Chapter 118 True Lies

"Pan Qi, I ask you, if there is really a god, if you are really a messenger of God, then why can God ignore that so many evildoers are still alive, while kind people keep dying?" The expression of the fat man in blue was so dull that he couldn't see what he was thinking.

But Pan Qi knows that the most dangerous level has passed, and now it's just to give him a psychological answer.

"Because even gods make mistakes, just like the emperor of the Song Dynasty occasionally did the right thing. Moreover, God is lazy and will only appear when the situation is difficult to maintain. This is the case now. In addition, what I want to tell you is that if God does not obey justice, God himself is justice. So the good and evil you do may be meaningless to God. Pan Qi paused and continued, "I think I have said a little too much. I have answered many of your 'final questions' over and over again, and now you need to give me an answer."

The fat man in blue rubbed his fingers slightly, which was very good. He was moved. Pan Qi didn't say anything more. What he just said was almost all the contents of the stories he heard from his mother when he was a child. Fortunately, in this case, the more absurd the words are, the more true they are. But if Pan Qi is really asked to continue to make some new ones, it is likely that the dog tail will continue.

The silence only lasted for a moment.

I hope to have a chance to change my fate. God, I will follow you." After saying that, the fat man in blue landed the head that had been raised.

Since it is a worship of God, if there is a ritual, it will be more real. Then make up another absurd ceremony. At this time, Huang Hu's one-eyed suddenly appeared in Pan Qi's mind. However, it is unrealistic to let these people blind one eye. Even if they are stupid enough to agree, such a move is too big.

"You are not following me, I am just a messenger of God. You follow the god of blood. Remember, a few nights, when the red comet appeared, he cut his finger in its direction, smeared blood on his right eyelid, then opened his eyes and stared at the comet, meditated from one heart to ninety-nine. The god of blood will feel your existence, and I will also convey your piety to him. In this way, you will be protected by God. After Pan Qi finished speaking, he turned around and left the corner where the fat man in blue was.

Pan Qi walked every step with difficulty, and she felt that her physical strength and mind had experienced a huge overdraft. What she was most afraid of was that the fat man in blue suddenly felt something was wrong and asked her to ask something more. With his care, this kind of thing could happen. Every step is a kind of torture for Pan Qi. When she takes seven or eight steps, she has an impulse to run, no, it should be said to be the impulse to escape.

But pain and reason locked her eager legs. Finally, she returned to the corner of the white case, covered her figure with the crowd, and sat on the ground tiredly.

"How's it going?" Mao Dan's voice was very low. Pan Qi looked over with his spare light and found that Mao Dan put on his knees in his arms to hide his mouth and facial expressions.

Now it is likely to be monitored. The nearby man may not be a fat man in blue. The room is noisy. They can't hear the sound, but they can see the appearance.

Pan Qi did not look at the hairy egg and replied gently, "It's done, but it's just a little too much. I told the fat man in blue that I am the messenger of God and can control everyone's life and death. And I hinted to him that I have put chronic poison in the pasta that everyone eats. Even without the power of God, I can easily decide the life and death of someone in the bastion for half a day. Pan Qi is not worried that others will see her talking and not talk to her, which will only increase her sense of mystery. And this sense of mystery is exactly what Pan Qi needs most now. She understood the curiosity about the mystery, just like she had to the blood-drinking nun. Any subtle movements would repeatedly experience and think about what mystery was contained in it. All the details of Pan Qi's two meetings with the nun circulated in her heart millions of times, and this time she could casually say anything about the god of blood. I think it's not too bad to be influenced by this nun.

"Very good, this direction is good. Since power comes from God, there is no need to explain it too much to perfectly cover up some shortcomings in details. Moreover, the power of God is irresistible. As a god, you also have supreme power. It should be said that this achieves the best conversation effect expected. Mao Dan raised his head as if yawning, and then gently scratched his head with his hand. But this statement also has shortcomings. God will not make mistakes. As long as there is a little mistake in the next plan, or there is a little failure to achieve the expected effect, God's lies will be broken and power will be lost in an instant. Your lie is like dancing on the tip of a knife.

"hehe." Pan Qi felt that her smiling face was so stiff. She seemed to have smiled so easily for a long time. This is a kind of relaxation from the bottom of her heart: "Mao Dan, I have been dancing on the tip of the knife for a long time. For me, it is not a great thing to add a place to rest my feet." Pan Qi said the truth. She was already suppressing a Zhuang that she couldn't afford to lose. More lottery won't make her nervous.

"You can't rest. When you arrived at the fat man in blue just now, the black-faced butcher was also observing you carefully. If you only went to the fat man in blue tonight, this is the signal for the black-faced butcher to join there. Many of the gangs live in a space. You can't bypass some of them to do anything. You must gain absolute power among everyone. The hairy egg changed his movements, grabbed a dead grass from the ground and wrapped it around his right index finger: "The fat man in blue is suspicious. He was also a little cultured before the castle for the first half a day, and he could understand some legendary stories of walking around the world. I believe that your 'divine envoy' is not surprising. For him, between absurdity and reality, he will choose absurdity, because he does not understand and look forward to. But the black-faced butcher is different. As far as I know, this person doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. No matter how messy your rhetoric is, he will treat it as a fart and question your whole person. I suggest you change your statement. As for the specifics, I believe you can do it well. After all, communicating with people is what I am not good at. Go now, I'll go right away. I don't have much time. And you'd better be energetic. Your movements when you came back just now were already very lax.

After saying this long series of words, Mao Dan simply lay on the ground, as if he was really going to sleep. Pan Qi also understood that he was really tired on this day.

Pan Qi took a deep breath and struggled to stand up. Walking to the other side of the room, in that corner, the black-faced butcher and his butcher's butcher were waiting for Pan Qiqiao's tongue-like statement.

Pan Qi thought about what to say as she walked, but the room was so big. If she walked too slowly on the road, her physical strength would probably not be able to keep up. When Pan Qi walked to the black-faced butcher, she was not sure what she was about to say.

"Pan Qi." The black-faced butcher spoke first without waiting for Pan Qi to speak. Two eyes stared at Pan Qi like lightning in the night.

Pan Qi suddenly felt as if she was standing naked in front of this man at that moment. She instinctively wanted to cover her body. This look brought her a slight trembling. Pan Qi then trembled and sat on the dead grass pile opposite the black-faced butcher, so that the two people sat face to face. It's done. It's just that the black-faced butcher called his own name, and I really don't know how to interface it. Pan Qi just nodded his head gently, then raised his chin slightly, looked down at the black-faced butcher little by little, waiting for his next speech, and also won more time to think for himself.

"I'd like to know why you go there first and then come to me?" The black-faced butcher pointed to Pan Qi's back.

Pan Qi didn't need to look back and knew that he was referring to the fat man in blue. This person's thinking really can't be inferred by common sense. Unexpectedly, the beginning was this problem.

"I don't know what your habits are when you eat." Pan Qi stretched his waist when he spoke. This relaxing action greatly reduced fatigue and made her much more comfortable: "When I eat, I am used to leaving delicious food until the end, which will make me feel that this meal is very pleasant. The same is true for the conversation. If I want to talk to two people, I hope to put the sensible person behind me, which will keep me in a relatively better mood in this damn place. Pan Qi knew that the black-faced butcher had been fighting with the fat man in blue in his heart, which was also a good thing.

"Do you think I understand? No one has ever said that to me in the past few decades. The black-faced butcher actually cracked his mouth and smiled, and his dark face showed his exposed teeth, which were extremely white. But this smile immediately turned into a horizontal frown, from happiness to anger, during which there was no country. This change made Pan Qi have an illusion. This person has two different faces.

One is naive kindness and the other is evil and murderous. Maybe this is a person with two sides.

"Then I'd like to listen to it. What do I understand?" The black sky butcher stared at Pan Qi with this horizontal expression.

For good, after a while of adaptation, Pan Qi's pressure on this kind of gaze is no longer so uncomfortable. What you understand or respect is very simple, that is, whoever has a big fist and a quick knife has reason. Force can solve all wisdom, right? Pan Qi's deliberate statement turned into a question, and she hoped that by this method, the black-faced butcher could answer the questions by himself, which was much better than a complete statement. After all, if the statement deviates slightly from what the black-faced butcher thinks, the determined tone will make the next conversation much more difficult.

"Yes, you're right. If a person's power can reach a real enemy, he does not need any strategy to sweep the world, which should be pursued by a man. That kind of intrigue is a game that women like. The black-faced butcher nodded slightly, but his expression did not stretch. There is no doubt that this problem is just an ordinary threshold.

"So, you are a reasonable person, and your principles are simple, so our conversation will be much easier. I also believe that you are a cool person. You can see better than the fat man over there, and you will get better results on which side you stand. Because you only focus on the size of the power, you must have a judgment in your heart. Pan Qi was determined to pay attention. Since he didn't know what to say, let's follow the words of the black-faced butcher first to see what he thinks about this matter.

"Yesterday morning you told me that a big man would die in the castle in the near future. However, at noon, someone fell from the wooden tower. I also inquired that the person who died was the leader of the new group of people. After careful calculation, except for the big leader of the half-day castle, the rest is him. He is indeed a big man. But I have two questions that I need you to answer for me. The black-faced butcher still stared at Pan Qi.

Pan Qi looked very calm. She twisted her neck and looked around. Good, more people pay attention to this." I would like to talk to such a straightforward person as you. While talking, pat the horse. For such a relatively simple-minded person, it is very important to give necessary respect on the surface. She still remembers the story her father told when she was a child. What did she say? Yes, "the man's anger, blood splashes five steps"! Pan Qi suddenly felt that under his repeated memories, his father's appearance was also a little blurred in his memory. Maybe in a few days, he would completely forget what he looked like. If I completely forget the past, forget my parents, Wu Da, Wu Song and Haisha, and forget Qinghe and Yanggu, then I will really no longer be Pan Jinlian, but Pan Qi.

At such a dangerous time, Pan Qi's heart was a faint sadness.

The first question. It took less than a morning from the time you told me that someone would die and the man fell from the wooden tower. Although you have been out in the middle of this, it hasn't been long. It's hard for me to think that you were involved in killing this person. Maybe you just heard a few words and then used this news to fool me. The black-faced butcher bit the three words "little bastard" very heavily.

It seems that there are two people who can survive the hell of the gang in the half-day castle and become the small leader. Pan Qi understood that the black-faced butcher was trying to provoke himself, and then judged through observation. What we need to do now is to keep quiet.

"Do you think the time and place of the death of the new army leader are very special?" Pan Qi wiped her mouth with a smile. She felt a fever on her face, and some saliva flowed out uncontrollably. She used this action to cover up the pathology: "As the saying goes, 'Moon dark killing night, wind and fire'. If you really want to kill such a big man, it seems that it is better to choose a place to carry people back at night. There are many people on the cottage, and there is no airtible wall. A few days later, you must know the news. And the only reasonable explanation for all this is that this death is shown for you. It is arranged by me to see a performance of death as you can see when the owners of the room rest and within your eyesight. Pan Qi said this, and the corners of her mouth rose, and she couldn't help showing an evil smile. Because she didn't lie, that's the original purpose of her use of the second name. In addition, you just said that I went out of the room several times yesterday morning. Some people kill with their hands, but some people only need to issue an order with their mouth, but this kind of command also represents power.

("Moon dark killing night, wind high fire sky" from Yuanhuai's "Palm Record". However, because this book is a record text, in which this sentence is also quoted, it is very likely that there was such a statement in the Song Dynasty, so this chapter adopts this quotation, but in order to avoid unnecessary disputes, an explanation is added here.)

The black-faced butcher's expression has not changed, and his temptations and problems are not over yet. The second question is, if you have this ability to take lives casually, and according to what you said, you should still be a big man, then why come to the room? Many places on the half-day castle are more important than the room. Most importantly, it will be more convenient for you to move in those places. I think no matter what your purpose is, free action is a prerequisite.

This problem comes again. Although the black-faced butcher did not say that he had investigated the origin of Pan Qi, it is estimated that he also did this kind of thing. It was the problem of the fat man in blue that made Pan Qi talk nonsense about "god" and "poisoning", but he can't use the same words for the black-faced butcher. What should he do?

For those who are superstitious about power, they must be convinced from the perspective of power.

"Because of Deng Bai." Pan Qi doesn't know much about the specific power change in Erlongshan, but she knows that Deng Bai is a cronin left by the previous Zhai owner. Such a person should be extremely **. It happens that his death was planned by Pan Qi, so don't waste your previous strategy and rely on it. Deng Bai must die, and he is dying so that others can't say anything. I would like to ask you, if there is any better way to let Deng Bai die naturally than to come to the gang and become his subordinate? The same rhetorical question, for the black-faced butcher, such a question is much better than the statement.

"Deng Bai's death is indeed strange." The black-faced butcher's face changed and looked a little relieved: "That's not an accidental death. I have dealt with these four-legged beasts all year round, and those two dogs have been drugged. If so, it makes out. The black-faced butcher rubbed his hands and stood up: "But there is another problem."