Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 321 Heavy Rain and Sleepless Night

"She always just left me her phone number and never let me take her home..."

Liu Yonglu twisted his body and came out of the study. His head was confused, he was humming a tune and touching his cheek with his right hand.

Even though I forced Mi Li'er to push it out just now, the smell of the pleasant grapefruit shampoo on Mi Li'er's hair still lingered in my nose.

"hey-hey."

When he reached the door, Liu Yonglu smiled foolishly for a while, and then was amazed for five minutes before he restrained his expression, cleared his throat, turned the handle and entered the room.

There was a small table lamp on next to the big bed, and Xiaohu was lying straight on the bed, face up, as usual.

Liu Yonglu tiptoed to the window. It was raining heavily in New New Lent at this time, and the big raindrops hit the glass with a crackling sound.

He gently drew the curtains, poured himself a glass of water, placed it on the bedside table and lay down.

Xiaohu doesn't sleep at all. The reason why he stays here every day is just to listen to him talk nonsense. But he doesn't know what happened today. He lay down and waited for more than an hour, but the show didn't start.

Liu Yonglu couldn't sleep. His mind was full of Millie Tang and the kiss she had just given him on the face.

Both of them stared with their eyes wide open, looking straight at the ceiling.

……

On this annoying rainy night, not only Liu Yonglu did not sleep, but everyone on the blue freighter far away in the sea behind the Mosesad port also did not sleep.

The captain, chief engineer and helmsman of the ship were all gathered in the cabin with an unfolded nautical chart in front of them.

Most of the people in Wordsworth's sect are not normal people. They are all puppets controlled by their father God through dream guidance. But if there are normal people, or people who think they are normal people, they are all special talents who joined the church very early and have professional abilities.

Just like these people in the pilot room.

"Captain, Mr. Wordsworth said that he might set sail tonight and not return to the port. Is this... really okay?"

"It was indeed a bit hasty... But when we docked at Canary Wharf, the captain told me to prepare more supplies and be ready for the ocean voyage, but at that time I didn't know that we were going to sail directly into the Lost Sea."

The captain, a man in his fifties, had a haggard face and a dry beard. He was tapping the map with his fingers, at a loss.

"That... that's the Lost Sea. I've heard drunkards brag about the dangers there before in the bar. At the time, I laughed at them and said that anyone who set foot there for no reason would definitely be the biggest fool in the Western Continent."

The fat chief engineer swallowed his saliva and tilted his head to look at the dark scene. The ship was swaying from side to side in the heavy rain. Fortunately, this place was not far from the continental shelf, so the ship could only drop anchor to fix its position. He couldn't imagine how he would deal with such bad weather if he sailed into the Lost Sea.

"Mr. Wordsworth told me that we have to race against time. He will test a certain invention tonight. If the test goes well, it will be the beacon of truth given to us by Father God."

"I hope the test doesn't go well..."

The chief engineer muttered something under his breath.

"Hmm!?" Facing the captain's sharp eyes, he quickly changed his words:

"With the blessing of Father God, everything will go smoothly."

At the bottom of the cabin, countless candles were lit, Wordsworth put on a new ceremonial robe, and countless puppet believers surrounded him, their eyes empty as they waited for something.

Alva carefully moved the invention to the center, and Wordsworth asked him to connect the power and make the invention work. But... it didn't work at all! Alva had been studying this thing for more than a day or two. Recently, he had been focusing on this weird invention, but he just couldn't figure out the trick!
What powers this thing? How does it work? You can't tell from the outside, and hey, you can't tell from "Nicholas the Asshole"!
He was actually very uneasy in his heart, but like the emperor's new clothes, he dared not show it.

If you keep your head down and do whatever you are told, then it is not your responsibility if the invention does not work. But if you make some constructive suggestions and then problems arise, then you will be the one to blame.

So Alva pretended to take a piece of cloth and wiped Calabash Brothers' face again, then stood aside with his hands hanging down.

Wordsworth's initial mood was pious and full of hope. Tonight would be a night worthy of being recorded in the history of the order. They would officially set sail to explore the unknown Lost Sea which contained infinite knowledge and power.

He opened his arms as if he was standing on an uncovered deck, letting the rain wash over his body.

But five minutes passed... ten minutes passed... thirty minutes passed...

The Calabash Brothers in front of him still held the umbrella with dignity and showed no reaction. The puppet believers around him were naturally indifferent. However, Alva secretly said in his heart:
"Without any energy source, no clockwork device, and not even any occult-related rituals, it would be a miracle if it could move."

Seeing Wordsworth like this, he was also worried that he would do something outrageous again after he came off the stage, so he whispered to the side:
"Mr. Wordsworth, there seems to be no response."

"Maybe the rain wasn't heavy enough."

Alva thought, isn't it big enough? If the rainstorm gets any heavier, the boat may not be able to withstand it.

He didn't dare to say anything or be happy, so he could only lower his head and pretend to be very pious as he continued to wait by the side. After an hour, Wordsworth finally couldn't help but walk to the Calabash Brothers and clumsily began to fiddle with this device that was completely unfamiliar to him.

But it was obvious that he was not as good as the chicken walker, and he failed to find the hidden mechanism button that would allow Calabash Brothers to open the umbrella.

"Alva, follow me."

Alva could only follow him out of the cabin and into a study. On the way, Alva kept recalling what had happened during this period of time in his mind. Well, it really had nothing to do with him. It was Herama who went to negotiate, and it was your own idea to agree to use the ancient relics in exchange. You can't blame me.

"Alva, tell me what you think, why the invention won't start."

"This... let me think about it."

Alva's mentality was much calmer at this time. He had let go of many of his previous obsessions and his mind was clear. He slowly said:

"In my opinion, there are three possibilities. First, this invention is composed of three parts after all. Perhaps we have underestimated the contribution of the Wisdom God Church. If we want to fully activate this invention, we cannot do without the Wisdom God Church's part.

Second, there was something wrong with the way we operated, which was why Prince Herama left his phone number at the end.

Third, that… we can’t completely rule out the possibility that… the invention itself has problems, so we asked someone to…”

Alva couldn't say the words "I've been tricked" because in the dim light of the night, he found that Wordsworth's cheeks seemed to be slowly melting... and even showing signs of falling off.

Something was moving inside him.

After a while, Wordsworth finally opened his eyes. He had been resting with his eyes closed.
"The second possibility is the easiest to verify. I'll ask the captain to find a port to dock first. You go and call and ask."

"Yes, Mr. Wordsworth."

Yesterday’s debt has been paid off, and the final chapter of the Continental Expo will officially begin.

After that comes a new chapter, fighting for the West across the sea!
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(End of this chapter)