Chapter 693 Priest, Genius

"Sir, do you need to pray?"

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

This voice sounded somewhat strange, like a five- or six-year-old child playing an official accent, a young voice full of sophistication and sophistication.

Lorraine was stunned for a moment, then looked forward subconsciously.

A figure of medium stature, very thin, with his back to him and his head raised to the cross in front of the church, the tragic Jesus, the holy light of mercy, shining through the colorful church windows, projecting a mysterious, ancient and A sense of ease.

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

"Hehe, thank you Father, no need, I just came in to take shelter from the wind and rain." Lorraine waved his hand with a smile, then found a seat to sit down, "I think the fraternity Jesus, isn't it? Will you watch me get wet outside?"

"Everything in the world is sinful, sir, are you sure you don't need to pray or repent?" The priest still didn't turn around, still looking up at Jesus on the huge cross, using his young but somewhat old voice slowly the way.

Lorraine smiled and suddenly became interested in the priest's words.

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

"God is God and does not die."

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

"This is also the key that God is different from all living beings, because he is a truly fraternal being."

"He is fraternity because he will not die. But people will die. Everyone is working hard to survive. If they are not careful, they will fail, and if they are not careful, they will die. Therefore, everyone has no time for fraternity. An immortal being, fraternity, maybe the only thing he can do, maybe it's his only spiritual sustenance. So, it's not that people need to pray and repent, but God, who needs to listen to prayer. People like to be for their sins Look for an excuse, and God is just a lonely God."

"..." Hearing this, the frail or even old priest hesitated for a while, wondering if Lorraine had heard it wrong, the priest seemed to have a playful smile, "Sir, what's your name?"

"Everything in the world is guilty. You can call me a 'sinner'. In fact, I am guilty. It's just that I am not ready to repent now, because the real meaning of repentance is to correct. But I have chosen a certain path, so it is impossible to correct , to make corrections, I will be sent to God in advance. Confession can only relieve the guilt in my heart, and it is useless to cure the symptoms but not the root cause. I think that when I really want to repent, God will not accept my repentance. I'd rather live longer and go to hell later than go to see God earlier."

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

The thin priest finally turned around, turned to look at Lorraine, and squinted his eyes for a long time. There was not a trace of expression on his face, but in his squinted eyes, it seemed to be just right. all his emotions.

Of course, this emotion was only fleeting, hidden in his seemingly calm eyes.

This is a weirdo.

This was Lorraine's first feeling with this priest.

The priest looked old, but he turned out to be a very young guy with a fair face, blue eyes, and white skin. He was a little sick, 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 the age, at most, he is two or three years older than me, Lorraine.

"Father, you are younger than I thought."

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

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

He didn't understand, how could such a young man have such an old demeanor?

"Huh, it's so windy and rainy, I guess I'll have to stay here until the night." Lorraine shrugged helplessly, "but this seems quite interesting. A sudden wind and rain made me enter a church I've never been to before. It's really a bit like the meaning of God's arrangement."

"Mr. Sinner, actually you don't need to wait so long." The young priest walked slowly behind Lorraine, squinting his eyes to see the violent storm outside for a while, and then walked to the door. Taking a deep breath, "According to my observations, this typhoon should leave Omen within two hours."

"Oh? How can you see it?"

"It is judged based on wind speed, wind direction, and air humidity."

"Hehe, but looking at your behavior just now, Mr. Father, it's more like judging 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 precise weather observers in the world have an error rate of as high as 93.7 percent. And my personal observations and inferences, The accuracy rate can reach 98.5%. However, according to practice, I have made thousands of weather forecasts, and I have not made a single error. That is to say, in theory, I have errors, in practice, I am accurate ."

These words, uttered 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 to join a bachelor, master, and doctorate degree in the Department of Meteorology?"

After pondering for a while, the priest seemed to have thought of something, and slowly said with a restrained and strange look in his eyes: "Actually, I am already a Ph.D. ."

Hearing this, Lorraine paused for a while, then changed his mind and smiled.

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

Laughing and laughing, Lorraine's face sank slightly. He looked at the serious appearance of the priest, but it didn't seem like he was joking.

At this time, Lorraine didn't know how to continue the conversation. He cleared his throat with a few coughs and said casually, "You are already a doctor at such a young age. Father, you are truly a genius."

"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 title."

"Hate this title?" Lorraine's interest grew stronger and stronger, "This is the first time I heard it. Everyone, should they want to be a genius?"

"Yes, it is true that everyone wants to be a genius. But if you grew up on a 'genius development program' research, you might not say that. I got my Ph.D. in physics at the age of twenty-three. After my degree, I was completely fed up with this so-called 'genius' life. No childhood, no teenagers, no youth, no everything, just a cold computer and stacks of test papers that could bury you alive ."

"Genius development plan?" Lorraine was stunned when he heard the words, and intuitively told him that this priest was not talking nonsense.

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

"..." Lorraine was also silent for a while, and then suddenly asked, "If... Father, what you said is true. Then why did you choose to be a priest? As far as I know, scientists, They are not religious.”

"It's not contradictory." The priest didn't seem to be silent for too long. Hearing Lorraine's question, he said slowly, "Newton discovered gravity, but later believed in God. Da Vinci was an astrophysicist. , but I can draw a very vivid Last Supper. So, 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 let me forget the bad memories of the first half of my life. But no matter how much I prayed, I could never forget those memories. Because when I was seven years old At that time, the hippocampus in my head was extremely developed and active due to the so-called genius plan." After speaking, the priest gently pointed to his head. In his head, there was a section called the hippocampus. The brain organ responsible for human memory. "Look, isn't it ironic, everyone wants to have the ability to remember, and I want to lose this terrible ability."

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

Never forget?

Hearing this, the priest felt sad again.

Yes, never forget it, he does possess this "special ability" that makes people envious and hateful. However, this is not born, but acquired through training. He will never forget how that hateful man tested his retinal response speed to the neurotransmission time of his hippocampus for several years, day after day, and passed various means to carry out the corrective "surgery" of repeated psychological hypnosis and suggestion. That kind of life that gave up freedom for the word "genius" made him suffer.

Personal freedom is not the most terrifying thing.

The most terrifying thing is the freedom of the soul, being bound.