What happened to Isaac?

With his hands bound, Xavier stood on the ladder to heaven and slowly ascended. Suddenly, he felt a soul burn on his neck.

He asked in horror: "What did you do to him? What did you do to Isaac? I—"

"……Hold!"

Isaac got up abruptly—from the box, and as soon as he looked up, he saw his dead body hanging on the beam, and the jealous hand reaching out to him.

He slapped away his jealous hand, and slowly stood up from the box.He felt like he had slept for too long, and his whole body was a little lacking in strength. As for the lost right arm, it was in a state of paralysis like a snowflake TV.Grinning, he moves his hands, clenches—relaxes, and suddenly throws a feint at Jealousy, who doesn't even bother to dodge.

"I hate being murdered!" Isaac complained. "Can't I just let myself die? Besides, why are you here?"

"Fuck, do you think I want to see you? Didn't your respected immediate boss kick me out of bed and say I either go or break up," Jealousy said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this. Xavier was Taken away by the people in heaven, you saw it too? He might be in trouble."

"What's up with him?"

"As far as I'm concerned, it's fine," said the angel standing behind Xavier, "don't worry about the succubus, and take care of yourself first."

"About this, I was about to ask," said Xavier, "where are you taking me?"

No one answered him.

They escorted Xavier to a long corridor that they had never walked before, with a cold white light overhead.It is very quiet here, no music can be heard, and no other angels pass by.

Xavier walked in front, and the two angels followed him, soundlessly.If the purpose of bringing him here was to send him a bullet through the skull when he walked around a certain corner, Xavier would not find it strange, this place is suitable for murder.

Soon, they reached the end of the corridor, and with a "beep", the virtual keyboard floated on the wall.An angel quickly entered a 42-digit code, and then a part of the wall receded and moved away smoothly, revealing another corridor.The only difference from before is that this corridor can see small doors one after another on both sides, and at the entrance, an angel stopped them.

"This is?" the angel asked.

"Landon Xavier, Archangel of Powers on Earth, here's a warrant for his arrest."

Angel took over a document, unfolded it, squinted his eyes and looked at it seriously for nearly half an hour, and Xavier wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

"Well," said the Enchant slowly, "come with me."

Then Xavier was delivered into the hands of this capable angel.Behind him, the wall slowly closed, as if it had never been opened.

"Where is this?" Xavier couldn't help asking.

"Protection room," said the Angel, stopping in front of a door.

"Protect what?"

"you."

Are you serious?Xavier thought the name was the biggest joke God ever made.The so-called "protection room" is a very small room with no windows, no lights... maybe nothing, it's too dark to see anything.

Xavier was then herded into the room.According to the Archangel, he is to be "protected" here until the trial begins.

"What crime have I committed? When will the trial begin?"

"I don't know," Neng Angel said, "It's tea time, I have to go."

"Hey! Wait!" Xavier said.

The door closed relentlessly.

**

For people on earth, darkness means unknown and danger.Xavier stood stiffly where he was, animal instincts making him tense and uneasy.After standing like this for more than ten minutes, he began to feel a little tired and relaxed.

Xavier fumbled left and right, and soon touched a wall; after walking along the wall for three or four steps, he reached the corner. It seemed that there was a fairly regular rectangular room inside.Then he sat down against the wall and thought: Let me think about it.But the truth is that Xavier didn't come up with anything.It's not a frightened blank mind, Detective Xavier has never been or a blank mind, on the contrary, now his head is like a messed up ball of yarn, one side has cars coming in from morning till night The platform, more precisely, is like a long-standing study room, every book—the clues of the past, is worth reading.But pulling them out of the shelf kicked up a cloud of dust that momentarily blurred vision.

Xavier just sat there, smelling the dust in the empty room, trying to sneeze but couldn't.After maybe two or three hours, he maintained this posture until his body became stiff and vaguely uncomfortable.He felt thirsty and hungry, wanted some hot tea with salty mashed potatoes, and half wanted to go to the loo and take a hot bath.However, in fact, the angel does not need to drink tea and eat mashed potatoes, nor does he need to go to the toilet, and he probably has no right to ask for these.

Is this punishment?Xavier wasn't so sure.The darkness here is just darkness, and it doesn't seem to be used to create fear.There is nothing here that surprises you. It is as quiet as being exiled to the end of the universe. There is no sound or light, and time flows slowly at a latitude beyond the reach of the naked eye.

Xavier lay down next to the wall and slept for an unknown amount of time, but his body was sore from the hard floor, which made him feel very wronged.How long has it been?he does not know.Sometimes in a trance, he would think that he heard footsteps from far to near, even if it was the footsteps of judgment, give me a little sound, he thought.But no, just hallucinations.

The place is deafeningly quiet.Perhaps when walking down the silent corridor, behind every door there is an angel with eyes wide open in vain in the dark, waiting for someone's footsteps.

In fact, Xavier probably knows why he is here.

In order to reflect the difference from hell, asceticism is always the norm of heaven, and the so-called love is not forgiven.You have to love God, not creatures on some planet, or even demons.

But what is love?

Xavier thought of some women, he looked for the shadow of his mother in them, sometimes pillowed on their laps, so that he really whispered to his mother; later he tried to find this feeling in Isaac, he needed it This soft, non-aggressive sense of security.

"In short, I'm just a bit of a harmless Oedipus complex, okay? Your lords, so I don't agree to equate it with love."

...But I always feel that it's so embarrassing to say that.

Moreover, whether this kind of statement can convince those heavenly judges is a big problem. The worst result is that the body and soul are thrown into the magma pool together, which is the "heavenly incinerator" that makes everyone's eyes turn pale. Not a single feather is left.

Well I would have no feathers now either.And this body might not be an adult yet.

Xavier thought, hugging himself distressedly.

I fell asleep and woke up drowsily, and I don't know how long it took, and finally reached the point where I couldn't fall asleep anyway.So Xavier started walking up and down the room.

He groped along the wall until he found a gap in the wall - roughly outlining a rectangular shape.

"Archangel Langdon Xavier."

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, and Xavier turned around but could not find the source, it came from all directions.

"Give you a piece of advice, don't open the door."

"What?" Xavier asked. "Is this the door? Isn't the door there?"

No one answered him.

"..."

This is so contrived.Xavier thought, just like God's mysterious operation in the Garden of Eden, people were not allowed to eat apples, but they had to put apple trees under the noses of Adam and Eve.That being said, he was a prudent Englishman, not foolish enough to take risks.

**

I don't know how long I stayed in the protection room. One day, the door was opened, and the outside light came in through the crack of the door.

Xavier got up from the ground: "What's wrong?"

"It's Sunday," the angel said, "do you want to stay here, or come out to get some air?"

Don't even think about the answer.Even if it's just walking in the hallway, people will go crazy.But the angel of power led him all the way to the library.

"Thanks, but I don't have a library card..." Xavier said.

"Who told you to read the book?"

"?"

From then on, on the weekly rest day—that is, Sunday, Xavier will be released from the protection room to do some healthy activities that are beneficial to the body and mind, such as sitting in the library of heaven for a whole day, and writing "The Milky Way A guide to happy walks in and outer galaxies

Because Xavier was an Earthling during his lifetime, of course he was mainly responsible for writing the Earth part.It’s very easy to do this, you just need to write whatever you think of, and the editorial department will also implicitly advise you to add as much water as possible to ensure that the manuscript is enough for daily updates and at least 3000 words per chapter.

Xavier writes daily such as:

"There is a creature called a horse on Earth, which was the main means of transportation for people on Earth a long time ago-so no matter who you are, you can theoretically ride a horse on Earth.

"Here is a suggestion that cannot be ignored: when you are riding a horse, if you can see the tail of the horse, it means that you are riding backwards. In addition, it is worth mentioning that if you find that the quadruped animal in front of you looks similar to The 'horse' on the illustrated book is not very similar but not completely similar, then it may be a 'donkey'. For its introduction, please search for keywords and jump to the corresponding page; if you think it is really very, very similar to a horse, but there are There is a little subtle difference, which is manifested in its relatively unattractive appearance. Then, it may be a creature called a 'mule', which is a hybrid of a horse and a donkey, and can also be ridden.

"Note: There are also four-legged crawling humans. They are often human cubs and cannot be ridden. If you shoot at them, there is a high probability that you will be attacked by all the humans present."

Such nonsense.

The greatest miracle in the world is nothing more than a nonsense book like "Guide to Happy Walks in the Milky Way and Other Galaxies" that has not only been serialized for 2333 years, but also bought by tens of thousands of space tourists every day—most of them are The four big mouths of the shopping guide were dizzy, so he subconsciously opened the wallet, bought it back and took a look, thinking: What kind of bird book is this?So it was removed from the bookshelf.However, on the next trip, the above situation will repeat itself...

In this way, the "Guide to Walking in the Milky Way and Galaxies Outside the Galaxy" published by Paradise Editorial Department has become a strange book that ranks first in the universe book list in terms of downloads and deletions at the same time.

After a few weeks like this, one day, the door of the protection room opened again, and Xavier was no longer excited about going out to let the wind go.Still lying on the ground, he lazily raised his eyelids and said, "This week has passed so quickly."

"No, today is not Sunday," said the Angel, "and it is time for your judgment."