Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 335 Countdown (Part )
There is still one hour until the Continental Expo opens.

On the third floor of a mansion in the northern district of New Newlon, high-ranking priests of the Church of Wisdom were busy debugging the steam equipment in their hands.

Even though they had debugged it more than fifty times in the past month, the four people in the room were still fully focused. They were quick and efficient, no one said a word, and no one complained.

Because this was the Pope's order, Father Sita, who had lost his sight, tilted his head and listened attentively to the "tick-tick" sound of the hammer. He nodded with satisfaction, and took a handkerchief from the workbench next to him to wipe his hands covered in oil and mud.

"Lame Donni, there is no problem on my side."

"Sita, actually everyone has already finished and is waiting for you."

The old priest Donny, who was leaning on a cane, walked to the end of the machine in front of him with a smile. Unlike Nikola's invention, the power and sensing devices that the Church of Wisdom was responsible for were very large and bloated.

There was a large living room, with a cylindrical installation in the center that took up two-thirds of the room, and the priests sometimes had to walk sideways in the room.

As the rod was pulled by Danny, a regular "booming" sound was emitted from the device, the floor trembled slightly, and white steam was pushed out from the exhaust hole at the top.

"Everything is fine on number 3."

In order to prevent any problems at the expo, the Church of Wisdom actually made two extra replicas.

"Do you want His Holiness to check it one last time?"

Sita turned her head and "looked" at the closed door with her rotating gear eyes. Since the Pope came to New Newrent, he seldom went out. Outside the door, Sita could vaguely hear the sound of the assembly machinery operating inside.

No one knows what the Pope is doing. He seems to be completely confident in the priests' inspection work, and does not seem to have much interest in the situation in New Nurent.

Just like in Saint-Dowding, he was fascinated by the extraordinary talents bestowed upon him by the Supreme God, who was fascinated by mechanical wisdom and the miracle of steam.

"No need. The Pope has his own things to do. Our preparations are foolproof. I hope that Nicholas... hehe, nothing will go wrong."

Cripple Donny hit the floor twice with his cane and said contemptuously.

"Squeak."

Just as they were talking, the door of the Pope's room was pushed open from the inside, and the person who came out was not the Pope, but Bastoli who had been missing for more than a month!
He was still wearing the khaki robe, his face was pale, and he looked around as if nothing had happened.

"Bastoli...you...when did you come?" asked Lame Donny in disbelief.

"He arrived in New Nulund last night, when you were all asleep."

The Pope followed Bastoli, still the same as before, took off his glasses and wiped them with the corner of his robe, looking a little tired.

"How's New Nulund lately? It feels a bit like the Continental Expo."

Bastoli walked to the tea table by the window, picked up a long piece of dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth, looking at the endless stream of people outside the window.

"Why did you disappear for so long? What happened with Nicholas..."

The high-ranking priests in the room all had a lot to ask, but considering that Bastoli had disappeared for a long time and that the mission must have gone wrong, they swallowed the second half of their questions.

"I went to the Father to listen to wisdom, and the baptism of fire was amazing."

Bastoli's words made everyone silent. This guy was very strange. He would often disappear for a while inexplicably and then come back inexplicably. Every time he came back, he was a little more "lively" than usual.

But after spending too much time together, he would become rigid and difficult to reason with, and the cycle would repeat itself.

"Is New Nulund very busy recently?"

"I don't know, we've been busy..."

Lame Donny was about to explain when the Pope behind Bastoli spoke first:

"There are indeed a lot more people. After all, the inventions at the expo tomorrow are related to the Lost Sea, as well as the fascinating mysterious land on the other side of the sea. The attraction is too great."

"I think so too. That's great. I hope I can meet those new friends tomorrow."

……

There is still one hour until the Continental Expo opens.

The editorial office of the New Nuremberg Post had not yet closed for business. The Continental Exposition was approaching, and everyone was running around in the office like clockwork puppets with their strings fully wound.

"Mr. Newman, this is your letter..."

A young man with freckles on his face and wearing an old, ill-fitting suit timidly placed a bundle of letters on the editor's desk.

The man called Mr. Newman held a pencil in his mouth and carefully pasted the cut pieces of paper onto the newspaper sample on the table.

"What are you still doing standing there?"

Sensing the light being blocked, Newman looked up at the intern impatiently.

"There is another letter. I just went downstairs to make coffee..."

"Tell the important point!"

"There is a letter. There is no sender's name on it. It was not delivered by the postman. There is only your name on it."

"Um……"

Newman finished the work at hand calmly, then called his subordinate over and gave him two minutes of instructions on what to pay attention to when printing later, and then waved to the intern.

When the letter was delivered to him, Newman took a look at the cover. Just as the intern said, there was only his name on it.

He didn't use a letter cutter, but just tore open the seal. There was only a thin piece of paper inside with seven or eight sentences written on it.

But Newman watched it over and over again:
"Where is the sender? Tell me now!"

"I don't know either...they pushed their way in through the main door. Oh, they probably didn't go far at the time. I even saw the brass baffle of the mail slot shaking."

Without saying a word, Newman stood up, pushed aside the intern in front of him and rushed out of the newspaper office. On the streets of New New Lent at night, there were only twos and threes of pedestrians, and no one was looking in the direction of the newspaper office.

Newman was breathing heavily, his body trembling slightly due to nervousness. He took a deep breath, calmed down, turned back to the room and immediately called the Sheriff's Department.

In an alley five or six blocks away from the newspaper office, Brundtrang was walking forward with his head down.

The letter has been sent. This is the first step of his revenge. A few days ago, the master personally interrogated the clan puppet he had captured.

The other party not only provided a piece of information that would make the master happy, but also told the master his last trump card in exchange for a way to survive.

That guy set up a forbidden spell in the venue.

To be precise, it was an ancient relic that originally belonged to the Special Event Containment Department. He had tampered with it before it was loaned out, and the spell to awaken this ancient relic was now in his hands.

The master is not interested in the intrigues and schemes among humans. As long as he wants, he can instantly annihilate anyone in New Newlund.

But he doesn't care.

The mantra was so light that the master threw it to him like a piece of trash.

Brundtrang was a little skeptical at first, but then he was ecstatic. This was a great opportunity for revenge...

"boom!"

Walking in a dark alley, Brundtrang suddenly bumped into someone running towards him.

He was already a big man, and his body was no longer human. After the collision, he just stood there.

But the other person fell on his back. He was a little boy of eight or nine years old, wearing dirty rubber shoes, brown pants with rolled up legs, and a newsboy cap.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I..."

The little boy couldn't stop apologizing as he stood up and hung the large cloth bag on his shoulder again.

A newsboy.

The delicate tentacles that were already stirring under Brundtrang's sleeves retracted again.

The newsboy muttered an incoherent apology and cautiously ran away from Brundtland, while Brundtland turned his head and stared at the newsboy running away in a daze.

About the same age as my son.

After the fall of Mr. Lewis's order in Excelsior, he had not seen the child again. I heard that the child had returned to the countryside with his mother.

But it was Marcus who controlled the body at that time, and his consciousness could only curl up in the corner.

When I regained my body... I became the way I am now. How is the child? Is his illness getting better? Does his wife have extra money to take care of him?

The treasured emotion that he didn't want to touch surged in Brundtrang's heart, and tears flowed unconsciously.

Brundtrang reached out to wipe it, but found... there were no tears at all... there were tentacles sticking out from the edge of the eye sockets, and smelly mucus.

When did things become like this...

"Hahaha……"

In the dark alley, Brent Lang laughed miserably. It was almost over. His revenge had already been sent out.

The content of the letter was very simple. He told the newspaper that he was an extremely dangerous pagan and had placed extremely dangerous items in the venue of the Continental Exposition tomorrow.

He has control over where to place the item and how to detonate it.

If the expo wants to go on smoothly, the Mosesad royal family must hand over Ricky Baldwin!
Ricky Baldwin, or should I call you Dou.JR. Nivar, the time has come for you to experience the feeling of being deserted by your friends and relatives. You must have been feeling very relaxed and complacent recently.

In those ten hours, it will be the end of your world.

……

There is still one hour until the Continental Expo opens.

Liu Yonglu rubbed his eyes, sat up from the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up with sleepy eyes.

He has not had an easy time recently because the frequency and severity of Ling'er's sudden attacks have been increasing in the past two days.

This little girl didn't learn these evil tricks from somewhere.

A toad lies on the bottom of your feet. It doesn't bite you, but it annoys you.

For example, Liu Yonglu was washing dishes on the first floor. After washing the dishes and wiping his hands, he turned his head and saw Ling'er sitting at the table drinking black tea.

Or when Liu Yonglu got up early to change his clothes, he would open the closet door and see, wow! He was standing inside the closet.

Anyway, it’s in every corner of the house, on the tree branches in the backyard, behind the water tank, under the stove, everywhere.

Fortunately, Xiaohu and Mili'er were at home. When they heard the noise from Liu Yonglu's side, they came over immediately. Ling'er didn't waste any words. Her body turned transparent and she disappeared again.

Now Liu Yonglu has a psychological shadow, and he is afraid that Ling'er will suddenly pop up no matter what he does.

After entering the bathroom, Liu Yonglu first pulled open the shower curtain, then lay under the cabinet and searched around. After confirming that Ling'er was not there, he picked up the toothbrush and started brushing his teeth.

But look through the mirror!
The little girl just stood behind the door without saying a word!
Liu Yonglu sprayed a mouthful of toothpaste foam directly onto the glass.

Hey, I have seen everyone’s suggestions.

Thank you all for your understanding and support. Let’s continue the series today.

In the blink of an eye, 2024 is over. It goes by so fast. When I was a child, I felt that time passed very slowly, but now it feels so fast.

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