I upgrade points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 95 94. They really exist

While waiting for the students to prepare the carriage, Jenkins got out of bed, got under the bed regardless of his identity, and took out a locked wooden box.

When he opened it, there was a black and white metal chessboard inside.

This was the mysterious ancient relic [chess game], which Jenkins firmly regarded as the pride of his life and believed that it was related to the future and destiny of mankind.

The chessboard was made of a special metal that he had searched all the books but could not find. It looked very heavy, but it was extremely light in the hand, as if it had no weight, but when you touch and knock it with your hands, it feels solid and heavy.

The black and white on it are still clear, and thousands of years have not worn away a bit, but it is no longer neat, but presents a strange sense of distortion, as if it was put into water, and the black and white are twisted into strange shapes with the ripples of the water.

It is obviously wrong...

But Jenkins dare not destroy it.

Once you have participated in the "Future of Humanity Seminar" through the [Chess Game], you will have a mysterious binding relationship with it, which may involve a sensitive and dangerous subconscious level, so Jenkins dare not act rashly.

He may not care about his own life, but he must consider the other members of the society.

In addition, he really can't bear to destroy it.

Even if he encountered today's changes, his determination and views were not shaken. He still firmly believed that this ancient relic would be related to the future of mankind.

That was the [destiny] he glimpsed after paying a heavy price.

"Teacher, the carriage is ready."

The voice of the proud disciple came from outside the door again.

"It will be ready soon."

Jenkins said, holding the [Chess Game] and walked to the wall, took down a landscape painting hanging on the wall, and revealed a safe behind it.

He locked the [Chess Board] in, held the key tightly in his palm, and then hung the painting back in place, then changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

The student outside the door was holding a kerosene lamp. When he saw Jenkins' bloodshot eyes and pale face, he was immediately shocked.

"Teacher... are you... are you okay?"

"Nothing for the time being..."

Jenkins shook his head.

The carriage sped along the empty and dilapidated streets. There were no street lights on the roadside. Only the oil lamp hanging on the roof could provide some light.

The unchanging Eternal City has no electricity to this day, and almost no products of modern technology can be seen.

This is a city that has imprisoned itself in that era forever.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a rather imposing mansion. Jenkins got off the car with difficulty with the help of the students.

The two guards saw that it was him and opened the door for him without any questions.

Jenkins walked to the living room here with ease, found the wine cabinet skillfully, took out a bottle of aged wine, and poured a few gulps into his mouth without hesitation.

He didn't seem to be visiting someone else's home, but more like returning to his own home.

After a while, the living room became brighter under the illumination of dozens of candles and several oil lamps. An old woman in pajamas came down from the second floor, sat in front of Jenkins, and stared at him quietly.

"Please help me do a mental evaluation."

Jenkins whispered, and looked away again, not daring to look at the old woman at all.

The other party said nothing, and took out a white statue from behind and put it between the two.

This is the statue of the Redeemer Saint of the Eternal City, carved from a unique white jade, snow-white throughout, exuding a faint holy breath.

The image is a man with a blurred face, covering his head with both hands, as if he was thinking about something, or as if he was suppressing something.

The feel of the saint's statue should be hard and cold, but his surface showed signs of melting, like a wax figure burned by high temperature, covered with traces of wax oil flowing.

It's not because of poor storage, but the saint's statue itself was carved into this melted look.

Jenkins held the statue of the saint without saying a word, and the old woman also held his hands without saying a word.

After a moment, she asked:

"What happened to you?"

"I'm not sure, and I don't dare to imagine, but I hope He is the legendary [Supreme One], the existence I have been looking for..."

"It seems that you are really crazy, and you still believe in this nonsense today."

"This is not nonsense, but..."

Jenkins wanted to argue with reason, but he shrank back when he reached his lips. He took out the key of the room safe from his pocket, put it on the table between the two of them, and pushed it in front of the old woman.

"I may die at any time. At that time, the future and hope of mankind will be entrusted to you..."

The old woman didn't even look at the key, and coldly threw it away into the corner.

Then she ignored Jenkins and went upstairs alone.

"Alas..."

Jenkins sighed, walked over silently, bent down, picked up the key again, and left dejectedly.

He didn't have the dignity and pride of a fifth-level strongman, but more like an ordinary person who was experiencing a mid-life crisis.

After leaving the living room, the students who were pacing anxiously outside immediately came to greet him. Jenkins' condition was much better than before.

"Teacher? Are you okay? It seems that your wife... Oh no, I mean the bishop..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking."

Jenkins waved his hand helplessly and walked towards the carriage.

At this moment, his mood was very complicated, with some worry, some relief, some excitement, and some frustration of not being understood.

After experiencing such a dangerous situation just now, he only needed simple treatment to recover, which made Jenkins believe that the mysterious existence did not have any malicious intentions, rather than the bishop's superb skills.

But humans also have no ill intentions towards ants, but just accidentally stepping on them, or pinching them up for observation, will bring irresistible disasters to ants.

Jenkins felt that he was the ant on the chessboard...

Fortunately, the means of this "human" were relatively gentle, and he did not pinch himself to death on the spot.

It may also be that the protective effect of the [chess game] took effect. It is a kind of protection that can protect the mind and reason at the level of consciousness. The future seminar relies on this to dare to discuss some topics that dare not be mentioned outside.

Although the mysterious "audience" controlled the [chess game], he did not turn off this layer of protection. Obviously, he did not want to really kill people, which was also a kind of goodwill.

It was precisely because of this that Jenkins was further convinced that the existence was the [Supreme One] he was looking for.

Although the [Supreme One] only existed in human speculation and imagination, and was considered by many people to be absurd and stupid "street literature", Jenkins believed in it.

He must also firmly believe in this to prove that his purpose and philosophy are correct.

[Chess Game] is his pride and his biggest trump card. Even the Redeemer Saint cannot shake it, but it is easily controlled by the mysterious "audience", which means that He has surpassed the shackles of the Saint and reached the highest.

So after Jenkins returned to his residence, he did not care about sleeping, but buried his head at his desk and began to write letters to other members of the society.

If they cannot communicate through [Chess Game], they can only use this timeless method. With the distance between several cities, they don’t know when they can receive the letter.

I don’t know if they will come out alive...

But Jenkins still enthusiastically explained his discovery in his heart and tried to boost morale.

"Since the Supreme Being really exists, then the purpose we have always believed in is not wrong. The hope and future of mankind have come to us!

It's just... if we want to communicate with the Supreme Being safely, we still need to find a safe way...

If you are still alive and can still read this letter, then be sure to tell me what you think."

After writing the letter, Jenkins went to his basement again, locked the door, lit the oil lamp, and then dragged out a large box of materials.

He was going to do a dangerous but necessary divination.

It was definitely not to divine the "audience", that would be a death wish.

But to divine himself, to see what he would encounter in the next few days, so as to make indirect inquiries.

This is also a common routine of divination.

Jenkins spent several hours arranging an extremely complex ritual in the basement to ensure the effect of divination and protect his own safety.

Hundreds of mirrors had been placed on the floor, each with a candle lit on the front, and all facing Jenkins, reflecting the candlelight and his figure.

Jenkins took out a palm-sized crystal ball from his arms, which was injected with a light blue substance, with a texture like silk, and looked a bit like a large marble.

"Will I be able to sleep in the next few days?"

Jenkins stroked the crystal ball while repeating this seemingly irrelevant simple question.

The more dangerous the divination, the more you have to proceed step by step like this, starting with simple questions and gradually asking indirect questions, rather than eagerly looking for answers.

When Jenkins repeated it for the tenth time, the crystal ball responded and began to rotate in his hand.

Then, he heard a crisp sound of broken glass in his ears.

Then one after another, it sounded continuously.

The mirrors on the ground began to break one by one, and the candles lit in front of the mirrors were extinguished one by one.

As the candles went out, darkness began to spread, attacking Jenkins layer by layer.

When the last candle went out, the crystal ball also shattered in Jenkins' hands and scattered all over the floor.

Jenkins stood in the dark basement, not daring to move.

His mind seemed to have fallen into a dark abyss, with only despair left...

An hour later, he heard the voice of his student:

"Teacher? Are you still in the basement?"

Jenkins came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream.

In his eyes were intact mirrors, in front of him was a burnt candle, and in his hand was an intact crystal ball.

Jenkins shuddered and fainted.

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