Qiu Po ​​seized the opportunity to get more understanding from her.

"I'm just a scholar, not a scientist." The old lady said with a snort.

"Then how did the 'Prisoner Mountain Civilization' come about? Can you tell me about it?" Wen Rong also took the time to ask.

"What do Mr. Wen think about this?" The old lady seemed to like chatting with Wen Rong.

"Is this civilization created by nature, or... from another world?" Wen Rong boldly guessed.

"Mr. Wen... If I still have time, I would like to be a year-end friend with you and give you all the knowledge I have learned. You are very thoughtful." The old lady praised spared no effort.

"Ashamed. I just read similar books." Wen Rong said.It's just that he doesn't read the books of this world, but the books of their world.Conjectures about an unknown highly developed civilization come from two sources, local and foreign.

"What book are you reading?" The old lady was indeed a scholar. Even though she had been a businessman for hundreds of years, she was still interested in academics and books.

"...science fiction."

"Science fiction books! Yes, human imagination is still very rich. Although the 'Prisoner Mountain Civilization' has been said in the later inheritance that they are advanced intelligent life forms born in the local area, according to me and my colleagues The results of the retrospective investigation show that their ancestors, that is, the kind of intelligent body with the "beast head and human body", should have come from another world, another time and space."

Everyone heard too much impactful news today, so that when they heard this explosive news again, their reaction was not that intense.

"Perhaps after you understand where they came from and why they came here, you should be able to understand the specific reason why they are obsessed with creating 'artificial atavistic people'." Mrs. Kabila explained, "They The division of labor is very clear, and some secrets can only be passed on to those elders who are really at the highest positions. Scholars and elders like me, no matter what, it is impossible to get in touch with their core secrets. Just like I spent more than 300 years and only figured it out Some of their "parasitic" objects, I heard that there are still some guys who are really in power, which can only be seen in the "Prisoner Mountain Church", and although I used to be a member of the Presbyterian Church, I have not been introduced to the "Prisoner Mountain Church" Mountain will'."

"What is the Prisoner Mountain Club?"

"The palace of the 'Prisoners', or, it can also be called their parliament."

"'Ning'an City'...is it their territory?" Qiu Po ​​asked again.

"Don't you know it well?" The old lady didn't answer directly.

"Please give me a definite answer." This is related to what kind of action he will take next, and how to take action.

"I would advise Director Qiu not to act rashly. More than half of the 'Ning'an City' are their people, and the other half are mostly people who do business with them and have common interests. If you want to move them, you have to think about you What is moving, what kind of bloody storm will it bring, and... are you sure you can move them?" The old lady carefully taught him in a tone of admonishing the younger generation.

"More than half? The small 'Ning'an City' has a total population of only a few million, and half of them are at least 400 million..." Qiu Po's calf was faintly twitching as he quickly estimated the data.

"This is just what is put on the surface." The old lady said, "Including the mixed races, I conservatively estimate that there are tens of millions of people. They are divided into various parts of the world, anywhere you can imagine. They all have their shadows or their eyeliner. This is the 'Prisoner Mountain Man'."

Wen Rong saw that the old lady was really answering their questions unreservedly, and what she was addressing now was 'they' instead of 'us', so she wanted to give them as many hints as possible before leaving , so he also asked more bluntly: "Are the 36 nobles in 'Ning'an City' currently members of the Presbyterian Church?"

"'Ning'an City Presbyterian Church' used to have 130 or two elders. After all, they were also implicated in the disaster of the end of the world, and many died. Some of them failed to complete the 'title ceremony', and finally only There are so many, not including our Kabila family, there are only 35." Suddenly the old lady's voice became weak, and after this paragraph, she stared blankly for a long time before slowing down. Come on.

"Mother!" Russell subconsciously took out the communicator.

Moshi glanced at the communicator, and it was broken into several pieces.

"What do you want?" Russell asked angrily.

"Please respect her wishes." Moshi said coldly, "Didn't you hear, she doesn't want to live like this anymore."

Russell was in a dilemma. Of course he also wanted to respect his mother's wishes, but how could he just watch her leave and ignore her?

"They're... coming soon. You guys, go now, get out of here." Mrs. Kabila seemed to have a premonition, and her voice became loud and powerful again when she spoke again.

"They? 'Prisoners from the mountain'? Then you can meet them." Qiu Po ​​clenched his fists and said.

Mu Qingzun glanced at him: "Don't make a mistake at this time. We have the advantage now. If we have a showdown with them now, we will be completely passive. Sober up!"

After being yelled at by him, Qiu Po ​​realized that he had really thought simply.Now they don't even know how many people the other party has planted and infiltrated beside them, just like those under his own hands, if... they turn against each other temporarily, they will lose everything.

"Mother, I'll stay with you." Russell said anxiously.

"Take him away!" The old lady knew that she didn't need to give specific instructions, and someone would definitely help her. "Keeping him here is equivalent to giving those people a chance. Take him away! Hurry up, you all go, there are only a few minutes They will come."

She had experienced it several times before, whenever she was really about to lose, those people would know and find him no matter where he was hiding, as if... they could sense some kind of biological reaction.

Moshi stood up resolutely and bowed to the old lady: "Thank you for telling us this. Farewell!"

Qiu Po ​​and Mu Qingzun glanced at each other quickly, followed by the one who grabbed Russell, and before Russell was about to make a sound, Mo Shi sealed his mouth, and the two quickly led him to move first.

Just when Mo Shi stood up, Wen Rong ran all the way to the next door, beckoning the children to leave.

Holding up the paintings they just drew in their hands, the little boys said in a childlike voice, "Draw, the paintings haven't been given to the old grandma yet."

Wen Rong hurriedly led them back to the living room. Seeing the old man half-lying in a wheelchair and being left alone in the living room, he couldn't bear it, but he also knew that this was the other party's choice .

"Grandma... are you going to the stars?" The little boys rushed to the old lady and surrounded her.

The old lady panted with a smile, "Yeah... I'm going there too."

"Then you have a good trip. This is a painting we gave to the mayor's grandfather, please pass it on to him for us." Dabao held several graffiti in his hand, and solemnly placed them on the old lady's bed on tiptoe. in the arms.

"Okay!" The old lady happily agreed, her eyes fell on Sibao in the end, she really wanted to touch this little guy again.He was really like Russell when he was a kid, and he was like that kid when he was a kid.This made the old man recall once again the picture of the moment when he first experienced the warmth between human beings.

Little Sibao seemed to have telepathy, and consciously leaned over and pressed his face against her face, and bid farewell obediently: "Grandma, goodbye~~"

"Hehehe... Goodbye!" You're so good, better than Russell, more like that child in this respect.

Wen Rong couldn't care less about what was in front of him, and stepped forward to hug the children: "Hey, let's go!" He took one last look in the old lady's eyes, and met her double eyelids. At this moment, he felt What I saw was the true self of this 'prisoner mountain scholar': "You, please take care!"

"You should wish me a successful escape. I hope that we will never meet again in this world, child!" The old lady's last "child" almost made Wen Rong unable to hold back.

"Well, don't meet again in this world." If we meet again, it means that her life has been controlled by those people again.

Mo Shi rushed over and picked up all five children, pulled Wen Rong and walked out without looking back.

"Don't doubt what you did, Lord Moshi! You sacrificed yourself several times to save the surviving humans. Without you, the outside world would have restarted at least twice. I thank you for them!"

Moshi didn't look back: "I never ask for thanks."

"Don't let them get that box and the contents of that box." Finally, when Wen Rong and the others ran out of the gate, the old lady reminded loudly.

"Understood." This was Moshi's last response to her.

Several vehicles levitate into the air at the same time.Russell was supported by the left and right sides, struggling vigorously, but he could only watch helplessly as he got farther and farther away from the 'Yujin Sanatorium'.

In the elegant and chic living room, Mrs. Kabila manipulated the automatic wheelchair to the side of the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The only eyes that could move all over her body looked at the hovering car that was gradually shrinking and disappearing in the night sky, and let out a long sigh.

Footsteps sounded behind her, she manipulated the wheelchair and looked back, unexpectedly seeing that the butler hadn't left.

"Madam, let me accompany you." The butler, who was almost as proud as Tang Na, gave a standard butler salute with a smile on his face.

"You are just an ordinary human being, why did you stay?" the old lady asked in a daze.

"Because you are the best boss in my life, and also, the best friend." The old butler said calmly, "From the moment you rescued me, I swore in my heart that I would always be with you, To serve you. It has nothing to do with who you are."

"Thank you, thank you for your company!" The old lady smiled sincerely, "Human beings are really a kind of amazing species. It seems that I learned all my emotions from you, so interesting!"

"No, emotions are all interoperable, and not unique to human beings. You are born to know how to give emotions, so you can get feedback. Just like you and that young master in the past."

"Is it...?" Mrs. Kabila seemed to have figured out something, "It's good, so it's like this."

"They're coming. Please, help me pour that fuel on. We need to hurry, or they'll come with new 'containers'." She really didn't want to parasitize on someone else's body anymore inside.

The butler quickly spread the fuel that had been prepared a long time ago. Seeing that the hover car was approaching, he quickly lit the lighter without hesitation.

The flames instantly enveloped their master and servant, so densely packed that there was absolutely no possibility of them entering or leaving.

In the raging flames that were beating violently, Mrs. Kabila yelled at the suspension vehicle that stopped facing the fire outside: "I, my name is Rick Kabila!" This was his original name , is also the real name that he should have died with.

"An Ruo, father... I can really see you this time."