Chapter 1083

Tourists are not allowed to visit the monument island. All people who come to visit the holy face of the lamb should stop at the sightseeing square in front of the memorial island. The Colombian police department has delimited a restricted area here, iron walls and iron doors, as well as patrol guards.

That won't work, whispered Mr. Booker. We must find a way to sneak in.

The Colombian police are very loyal to the prophet, about three or four floors high, so Booker found the guard captain, asked him to meet alone during his lunch break, took out a sum of money enough to buy three or four floors, and successfully bribed the man.

"Man, it's hard for us to do this. The great prophet expressly forbids... Well, but I think you are a moral gentleman... Oh! Your generosity and kindness are remarkable... All right, all right! Please follow me and change your guard equipment. Just go in quietly. "

It seems that private devotion to the prophet is not as good as respect for the dollar. Mr. Booker understands the idea of the guard captain: you want a proper meal. If it is a group of guards, in public, Booker believes that the vast majority of them will unreservedly give their loyalty to the prophet. They will be willing to die for the prophet's word and give all their property to Colombia.

But in private, Booker boasted that he was a despicable and dark thief, a devil who lured the fallen, and a pseudo shepherd who wanted to take the lamb away, and the guard of the lamb had escaped from the gaze of the prophet and the gaze of the huge community, so Mr. Booker could take advantage of the emptiness. The person he chose was also very suitable. The price of bribing a garrison captain was not the same as that of bribing a small patrol guard.

Why should a small guard who is conscientious, always vigilant, loyal to the prophet, not afraid of sacrifice and always on the front line get only a fraction of the money, while a captain who is full of food and idle behind a luxury office chair can get a big head?

Is it because he is lazy? Obviously not. Mr. Booker felt sorry for the sweat of these loyal guards.

Is it because he can't understand the heart of the prophet? Of course not. The low-level guards will meticulously execute the prophet's orders and whisper praise of the prophet's grace after work.

So why?

They're not smart enough. Perhaps so, their intelligence is no problem, but they have too little knowledge. The garrison captain in front of Booker, Mr. Benjamin, is a smart man. He knows what kind of system he lives in and knows that the system itself is quite absurd. When the lower people were trembling and afraid to show their two hearts, these senior officials would already comment on the prophet's decision in the cigar room.

In the final analysis, this is the 20th century. What was 1912? The tide of the world is surging. Colombian residents are basically surface immigrants, a considerable part of them are well-educated, and many things are tacit. Comstock's set is not new. The only thing that makes him seem magical is that he can really predict.

Colombian bones are selfish, Colombian flesh and blood are self-interest, and even its skin is excessively dazzling pale, but it is covered with a sacred fig leaf. Such a shame cloth is so easy to use that it can unite the ansa people as a distorted core and use faith as an excuse to persecute and humiliate the rest of the world without scruples.

Buck DeWitt was ashamed and miserable. It's hard to imagine a pure child living in such an environment for a long time - by the way, there are even cigarettes for children in Colombia—— I don't know how paranoid it will become.

Now, dressed in a neat police uniform, with a musket and a magnetic suction hook pinned to his waist, he followed the guard captain Benjamin and crossed the iron wall in the name of routine inspection.

With such a waste of hands and feet, he finally arrived inside monument island at about 1:10 p.m.

Mr. Benjamin showed him around the island's facilities. The main body of the memorial island is the copper hollow statue of the lamb. The shape of the statue is a teenage girl with wings on her back. It is said that it is made according to the lamb's own appearance. The smile of the statue is sunny and generous, with a strong virgin temperament, which is extremely in line with her "human design" with the mission of redeeming Sodom.

The base of the lamb statue is an experimental hall, which passes through the deep and dimly lit vestibule of the trees and enters the vestibule through the high and wide main door. It's a bit chaotic here. No one is on duty. It seems that something unexpected has happened. The captain said, "you're very lucky. If you change to another day, there will be many scientists here. You won't have the opportunity to visit so relaxed."

"So what happened? The chairs turned over and no one cleaned them. "

"Ah, there was a nigger named Taber who was responsible for cleaning, but something seems to have happened to him. Sir, I must make it clear to you that you can't go deep here, and I won't take you to the top of the tower to disturb the lamb's life. "

"Of course, of course, I'm just a devout believer. But I really want to see the holy face of the lamb... "Mr. Booker took out a pure ruby with a big finger and threw it in his hand. The bright red gem hooked Mr. Benjamin's eyes and made his eyes fly up and down.

"Well, I can see that you are definitely... Well, please follow me." Benjamin quickly stuffed the ruby into his boot, then stumbled and happily led Booker to open the door to the experimental area.

What we see is not a bright palace, but a pile of experimental equipment. A large number of experimental data, experimental samples, strange mechanical devices and scientific research equipment. The hall is like the abdomen of some kind of giant electronic whale, full of exotic organs, which makes all first-time visitors feel unfortunate. Mr. Benjamin is obviously used to everything here. He is like an amateur tour guide. He will try to pull some information he knows and give it to Booker“ This blackboard records the body shape changes of lamb growth. You see, one year old, five years old, eleven years old and seventeen years old. " Booker: how old is she now“ It should be twenty. Yes, yes, twenty. The first lady gave birth to a lamb in 1892. " Booker: she has been living in the tower for so many years. Has she never gone out“ In order to prevent the lamb from being lured by the false shepherd, you know. It was the prophet's decision. Oh, please follow me. Don't fall down and don't be too surprised. " In the next room stands a huge siphon device. The surging current flows on the motor at the top of the machine. The air is full of ozone smell and disturbing noise. Benjamin doesn't know about the device. He just says that it is about a kind of conversion machine that can convert samples into forms at different times. There are only three samples in the device, and each one is marked. Sample 1 is a small doll bear, marked as "4-year-old partner"; Sample No. 2 is a note marked "11 year old poetry collection"; Sample 3 is a menstrual band stained with blood, marked as "14-year-old menarche". Booker: so her life is closely monitored, right“ No, please don't say that! We just faithfully fulfill the prophet's orders and always pay attention to the changes of the lamb, that's all. " Booker burst out laughing, and the sharp laughter startled himself. Benjamin said bluntly, "your laughter just now is like the cry of a raven."“ Maybe it's because I used the Raven power potion. " Buck was so evasive that he quietly released his hand from the grip of the Mauser gun. He smiled. "Let's go to the next place." Then he saw the blood collection laboratory and the imaging room. Lambs were closely monitored, secretly photographed and physically tested without knowledge. Therefore, this monument island is basically an inhuman experimental base and a power research institute. When Booker saw the girl in the picture, it was Elizabeth. He carefully observed her face and expression, and suddenly burst out another sharp and unconscious laughter“ Cough, let's go inside and have a look. " Benjamin shook his head. "You can't go in any more. Further inside is the observation area, where you can directly observe the lamb himself. " He said this with his eyes fixed on Booker's lips. Buck poked his head behind him. "Hey, is that the cleaner you said?" Benjamin turned and looked, "where? Where's the nigger? " Boom! There was a gunshot.