When Han Zhou was filming in Africa, Murder on the Orient Express was already on the shelves.
It is available throughout North America.
In Europe, this book can be bought in bookstores in major cities.
Also, the shop owner put "The Fog Cloak" and "Murder on the Orient Express" together.
Twist about.
Maureen came to the bookstore wearing her coat.
What surprised her was that the bookstore was crowded despite the heavy snow.
Maureen was completely stunned.
Since she was in college, she realized that Americans don't like reading and there are not many people in bookstores.
Even if there are, they would buy books like "The Life of Fruit President" and "From Caesars Palace Casino to Strip Club|True Documentary".
But today, many people were queuing up to buy books on site, and it was crowded.
Moreover, these people didn't even open the book to take a look, but just paid for it directly.
Afraid I wouldn’t be able to buy it.
Maureen stepped forward puzzledly: "Hello, what book is this?"
The curly-haired young man who looked like a college student raised the book in his hand.
The cover of the book is a black and white picture of a train.
Written in large bloody letters was "Murder on the Orient Express".
Maureen was even more surprised.
What is this? Nonfiction?
Why are there so many people lining up here to buy nonfiction books? This isn't America!
In fact, book sales in the United States are still good, mainly because there is no piracy, so sales of various best-selling books are very high.
But it is always those people who read the books.
There were so many people crowding here to buy books today that Maureen thought a reporter had investigated a major case in the United States and published a book.
However, while waiting in line, Maureen heard something that didn't seem to be the case.
The person next to him said: "Finally I got it. I guess half of the people couldn't get the book in the first wave. They have to wait until the day after tomorrow."
"Who would have thought that it would snow so heavily that the books could not be delivered, causing the sales period to be delayed by three days."
"Haha, I wonder what kind of shock Han Shen will bring me this time."
"Banks is very good, but he picked the wrong opponent this time. I've read ten pages of both books... I've already lost."
If you read the beginning of a detective novel before even reaching the last page, you’ve already lost. The gap will be even bigger as you read the rest of the story.
Writing books is a business that relies on talent. The early ones are far behind, and the difference in IQ will be even more evident later on.
Finally, Maureen was the first in line.
The clerk had no time to talk. Seeing that no one wanted to serve her, Maureen could only raise her hand and say, "Give me the book."
The clerk didn't even look at Maureen, and handed her a copy of "Murder on the Orient Express" in his left hand and "The Cloak" in his right hand.
"Thirty-two dollars."
Maureen was stunned for a moment. At this price...it doesn't seem like a non-fiction book.
This seems to be the price of a novel.
I took a look at it and "Murder on the Orient Express" was $20 and "Misty Cloak" was $12.
The Cloak of Mist is about two dollars more expensive than the books without copyright.
Murder on the Orient Express is probably the most expensive single novel ever.
Maureen shook her head, paid the money, and left with the book.
In the New York sky, heavy snow fell violently and the wind was bitingly cold.
Maureen's ears and nose were red from the cold before she returned to her apartment in New York.
An apartment with a view of Central Park from an open window.
Putting down the book, Maureen listened to the phone message.
"Hi, dear... did you leave a message? I sincerely apologize. How about dinner together? I'll wait for you at the usual place."
Maureen simply unplugged the phone line and lay down on the sofa.
In this heartless city, life is hard for white-collar and gold-collar workers.
It would be even more sad if you meet someone you hate and fail to recognize him/her at first sight.
Living here, you don’t have that much time to get to know someone.
Just by a coincidence, a small thing, maybe a relationship begins, and then everything goes to pieces.
Maureen picked up a book and said, "Books are the only things that will never let me down."
Lying on the sofa, the temperature in the room rose. Maureen took off her scarf, threw away her coat, lay on the sofa in her boots, and opened a book.
After reading for a while, Maureen saw a new message on her phone.
The heavy snow turned into a blizzard, and the blizzard turned into a snowstorm. From today, work will be suspended for at least five days.
Maureen turned over and made herself more comfortable: "Great."
Then continue reading.
The book in her hand made Maureen feel very strange.
A detective story?
It took Maureen two days to finish reading "The Cloak of Mist", after all, there was nowhere else to go.
In the end, Maureen was quite satisfied.
The story in this novel is actually not complicated.
It was probably in England, and one day a police officer received a report that someone had died.
The time is the second half of the twentieth century.
Seeing the symptoms of the deceased, the police suspected that he died of poisoning, and then went to investigate what the poison was.
The autopsy doctor said it was some kind of plant toxin, a toxin from a plant that is not found in Britain.
After consulting a lot of information, the police learned that the poison belonged to oleander.
Oleander is a tropical plant native to India and is rarely seen in Britain.
Only one botanical garden that specializes in growing plants in greenhouses has it.
So the police came here to look for clues.
Then he heard the story of a cloaked man.
This cloaked man has appeared frequently in the botanical garden recently, but he wears a cloak every time, which is very strange.
The police officer thought the information was worth exploring, so they went looking for the man.
On this day, the police received another report that another person had died, and it was Oleander again.
This time, the police saw the legendary cloaked man.
And this person is actually a detective.
Of course, the police officer and he became acquainted with each other and finally figured this out after they had a fight.
The two people were sure that the other party was also investigating the case they were investigating.
However, because they had fought, they were unhappy with each other and did not communicate with each other.
The two went to investigate the case separately.
The two deceased people knew each other. They were both old British aristocrats.
He is the kind of person who has aristocratic status but no money.
One of them had been to the United States and met a wealthy businessman's daughter.
In this era, there is a tradition of intermarriage between the impoverished aristocrats of Britain and the newly rich of America.
So, this man was very rich after his return, and everyone thought that he had swindled the widow of a wealthy businessman.
The other noble had a little bit of property.
There is also a love rivalry between the two.
The case became even more complicated.
Maureen read it for two full days, and only at the end did she realize that the story was a bit nonsensical.
In fact, the answer to everything is very simple.
The impoverished nobleman who died first did not go to the United States. He had no money to go to the United States. He went to India and worked in its former colony. He felt ashamed, so he lied and said he went to the United States.
After he came back, he spent money like crazy, making others think he was very rich.
At a party, the second deceased mentioned to him that drinking scented tea was now popular in England.
And show off that he has the money to pick the freshest petals to make tea.
In order to show off, the first deceased found a flower, saying it was Osmanthus fragrans from the Mediterranean, and that it was airlifted from Italy.
In fact, he himself didn't know what he was soaking in.
What he brewed was the flower oleander that he brought back from India.
The flowers, pollen, and even the branches and leaves of oleander are highly poisonous and can kill anyone who accidentally ingests them if soaked in water.
And the second noble is even more stupid.
After the death of the first noble, a funeral was held.
The lover they once courted together mentioned the Four Seasons Osmanthus and regretted that he didn't get to drink it.
So this noble brother asked the people in the botanical garden to buy Osmanthus fragrans.
As a result, a worker at the botanical garden stole the oleander and sold it to him as osmanthus.
When he invited the woman to have afternoon tea, he found out that she had already left for the United States.
So, he enjoyed the 'Four Seasons Osmanthus Tea' alone and then died.
In fact, the detective already knew the relationship between the two deceased persons, but did not know about Oleander.
The police knew about Oleander, but were not sure about the relationship between the two deceased persons.
The deaths of the two victims are a dark humor.
It is also a kind of black humor that police officers and detectives work together to investigate cases and compete to see who can solve the case first.
Maureen always felt very strange after reading it.
In this detective novel, the part concerning love is not well written, and the part concerning interpersonal communication is not well written either.
The case itself is not complicated.
However, the use of language and text to guide people makes the case seem very bizarre.
However, this makes the final moment of revelation seem boring and a bit disappointing.
After Maureen finished reading it, her mind was clear for a whole day. She watched TV and soap operas all day before she remembered another book.
Murder on the Orient Express.
Maureen thought that this book should be not much worse than "Misty Cloak"? It would be fine to take a look.
But just as I was about to read, the heating pipe at home burst.
Because of the heavy snow, the repairmen couldn't come at all.
She could only freeze in the apartment.
Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went straight to the kitchen, turned on the stove, boiled a pot of water, and then moved a chair to sit here.
I was bored, so I took out "Murder on the Orient Express" and started reading it.
Maureen was attracted by the story as soon as it began.
At the beginning of this story, the protagonist is a little old man.
A little old Chinese man, Chen Polo.
[This luxury train has very few rooms and can accommodate very few passengers. Originally, Chen Polo had no chance to board the train.]
[However, the train conductor knew Chen Polo, and knew that he had solved countless strange cases and was an outstanding detective and a great gentleman.]
【So, he was able to get on the bus. 】
When the story begins, Chen Boluo is already sixty years old.
Briefly describe his past history.
During the last dynasty of China, Chen Boluo came to France to study abroad, hoping to return to serve his country after graduation.
By the time he finished his studies, World War I had already begun.
Poirot had no way to return to China and had to stay in Europe.
At this time, a large number of Chinese workers came to the battlefield of World War I to participate in the war as laborers. However, because these people did not understand European languages, their rights and interests could not be protected.
Poirot was fluent in English, French and German, so he helped the workers here.
After the end of World War I, Chen Bolo was preparing to return home, but he heard that after the war, China, as a victorious party, should have taken back the Qilu Concession. As a result, the Qilu Concession was actually given to the Sakura Country by the men at the meeting.
So Chen Boluo went to the meeting place to protest.
And they are working hard for this matter, determined to take back the rights and interests that rightfully belong to China.
The result is, no result.
Chen Boluo realized that he would not be of much help to his motherland if he returned. Since he knew so many languages, he should stay in Europe and do more.
And one thing changed his life.
The officer who proposed to give the Qilu Concession to the Sakura Country at the meeting died a violent death.
Seeing this, Maureen was already touched by the words and couldn't help but exclaim, "Good death!"
The death of this officer was blamed on the Chinese representative, who considered it a form of revenge.
So Chen Boluo went to investigate the case. He proved the innocence of the Chinese representative and even found out who the murderer was.
However, Poirot refused to reveal the truth.
The officer's family suspected that Poirot was seeking personal revenge, so they forced Poirot to tell the truth.
The truth turned out to be shocking.
Because the officer committed suicide.
Poirot only said, "I don't hate him because of his ignorance of China. I just want to change his view of China."
The fact that he committed suicide was originally hidden in the hope that the Pope, whom he believed in, would hold a funeral for him. But now, it was his family who forced him to lose this opportunity.
In the West, people who commit suicide will go to hell and will never go to heaven, so Poirot, who is cruel and gentlemanly, hides this fact.
As a result, Poirot was forced to tell the truth.
From then on, Poirot became a great detective, and no one dared to force him to tell the truth when he was unwilling to do so, because that would definitely not be a good thing.
The captain told the story of Poirot, which Han Zhou had personally adapted from other stories.
And "Murder on the Orient Express" has officially begun.
There were fourteen passengers in the car, including Poirot and thirteen other passengers who were already in the car.
One of the wealthy American businessmen wanted to pay Poirot to protect him.
But Poirot did not take the job.
On that day, the train crashed into a snowdrift on its way and could not move forward, so it had to wait until daytime to continue moving.
In the morning, the wealthy American businessman died in his car.
Also, the room is locked from the inside.
Poirot quickly looked around and judged from the time of death of the American businessman that it happened in the second half of the night.
The snow had stopped in the middle of the night, but there were no footprints on the snow around, so the murderer must still be in the car.
Poirot examined the body and found that the American businessman had twelve knife wounds on his body, and it was definitely not the same person who committed the crime.
So, there is more than one murderer.
So, Poirot began to investigate everyone on the train. Coincidentally, except for himself, the conductor and the doctor, there were exactly twelve real passengers left (the Hungarian diplomat and his wife were counted as one).
During his investigation, Poirot soon discovered a secret.
It turns out that the so-called American wealthy businessman is not a wealthy businessman at all, but an American robber.
He kidnapped Armstrong's daughter and killed her after receiving the ransom.
Later, in the trial court, he bribed the judge and escaped legal punishment.
And now, everyone in the car is a suspect.
As Poirot investigated, he discovered something strange.
Everyone on the bus had some connection to the Armstrong family or had lived in that city.
You have to know that there were Americans, British, French, and even a French princess from the old Bear Country era on the bus.
There are also Italians and Ruidian people.
It is very strange that these people are all related to the Armstrong family or to that city.
As the investigation progressed, some people said they saw a man passing by the robbers' door that night, but they didn't see him clearly.
So rumors began to spread in the car that one of the men was the murderer.
Poirot had seen this man getting intimate with a female passenger before getting on the bus, but now he pretended not to know her.
So Poirot continued his investigation.
Then the man came clean and said that he just didn't want to be involved in scandals before the divorce so as not to be kicked out of the house.
Then, another passenger gave Poirot new news.
He said he saw a plain-clothed man enter the robber's room.
But strangely, a button that was only found on a conductor's uniform was found at the crime scene.
The news one after another, plus the evidence at the crime scene, made Maureen overwhelmed.
Who is it?
If these things are written in a confusing way, then it is really because there is too much information and it will give people a headache.
But the information is written in a very organized way and it is not difficult to understand.
But the problem is, after I figured it out, I felt like my brain wasn’t enough.
Because it has been clearly written that the murderer must be in the car, and all the evidence and clues are here, so why can't we figure out who the murderer is?
The greatest pleasure of detective novels is to compete with the detective to see who can find the murderer first.
Many readers are trying it.
Maureen, who had not read many detective novels, had subconsciously begun to compete with Poirot to see who could figure out the answer first.
For example, who owns the handkerchief with the letter H written on it?
For example, buttons that are only available on the conductor’s uniform fell off at the scene, but why are the buttons on the conductor’s own clothes intact?
Why did the witness say that he saw a man in plain clothes enter the robber's room?
There are so many questions, and each one is hard to wrap your mind around.
Even more bizarre is that Poirot sneaked into the maid's room and found a conductor's uniform with a button missing.
Seeing this, Maureen no longer knew what these evidences could prove.
However, Poirot in the book has already figured out what is going on.
[Ladies and gentlemen, we all know that a disgusting murderer was murdered. How was he killed?
There is a simple conclusion. There is evidence that the murderer is a stranger to any of us. Mrs. Harbert picked up a button from the conductor's uniform. Miss Schmidt found a conductor's uniform, which was obviously not Pierre's size. There was a set of spare keys inside, and a button had fallen off. Mrs. Harbert found the bloodstained murder weapon again. Dr. Constantine was sure that this was the murder weapon used by the murderer.
The facts are clear. The murderer disguised himself as a conductor and boarded the train at Firgate Station. He used this key to easily enter Ratched's room and stabbed him to death. Because the train was blocked by heavy snow, he threw away the murder weapon and uniform and quietly slipped away. So who is he? I somewhat agree with Mr. Foscarelli's opinion. He thinks that the Mafia killed him. I believe that the local police will investigate this kind of internal Mafia vendetta and get to the bottom of it! But is this the end?
No, no, no! It’s not over yet. I just said this is a simple conclusion. Next, there is another, more complicated one…】
The above answer is also the answer that Maureen came up with.
But what Poirot said next overturned Maureen's three views. Maureen used to think she was very smart, but after reading the following content, Maureen felt like a big fool.
The handkerchief with the letter H on it actually belongs to a princess of the old Russian country with French nationality, because in Russian handwriting, N looks the same as the letter H in other countries, and N is the first letter of her name.
The Hungarian diplomat and his wife who said they didn't know the Armstrong family were actually relatives of the Armstrong family.
The maid in the Armstrong family who committed suicide out of guilt was actually the daughter of the conductor.
The governess was once Miss Armstrong's private tutor...
Everyone present has a close relationship with the murdered lady from the Armstrong family.
The number of people was exactly twelve (actually thirteen, but the Hungarian diplomat and his wife were counted as the same person), which was exactly the number of people on the jury.
The robber killed the daughter of the Armstrong family, then bribed the judge and escaped.
Because the court failed to uphold justice.
So these twelve were gathered together to execute justice.
Each of the twelve men stabbed the robber once, but none of the wounds were fatal.
That's why he had twelve wounds on his body.
And because each person was stabbed, no one knew whose knife was the one that took the robber's life.
Therefore, none of the twelve people have to spend the rest of their lives feeling guilty.
Poirot analyzed all the evidence, verifying it on each person one by one, and based solely on the information he observed and found in the car, he determined the former identities or true identities of these twelve people.
Every time a person's identity was revealed, the twelve people were stunned and sighed.
And the readers are already dumbfounded.
They went to look up those things themselves and looked back at the previous text to see if this was the case. It turned out to be true. The knowledge involved was so broad that even after it was put in the book, readers could not analyze the truth. Only Poirot knew.
In the end, Poirot reveals everything and tells this more complicated truth.
At this time, one of them picked up a dagger and wanted to keep Poirot on the train forever.
But he was stopped by everyone.
They were not murderers, but they were out to uphold justice. Poirot was not a man who deserved to die, so even if twelve of them went to jail, they could not attack Poirot.
When the train reached the next platform, the police arrived.
All twelve people knew that they were going to jail.
However, Poirot handed over the uniform with a button missing and the murder weapon to the police.
"The murderer left these behind after killing someone and then fled."
“I hope the police can catch the murderer.”
Poirot did not tell the second truth to the outside world, but told the first one.
Han Zhou's version of "Murder on the Orient Train" not only used the original work, but also borrowed from other books and the experiences of historical figures for adaptation.
In addition, some elements from the 1974 and 10th versions of the film were also added.
Of course, the general story and most of the content remain the same as the original.
After reading the story, everyone's scalp tingled.
This kind of story of two truths is not surprising to the audience on the previous earth. For example, "Life of Pi" also used this technique.
But the birth of "Life of Pi" is itself related to "Murder on the Orient Express".
The readers in this world were dumbfounded when they saw the ending.
Can a detective novel be written like this?
Many people chose to look back and then blame themselves for their carelessness.
For people who don't read detective novels, this feeling can also turn into admiration for the author's writing skills and a sense of freshness.
For people who read detective novels, it feels like their IQ is being crushed.
Han Zhou himself had experienced this feeling in his previous life.
For example, once when Han Zhou was watching "Shutter Island", the mentally ill protagonist went to investigate the case seriously, and then he ran to the room of the deceased lady, holding a pair of size 43 men's leather shoes and said that they were the shoes worn by the deceased lady.
You should have realized then that the protagonist was a psychopath.
However, many people were careless when watching it and didn't use their brains at all, including Han Zhou, so they didn't notice it at all. After knowing the truth, they watched it for the second time and suddenly realized that they hadn't used their brains from beginning to end and should have discovered it long ago.
And when you read a detective novel, you're in this state on almost every page.
After knowing the truth, when I rewatched the movie, I felt like an idiot the first time.
When I watched it a second time, I noticed countless details.
Then I was even more impressed by how awesome the author is.
Now, many detective fans around the world are going through this process.
By the time Maureen finished, it was already late at night, and even the lights in the kitchen were not on.
She subconsciously finished reading the book with the light of the fire, and only now realized that she had done nothing but read from morning till late at night!
Even forgot lunch and dinner!!!
Maureen was feeling hungry at this point, so she took out the food from the microwave to heat it up.
While waiting for her food, Maureen picked up Murder on the Orient Express and read it again.
On every page, I can see the missing details that I missed the first time.
Then he took a deep breath and said, "My IQ may not be 140, but only 120?"
"It's over. One hundred and twenty is also hanging. Maybe only one hundred?"
"One hundred? Eighty, no more."
"Oops, I might have a dog brain..."
When Maureen came to her senses again, it was already dawn.
After the microwave food is heated, it has already cooled down in the microwave.
Maureen closed her eyes, unable to extricate herself from this world. It could even be said that she was unwilling to come out.
Maureen really wanted to talk at this moment, and wanted to tell someone that she had discovered such an amazing book.
I also want to communicate with people who have read the book to see if there are any details I am missing.
So Maureen pulled out her phone and searched for Murder on the Orient Express.
Maureen came across the Effinic Detective Forum very smoothly.
Then, I saw the first post.
"Han Shen is back from Eastern Europe. His plane landed in New York at 10 o'clock!"
After clicking on it, Maureen found out that the author of this book was Han Zhou, a Chinese.
He is also a director, an actor, and a great independent musician.
But now his parent company has expanded to the United States, so he wrote this book for book fans.
This person is so nice. How can someone be so nice to his fans? Maureen has already fallen for him.
Then, Maureen found out that Han Shen was filming a movie. He had been in Africa and Eastern Europe for nine days and had just flown back to the United States.
Oh my god, God Han actually went to such a poor place, he must be very tired!
Maureen looked out the window at the snow.
The heavy snow has stopped, but the snow is still very deep.
Snow? Even if the streets were now covered with red-hot coals, it couldn't stop Maureen from worshipping the God of Han!
Not to mention burning charcoal, even if axes rained down from the sky, it would not work!
Reporters in New York learned that the film star Michael Coppola would land in New York with the crew today, so they drove a news car to the airport early.
Arrived at the airport.
The reporter was stunned.
Countless people stood in the snow, holding signs.
Everyone is enthusiastic, even crazy.
"God Han!!!"
"PORO!!! CHEN!"
"Bao Ga De!"
Under the surprised gaze of the reporters, a pair of snowplows arrived at the scene and began to shovel snow.
A reporter asked: "Brother, don't they plow the snow on my side of the road?"
Snowplow driver: "??? Why should I shovel snow for you?"
Reporter: "Damn it! Are you from the municipal government? I want to file a complaint against you!"
Driver: “Psycho…”
Soon, the reporters discovered that the road where the snow had been cleared was paved with a red carpet.
What the hell is going on?
Those holding signs were like pilgrims, becoming more devout as it got closer to ten o'clock.
Why do these people all have dark circles under their eyes?
At the scene, some of Han Zhou’s domestic fans and international students also came to pick him up at the airport.
Looking at the crowd, he sighed sincerely: "It seems that there are normal people in the United States. They like Han Zhou. This young man is teachable."
Companion: "It's not normal to like Han Zhou, right?"
The person who sighed: "This is wrong. In China, people who like Han Zhou are not normal, but this is the United States. Everyone is abnormal. If you like Han Zhou, it seems a lot more normal."
“That makes sense.”
He pointed at a sign and said, "Look at what's written on this sign. 'Howling Spirits' refers to the last of the Mohicans, right? 'Han God' might be what the fans call him? 'What kind of sick brain could write Murder on the Orient Express' Oh, Han Zhou's fans in the US have also discovered it."
"By the way, I've also read Murder on the Orient Express. Han Shen's English writing is so good. Why haven't I seen him write in Chinese?"
"You probably don't know this. Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and Grave Robbers' Chronicles were all written by Han Zhou. It's just that in China, he used the pen name Jin Gu Liang Huang. But in the United States, he wrote it directly on the encyclopedia using his original name."
"There's such a thing? Wait a minute, doesn't that mean... Damn, they actually hid the truth from our domestic book fans, and American book fans knew the truth before us?"
"Who knows? Maybe it's because of copyright issues, so they just simply certified it."
"Wait a minute, elf, Han Shen is sick. Um, have the Americans also discovered the nature of Han Zhou's mental illness?"
Michael was startled when the crew showed up.
It just snowed heavily, and there were so many people picking us up at the airport?
When I looked again, I realized that they were not here to pick me up, but to pick up Director Han?
When Han Zhou appeared, the scene went crazy, with cheers and screams, just like a rock band performing in a stadium with 100,000 people.
Han Zhou didn't expect so many people to pick him up at the airport.
Darf walked in front: "God Han, we are here to pick you up."
Han Zhou smiled faintly: "Oh, thank you."
Dalph: "More than 50,000 people came to the scene. Many people couldn't come to the roadside and were all on the periphery."
Han Zhou: “Oh, I see.”
Darf sighed, he was worthy of being the God of Han, this kind of scene was not exciting at all.
Dalf: "Murder on the Orient Express sold 850,000 copies in nine days. You can get 6 dollars for each copy, a total of 5.1 million dollars, 3.6 million dollars after tax."
Han Zhou's eyes lit up and he laughed: "Well done, my dear Dalph!"
"Eight hundred and fifty thousand copies were sold in nine days. Shouldn't he sell three million copies in a year?!"
"As expected of a nationally renowned publisher, this is amazing."
"I'm going to stop working for half a day and find a place to celebrate!!!"
Darf was filled with emotion: Han Shen is Han Shen. After hearing that he has the support of more than 800,000 book lovers, he was so excited, but he did not indulge in formalism such as welcoming guests at the airport.
You are worthy of being my idol!
The media in New York were frantically pressing their cameras and pushing their video cameras forward.
So many people came to pick this person up at the airport, no matter who he is, take a picture first, it will definitely make the headlines!!!
Who is this person? Why are his fans even more fanatical than those of rock star Jack Presley?!
Some people are smart and directly interview Han Zhou's fans.
Fans of Han Zhou: "Who is he? He is Gad."
reporter:"???!!!"
"Is this the God we are familiar with?"
Fans: “More godly than that God!”