Human on a Chip Project

Nan Yiming hadn't come out of the sadness just now, he grabbed Chen Xuan's hand and didn't let go-hold it for a while, let's care about the others? !

Godfather Qin Sui looked at the two of them, frowned, and looked at the archbishop's face, so he had to shut up.

The archbishop was a little helpless.The two seem to be having a good time.After yesterday's monitoring, he somehow didn't dare to provoke them in such a matter, for fear of being forced to enter the nasty channel again.Anyway, the congregation is busy behind, no one is around, forget it.

A group of people was led by the archbishop to the other side of the church.There is the cemetery of the original church, and there are several very old tombstones.

Chen Xuan felt that the archbishop was using supernatural powers to "invisibly" them from the moment they left the residential area, and guessed what was in these tombstones.

Sure enough, the archbishop stopped in front of a stone tablet, and kept his body in front of the eyes of others, fumbling for a long time, probably with some kind of mechanism.

"Come on, Chen Xuan, Qin Sui, move the stele away." After finishing the work, the archbishop turned around and picked up the coolies.

There is nothing in the tomb, and there is a small staircase below it, leading to the ground.

Chen Xuan looked at the edge of the turf exposed after the stele was removed, and guessed that no one had visited this place for a long time. "Has no one ever pretended to be a savior before?"

"Hehe, there are. But very few. Our church is relatively low-key, and only senior believers know about the Savior. And before you, no one has been able to answer those questions yesterday."

of course not.

"Then no one has come to this place?"

"Every time the archbishop takes office, he will come here to hand over."

Chen Xuan looked at the archbishop's white hair, and guessed it was a long time ago.

The underground is well preserved, dry, and has no peculiar smell.They waited for a while, and then went down the stairs when the wind was cleared.Qin Sui is a fire element, giving them light.

There was only one tombstone on the ground, so it was hard to imagine that there was a huge space below, and the light of the fire in Qin Sui's hand was just enough for them to roughly see the outline.It looks like a large upside-down bowl, the bottom of the bowl, or the dome, seems to be made of huge stone bricks, with a simple and simple style.The stairs can only be two people side by side at most, without handrails, winding down along the side of the bowl.Walk through a hundred steps to reach the ground.

The ground is paved with large stone slabs, matched with the dome, and covered with a layer of dust - indeed, no one has been here for a long time.The ground is roughly circular, with a visual radius of 50 meters.There is a tower-like building in the middle, the top of which goes straight to the center of the dome.Seen from below, you can feel the hugeness of the surrounding space even more, even in the faint light of a little fire, there is a sense of shock.

The Archbishop smiled and gave the other three people some time to observe, then said slowly: "Welcome to the Holy Land of our religion."

The deep, melodious voice reverberates through the subterranean space, effortlessly producing a divine effect.

Nan Yiming said, just make it up, it existed here 300 years ago.At that time, the damage was serious and it was not open to visitors.If you have repaired it, say it has been repaired, and return the holy land!

"There's only one entrance to this place that we used just now?" he asked.

"Now it is. When the savior comes, we will open the door of light to welcome all people who want to be holy."

...The place is quite big, so it would cost more electricity to be brighter?

In the faint light of the fire, the archbishop probably couldn't see his expression clearly, and continued to say, "May God bless, today is the moment when the prophesied miracle will be revealed, and the savior will come to the world!"

As he spoke, he led the crowd to the front of the pagoda, and touched the front wall.The tower door opened, revealing a locked cabin inside.There are iron shelves all around the hut, and candles are carefully inserted on them.

With a wave of Qin Sui's hand, the candles were lit, and the light suddenly improved.The hut in the middle is inlaid with gold wire, which is not covered by the years and is shining brightly.Against a little bit of fire, it's really interesting.

"Please." The archbishop gestured to the front door of the hut, but the words were addressed to Nan Yiming.

Nan Yiming and Chen Xuan didn't show their faces, but were surprised in their hearts.

"You want me to come?" Nan Yiming asked intentionally.

"Chen Xuan can try it if he wants to, it's just a waste of time."

"How did you know that?"

"Hehe, the savior doesn't have such abilities as him."

Yes ha. 300 years ago, there was at most one level.This archbishop is really hiding something.

Nan Yiming was speechless and walked to the door.He looked for a long time but did not see the doorway.

"What exactly is a trial?"

"Open the door and take out the contents."

"What's in there?"

The archbishop shrugged his shoulders, "There is no record in the history of my teaching."

Nan Yiming pondered for a long time.The door is split, and the carving patterns are complicated.There is a flower on each side of the door at half a person's height.Huaxin was as big as a palm—yes, it was as big and shaped as Nan Yiming's hand.

He tentatively put his hands together, and his ten fingers were just placed in the depressions of the petals above the flower center.A thin ray of light swept across his hand from bottom to top and would be visible from the edge of the palm.

Nan Yiming opened his eyes wide.Scanning of fingerprints and palm prints?In this antique? Still working 300 years later? — Oh yes, thanks for the self-healing stuff here.

Before the NTU scientists finished their research, the door clicked softly.Several people behind him breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Nan Yiming didn't move, and stood at the door for a few seconds, then turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Only Chen Xuan can come in with me."

"This is the sacred object I teach." The archbishop responded solemnly, ready to go.

Nan Yiming turned around and said with a blank expression: "The things are reserved for me, but only for me, and only I can see them, don't you understand?"

Or why have you waited for three hundred years?

The two faced each other with eyes, and Nan Yiming suddenly felt a huge pressure.With the experience of being attacked by the nervous system the day before, he immediately understood what was going on, and could even follow that pressure back to the archbishop.

The archbishop realized that something was wrong, his attack had no effect, and looked at Nan Yiming in shock.

"Professor Su certainly didn't want the 'savior' to be controlled by others, right?"

The archbishop's face turned dark, but his tone softened: "Of course I didn't mean that. Please."

The upper part of the wall of the hut is hollowed out, and the candlelight comes in, illuminating a stone platform in the middle.Nan Yiming guessed that it was used to put the coffins of extremely noble people in the past.This tower was originally a tomb.It is estimated that the entire hall is used to park coffins.

Now, there is a small box on the stone platform, the whole body is black, the size of a suitcase, without decoration, and no gaps can be seen.The box is covered with a thick layer, which is estimated to be 300 years of accumulated dust and wax.

Chen Xuan locked the door behind him, and followed Nan Yiming to take a closer look.

Nan Yiming wiped off the dust, and saw two handprints on both sides of the box, which were still about the same size as his.He put his hands on it, and it was just right.

In this position, given his height, he had to lower his face to look at the box.The top of the box suddenly lit up like a screen.After a while, a green flash flashed in the middle, and the screen went dark again.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Yiming was stabbed on the pulp of the ring finger of his left hand.He quickly took his hand away to see—there was a small drop of blood there.

"What are these?" Chen Xuan approached and asked in a low voice.The sound effect of the underground hall is so good that the sound still spreads far.

Nan Yiming didn't seem to care that someone heard him, as if he was demonstrating the experimental method to the students, he pointed to various places and said: "The side is the hand shape, fingerprint and palm print scans, the top is the face, auricle and iris scan, and blood is taken for medical examination. Nucleic acid verification - a complete set of biological locks."

From the moment Nan Yiming opened the door of the hut, Chen Xuan felt that something was wrong with him, his attitude was tough, unlike his affectionate and gentle lover.

Now Chen Xuan understands a little bit: this so-called trial of the savior, this hut and box are completely designed for Nan Yiming.That is to say, people 300 years ago prepared that one day in the future, Nan Yiming would come here alive and open the box himself.Even, for the arrival of this day, they also specially set up an organization to search for possible objects secretly and unremittingly for 300 years.

What an important thing is hidden here!Nan Yiming would never risk it falling into the hands of others.

In the era when the founder lived, Nan Yi was obviously killed.Therefore, they must know, or at least strongly believe, that Nan Yiming is not dead.They knew that Nan Yiming had crossed over.

What are they going to tell Nan Yiming?What do they want Nan Yiming to do?

Why use this particular method?What conspiracy is hidden here?

There was a click on the box, and the top cover staggered a little.The two of them looked at each other—you only know by looking at them.

Outside the hut, the archbishop suppressed his anger and anxiety, and looked inside through the hollowed-out wall.

There are two notebooks in the box.The small one is a diary.The handwriting is that of Professor Susan.

Nan Yiming seemed a little out of breath, opened his mouth slightly, his eyelashes trembling.

It's really Professor Su.What happened to force her to do these things?make it this far?

He suddenly felt frightened.The conspiracy was too deep, and now it was all in his hands, and all the cause and effect were all on his shoulders at once.

Chen Xuan held his hands from below, and a warm comfort came from him.Nan Yiming raised his eyes and saw concern and determination.

He collected himself.Now is not the time to take a closer look.

There is also a thick and heavy copy of "Human Chip Project" in the box.

Nan Yiming's fingertips slid across the cover, the names of the responsible persons: Susan, Xu Jingwei, Ma Zheng, Qin Ruohua - his own has been removed.He couldn't figure out how he was feeling.

This is the plan for the chip project, or the blueprint - the version without his own name... He opened it, and the content in front was very familiar.

The archbishop looked at Nan Yiming outside, flipping through it quickly and slowly, and became impatient.Seeing that Nan Yiming turned to the last point and suddenly began to read seriously, he also became nervous.

Nan Yiming was indeed reading it carefully, for more than ten minutes, and then unexpectedly tore off those few pages.

Originally letting the two of them in, the archbishop's heart was suspended. Seeing this scene, without even thinking about it, a nervous force suddenly came out, and the air seemed to be shaken.Just as Chen Xuan turned his head, he was frozen.Nan Yiming seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but only for a moment, then quickly turned his head to look outside.

After the archbishop hit with all his strength, his face turned pale from exhaustion.Seeing that Nan Yiming was not affected at all, he was shocked and knew that his face had been torn, so he gathered his strength and prepared to come again.

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Nan Yiming's mouth, he quickly threw the torn pages in his hand into the empty box, and pressed a button on the inner wall.Immediately a liquid oozed from the bottom of the box, drowning the paper extremely quickly, destroying it.There was a strong acid smell in the air.

The situation took a turn for the worse, like a hurricane on a calm sea.But Nan Yiming remained calm and unwavering.

"It's gone!" he yelled, raising the diary in his hand and dangling it over the box. "If you still want this, promise us we'll be safe!"

"Okay! I promise I won't hurt you." The archbishop's eyes were glued to the diary, and he gritted his teeth.

"Let go of Chen Xuan!"

"Give me the notebook!"

Nan Yiming sneered, as if he didn't care, and shook the diary again, causing the archbishop's blood pressure to soar, forcing him to say "good" through his teeth.

Chen Xuan came over slowly.Nan Yiming immediately asked with his eyes.

"I'm fine." Apart from being restrained everywhere, I feel too depressed.

"Please come out now." The archbishop was considered a man, and his composure returned for a while, and he couldn't even hear the tension in his tone two minutes ago.

Nan Yiming walked to the open window, stared at the archbishop and said, "I have memorized the content of those few pages just now. In this world, you can't find it anywhere except in my mind."

"I don't know what it's written yet."

Nan Yiming smiled and said nothing, with a very confident look on his face.

"What do you want?" After a long stalemate, the archbishop said helplessly.

"I want you to protect the safety of Chen Xuan and me at all costs. From now on, the two of us must be together all the time." He paused for a moment, and then said, "I want you to help us investigate some things."

The archbishop shook his head slightly. "Based on your few words, I want to catch up with the whole church?"

"I am your savior, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Nan Yiming raised his eyebrows.This person's ambition must not stop at following the teachings, finding some kind of savior, and then being at the mercy of others.But he put a curse on himself, so he didn't use it for nothing.

The archbishop pondered.

He didn't have a chance to think about it for a long time, the dome of the underground hall suddenly cracked with a loud crack.

The author has something to say: Solemnly declare: I have no prejudice against religious beliefs.The church in this article is fictitious, and it was established for a certain purpose from the beginning, just wearing a religious cloak.Do not confuse this with true faith!

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