Rebirth of the Ultimate Rich Second Generation Chapter 693: Father, genius

Piaotian Literature? "Sir, do you need to pray?"

Just as Lorraine got into the church, he suddenly heard a young but very old voice.

This voice sounds a bit weird, like a five or six-year-old child playing officialdom. The young voice is full of sophistication and sophistication.

Lorraine was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked forward.

A medium-sized, very thin figure, with his back facing him, facing up to the cross at the front of the church, the tragic Jesus, the light of mercy, and the colorful church windows, projecting a mystery , Ancient and comfortable feeling.

This figure is wearing a priest's robe and should be the priest of this church.

"Hehe, thank you priest, no need, I just came in to escape the wind and rain." Lorraine smiled and waved his hand, then looked familiar and found a seat to sit down, "I want to love Jesus. , Won’t you see me getting in the rain outside?"

"Everything in the world is guilty, sir, are you sure you don’t need to pray or repent?" The priest still didn’t turn around, still looking up at **** on the huge cross motionlessly, using him as a young but old man The voice said slowly.

Lorraine smiled, and suddenly became interested in what the priest said.

"Oh? Everything in the world is guilty? Father, if this is the case, if all the gamblers in Omen come to pray, wouldn't God be too busy?"

"God is a **** and cannot die."

"Then why don't you confess to each other? Do you have to confess to God? Believe me, no one will not be jealous of an immortal existence."

"This is also the key to God being different from all creatures, because he is the existence of true fraternity."

"He is fraternity because he will not die. But people will die. Everyone is working hard to survive. If you are not paying attention, you will fail, if you are not careful, you will die. So, everyone is not free. Fraternity. For an immortal existence, fraternity may be the only thing he can do, and maybe this is his only spiritual sustenance. Therefore, it is not that people need to pray and repent, but God needs to listen to prayer. People like to pray for I am looking for an excuse for my sins, and God is just a lonely God."

"..." Hearing this, the priest who looked very thin and even a little old hesitated a little. I don't know if Lorraine heard it wrong, the priest seemed to smile playfully, "Sir, how do you call it? ?"

"Everything in the world is guilty. You can call me a sinner. In fact, I am guilty. It’s just that I’m not going to repent now, because the true meaning of repentance is to correct. But I chose a certain path, so It is impossible to correct. Correction will send me to see God in advance. Repentance can only relieve the guilt in my heart, treat the symptoms and not the root cause, and it is useless. I think that when I really want to repent, God will not accept me. Confession. Rather than seeing God in advance, I want to live longer and go to **** later."

Lorraine's words completely aroused the priest's interest.

The thin priest finally turned around and turned to look at Lorraine. He squinted his eyes for a long time. There was no trace of expression on his face, but his squinted eyes seemed to be just right. Showed all his emotions.

Of course, this emotion is just fleeting, hidden in his seemingly calm eyes.

This is a weird person.

This is Lorraine's first feeling about this priest.

Under the priest's looking old temperament, he turned out to be a very young boy, with a fair face, blue eyeballs, white skin, and a little sickly, probably because he was too thin. There is also a very important point, this guy is not a Chinese, but a European and American. Depending on age, at most I was two or three years older than Lorraine.

"Father, you are younger than I thought."

"Mr. Sinner, you are younger than I thought."

Lorraine chuckled and shook his head. He looked back at the outside of the church. It was still stormy and roaring. It seems that I need to hide in the church for a while. But this also seems to be a good choice, this priest, looks very interesting.

He doesn't understand, how could such a young guy have such an old look?

"Huh, it's such a storm, I guess I will have to stay here till night." Lorraine shrugged helplessly, "but this seems quite interesting, a sudden storm made me enter a place I have never been in before. The church. This is really a bit like an arrangement from heaven."

"Mr. Sinner, you don't actually need to wait that long." The young priest walked slowly behind Lorraine, squinted his eyes for a while at the violent storm outside, and then walked there. At the door, he took a deep breath, "According to my observation, this typhoon should leave Omen within two hours."

"Oh? Why do you see it?"

"Judged based on wind speed, wind direction, and air humidity."

"Hehe, but Mr. Priest's behavior just now seems to be judged by sight and smell. If your judgment is accurate, aren't you a mobile weather observer?"

"No, weather observers have errors. Even the most sophisticated and sophisticated weather observers in the world have an error rate of 93.7%. And my personal observations And inference, the accuracy rate can reach 98.5%. However, according to practice, I have made thousands of weather forecasts, and no error has occurred. In other words, in theory, I have errors. In practice, I am accurate."

These words, from the mouth of a priest, really seem a little weird.

Lorraine smiled playfully: "Since the priest is so talented, why not go to MIT for a combination of undergraduate, master and doctoral studies in the meteorology department?"

After a while, the priest seemed to have thought of something, with a strange look in his eyes introverted and slowly said: "Actually, I am already a Ph.D. from MIT.-However, I studied at MIT. It’s a mathematical engineering."

When he heard this, Lorraine paused for a while, then changed his mind and smiled.

Obviously, Lorraine thought the priest was joking, but...

Laughing with a smile, Lorraine's complexion slightly hesitated. He looked at the priest's serious look, but it didn't seem like he was joking.

At this time, Lorraine didn't know how to continue the stubbornness. He cleared his throat with cough and cough. He casually said, "You are already a doctor at such a young age, then you are a genius, priest."

"Genius?"

I don't know why, when Lorraine said this word, the priest frowned slightly, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes: "I hate this name."

"Hate this title?" Lorraine became more and more interested. "This is the first time I heard. Everyone wants to be a genius, right?"

"Yes, indeed, everyone wants to be a genius. But if you grew up in a study on the'genius development plan', you might not say that. I made it at the age of twenty-three. After my Ph.D. in physics, I was completely fed up with this so-called "genius" life. There is no childhood, no youth, no youth, and everything, only cold computers and piles of enough to bury you alive. Test paper questions."

"A genius develops a plan?" Lorraine was taken aback when he heard the words, and intuitively told him that the priest was not talking nonsense.

"..." The priest ignored Lorraine, but slowly turned around, raised his head, and looked at the cross of the church.

"..." Lorraine was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked, "If...Father, what you say is true. Then why did you choose to be a priest? As far as I know , Scientists, do not believe in religion."

"This is not a contradiction." The priest didn't seem to be silent for too long. Hearing Lorraine's question, he changed his mind and said slowly, "Newton discovered gravitation, but then he believed in God. Da Vinci was a celestial body. A physicist, but he can draw an extremely vivid "Last Supper." Therefore, I am a scientist, but I can still believe in God."

"Father, you are a wise man." Lorraine suddenly said very seriously.

"Wise man? But sometimes, you feel that wisdom can destroy a person spiritually."

"Why do you say that?"

"From the day I walked into the church, I kept praying, praying to make me forget the bad memories of the first half of my life. But no matter how I pray, I can never erase those memories. Because in me When I was seven years old, the hippocampus in my head was very developed and active by the so-called genius plan." After that, the priest gently pointed to his head. In his head, there was a section called The brain organ of the hippocampus is responsible for human memory. "Look, is this ironic? Everyone wants to have the ability to remember, but I want to lose this terrible ability."

"So...Father, do you have the ability to remember?" Lorraine was taken aback for a while, and asked subconsciously.

Not forgetting?

Hearing this, the priest felt sad again.

Yes, never forget, this kind of "special ability" that makes people envy and hate, he does have. However, this is not born, but acquired through training. He will never forget how the hateful person back then tested his retinal response speed to the neurotransmission time of his hippocampus for several years, day after day, and passed all kinds of things again and again. Means to carry out psychological repetitive hypnosis and suggestive correction "surgery" The kind of giving up a free life for the sake of the word "genius" made him feel unhappy.

The freedom of the person is not the most terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is the freedom of the soul, which is fettered. ~