The sub-personality read through all the information in this room. There is no safer way to store it than to write it down in the brain.

After all, he has a photographic memory.

Ye Tingbai also took a rough look at the contents on these papers. By association alone, he could find that they were talking about several different things. Two-thirds of them were talking about the object of the God's Heart, but Ye Tingbai

You know, there is no such thing as the heart of God.

These strange murmurs are more like some kind of human conjecture about God, and then attract some people to the place of the Earth's Center Lake, like a trap.

As for the other third, it is divided into two events, which is more like some kind of prophecy.

The black tide rises... disaster is coming

unstoppable...

They are all just words, and there is no exact time. Just like a roadside fortune teller, you always feel that what he says is right, because what he says is ambiguous, and most people feel that he is talking about themselves.

Ye Tingbai turned to look at Meng Yingying: "Where are the things you recorded?"

"On the computer, as well as on Weibo, there are records in many inconspicuous places anyway. We will not record things in one place. We will record them by writing articles and using our own encryption method."

Ye Tingbai didn't understand. Isn't this a waste of time?

Besides, does it make sense to record it in this way? This form is more likely to be used to deal with humans.

Ye Tingbai: "Someone is watching you?"

Meng Yingying: "Well, we are under constant surveillance. Ever since we started studying this recording, we have never had a peaceful day.

The Foundation doesn't treat us as human beings at all, we can only think of our own way out."

Ye Tingbai: "This is normal, the foundation has always been this way.

Come on, your nightmare is over."

Pa~

Ye Tingbai snapped his fingers, and the corpse in the kitchen instantly shattered into ashes, and all the documents in the room turned into white paper at the same time.

This small barrier of obsession is very fragile. It is estimated that any criminal master can break it when he comes, and the bubble will break with a touch.

Ye Tingbai brought the woman back to the Order Office. This man knew the password and could translate the article written by the man after his death. This was very important.

After the man died, he kept the woman imprisoned in that room, but he continued to update his Weibo. Not only Weibo, but also many of his platforms were updated, creating an illusion that he was still alive.

But in fact he has been dead for many years.

Counting all these different platforms, this man has published hundreds of articles or updates. No matter how much useful content there is, this woman has to translate it.

Ye Tingbai: "You will live here for the next few days. You have to translate all the articles he posted on various platforms. There are about... 324 articles now? If you find that the content has become less? Come to me."

"

The sub-personality has read all these contents? Can he retell them completely? Including the article that was found to have disappeared in the morning? The sub-personality remembers it all.

Sub-personality: "You come with me? Shall I give you an article first? Forget it? Just tell me the encryption method directly, so as not to forget it later."

Did the sub-personality take the woman with him to translate the article? Ye Tingbai called Pei Meihong? Now as Ye Tingbai's closest believer, she can teleport to him at any time.

Pei Meihong was a little sad? After all, she was dismissed by Ye Tingbai? She must not be happy.

But that doesn't count as dismissal. After all, she resigned herself.

Pei Meihong: "Boss, are you looking for me?"

Ye Tingbai: "Can you contact any of those congressmen from the foundation?"

"I can't contact the congressman? Those congressmen are very proud. Since we were able to control the situation? The foundation has been even more closed, and its presence in all aspects has become less. It has left almost everything to us."

The only living congressman Ye Tingbai had contacted was Heng Jiuqing. He called the number he had contacted before, but the result was that the number was empty.

Ye Tingbai angrily threw the phone on the table with a dull sound.

"These grandsons!"

Pei Meihong: "Boss, what can I do for you?

We are actually very powerful now and can basically solve everything, and we no longer need to rely on the foundation at all."

Ye Tingbai looked at Pei Meihong and rolled his eyes, no longer relying on the foundation...

So why should we give the foundation face?

Ye Tingbai: "Okay! Then I will give you a task.

How much has the daily output of Heroic Spirits changed now?"

Pei Meihong: "It's still over a hundred, not much has changed."

Ye Tingbai frowned. There was something wrong with this number. The upper limit of the souls stored in his Kingdom of God had reached hundreds of thousands. In the past, there were only a few thousand.

Judging from this ratio, the number of Heroic Spirits he outputs every day should be over a thousand.

Ye Tingbai: "How come there are only more than a hundred..."

Ye Tingbai closed his eyes and began to check his reincarnation world. After looking around, he discovered a strange thing. There were only a few thousand people in his reincarnation world.

The upper limit was hundreds of thousands, but in the end there were only a few thousand people.

Ye Tingbai: "Are too few people dead?"

After thinking about it, there was only one possibility. No one died. He couldn't attract enough souls. If he wanted to bring him into the world of reincarnation, he would first have to be his pan-believers. But now the world is very safe. If you want to die, you can't.

too difficult.

He never expected that his plan would get stuck here.

If he wants his reincarnation world to be filled, there is only one way, and that is to let ordinary people die instead of letting them continue to live in comfort. And the easiest way to die in large numbers is war.

Ye Tingbai scratched his chin: "It seems that we have to trick the World Government into getting on board early and let those ordinary people's troops serve as cannon fodder..."

Pei Meihong stood in front of Ye Tingbai, listening to the words in his mouth, she felt a chill on her back.

Ye Tingbai: "More than one hundred is more than one hundred. You have gathered more than 80,000 people now, right? With these 80,000 people, all the visible research departments of the foundation will be given to me!"

Pei Meihong opened her mouth wide, as if she couldn't believe what she just heard. The Institute of Order has always been suppressed by the Foundation, and the strength gap between the two sides is so great that it is unimaginable.

Pei Meihong never thought that one day she would become an enemy of the Foundation. As Xie Cai's secretary, the most common thing he had done in the past was to be annoyed by the Foundation.

Pei Meihong: "But...there will be problems if there is no reason..."

Ye Tingbai: "What's the problem? We are the law enforcers ourselves. Who can stop us? Who can say we are wrong?

If the foundation no longer exists in this world, then we will be the only official organization."

Pei Meihong: "But you said that humans should not fight among themselves..."
Chapter completed!