Chapter 375 Preaching
The Prince and Conde walked through the streets of the city.
Most of the buildings in this alien city are composed of hexagonal structures. The Xiyiqi people's love of beauty also extends to the architecture. The geometric awnings, the smooth tensile structure spires, the carefully designed three-dimensional carvings and various decorations with exquisite digital beauty all reflect the innate ingenuity and aesthetics of the Xiyiqi people. From time to time on the roadside, you can see tall umbrella-shaped plants with convex canopies supported by branches, and the tops of the branches are beautiful flowers shaped like morning glories. They face the direction of the stars and rotate with time, continuously spraying pollen like catkins rain. At noon, this plant presents a beautiful scene of fireworks and silver flowers.
When people get close to the tree, they can smell a refreshing fragrance. In the Xiyiqi smell language spectrum, this means "moderation" and "slowing down". The prince can keenly feel that passers-by around him can't help but release a soothing smell and slow down their pace when passing under the tree. In the Xiyiqi culture that uses smell as information communication, this is undoubtedly equivalent to a slogan for municipal construction.
The Xiyiqi city is full of vitality. Among the people who constantly flow through the streets are local Xiyiqi people, fat Sadie killer whales, and a few strange alien tourists. Conte said that Sadie people have several large-scale settlements in the city, and Sadie people will never go to the local settlements alone. The same is true for Xiyiqi people. Only in the commercial center of this city can you see the exchanges between the two races. Okay, I know you hate each other.
A flying car flew past the prince, and on it squatted a group of squeaking worms, which are one of the favorite pets of the local Xiyiqi people. These worms are crystal clear, soft, lively and active, and like to eat the secretions on the surface of the Xiyiqi body. In the eyes of the locals, they are omnipotent little angels. But in the eyes of the Saidi people, these worms are no different from disgusting maggots that eat decaying things. They even edited this habit of Xiyiqi in their film and television works (my god, Xiyiqi people are proud to raise maggots) to ridicule it. Later, this film and television work was discovered by a well-known Xiyiqi media person and put on the Xiyiqi network to add fuel to the fire and bring a wave of rhythm. For a time, the two sides continued to quarrel, which was probably another example of the two races disliking each other.
I can be sure that if all the Xiyichi people died, the killer whale people would probably really dance on their graves to celebrate their complete takeover of the Xiyichi.
Conde walked in front of the prince, and he never let down his guard. He calmly kept every passerby at a certain distance from the prince. The prince kept watching the street vendors with curiosity. In addition to using strong smells to attract business, most vendors competed to put up dazzling holographic projection advertisements, competing for the attention of customers through smells, images and sounds. The most common products of street vendors are cheap peripherals printed with the Queen's emblem. Obviously, these products are very popular.
The subconscious of the Xiyiqi people told him that carrying something with the Queen's emblem would reduce the probability of getting the crimson mutation. Well, this can be regarded as a contemporary superstition with Xiyiqi social characteristics.
"Your Highness, there are also peripherals for you," Conte said with a smile. He was standing next to a small shop, which was filled with a wide variety of goods. The prince was surprised to find that there were bubbles of various colors showing his image floating at the door of the shop, and the peripherals inside were themed around him. Customers came and went in an endless stream.
Yes, my lord, I am that popular.
The prince was about to move forward when he saw Conde lingering beside the prince’s peripheral store. The young attendant was concentrating on looking at a brooch with the prince’s emblem printed on it, and the superficial consciousness of (want want want want want want want) pounded into his mind.
I'm standing right in front of you, and you're staring at something that's not even a paper figure.
He walked up, paid quickly and took off the pin. The shopkeeper didn't recognize that the person in front of him was the one who had the pins on all the products in the store. You can't even recognize this, you fake fan! The prince snorted and handed the pin to Conte. The young attendant looked so happy that he seemed to fly to the sky.
"I will wear it forever for the rest of my life, Your Highness!!"
No. If you knew afterwards that this was a dead body sent to you, you would want to throw it into the fire.
When the star shining on Xiyiqi climbed to the zenith, the prince and his attendants finally slowly arrived at their destination - the gathering place of the Society of Common Happiness.
"You stay outside."
"Your Highness?" Conde looked at the prince in confusion.
"I'll go in alone." Because Yan An No. 8 only forged his own identity, in order to avoid trouble, it would be safer to leave Conte outside.
"No, I have to protect your safety!"
If you don't find a suitable reason to get rid of him, he will become a parrot.
"No, I'm not abandoning you, but giving you a special mission."
"What?"
"I need you to stay at the door and check on the people coming in and out," the prince said, "and you will be my support outside."
"But it is too dangerous for you to be alone, Your Highness."
"No, your support outside is my protection. I believe in your ability." The prince whispered a few words to Conde, and Conde agreed one by one.
The prince then turned and walked towards the activity center.
Unlike what he had imagined, the gathering hall of the activity center could only be described as simple.
There were no tables or chairs in the hall, it was extremely wide, enough to accommodate thousands of people. Its walls and floors were a carefully chosen grayish white, and the ball lights above the dome filled the room with bright and soft light.
When the prince entered the room, he suddenly felt a sense of peace and calm.
This is not because of any emotional suggestion, but because the hall itself is an ocean of such emotions.
There were about a few hundred people in the hall, most of whom were locals from Xiyiqi. Xiaozhen rarely had this experience, that is, all the intelligent life in a room showed an unusual tranquility.
This is a rare thing. The Xiyiqi people are a species with rich emotions, just like Homo sapiens. When Xiaozhen feels the shallow consciousness of a group of more than ten people, she often has the illusion of being involved in a rainstorm filled with noisy noises and sharp screams. There are at least five hundred people in this hall, but their shallow consciousness is very peaceful, without sadness, anger, guilt or any other negative emotions, only a very soft white joy, like a clear and calm lake.
It's a bit too quiet, Xiaozhen thought.
This is enough to indicate that something is abnormal.
Normally, the Xiyiqi people should only be able to maintain such a unified collective consciousness when they see the queen. But now with so many people gathered together, everyone's superficial consciousness is as calm and peaceful as a blank sheet of paper. There is definitely something strange.
The prince looked around at the attendees. Because this was an offline anonymous gathering, everyone who entered the hall would automatically have an optical camouflage filter attached to them. Everyone's appearance was presented in a Q-version worm look that the Xiyiqi people loved the most, with their online names floating on their heads. In the eyes of the Xiyiqi people, this was probably a very cute appearance, and in Xiaozhen's eyes, everyone here was a bit like the Michelin tire man on Earth.
The prince looked up.
Standing in the front at this moment is a Xiyiqi man (also in the Q version of the worm), who is preaching.
The theme of his speech was that a friend who grew up with him was unfortunately infected with the crimson mutation. He watched his friend being tortured by the mutation day by day and finally being silently corrected by genes. He was in great pain, he began to be afraid, he began to fear death, he began to think about the meaning of life, why the precious life given by Her Majesty the Queen had to face such a terrible disease. In the repeated fear and despair, he finally found the Common Happiness Mutual Aid Association.
The audience below gave out encouragement.
He claimed that after joining the Common Happiness Society, he felt that his life had regained meaning. Now he could ignore the threat of the Crimson Mutation and the approach of death. Now he had found the path to true happiness.
The road to happiness? No, as far as I know, anyone who claims to be like this is most likely a liar or someone with ulterior motives.
As Xiao Zhen continued to listen in silence, a listener next to him walked towards him.
"Hello. The only shining little angel designated by the galaxy." This listener had a big "Sherlock Holmes" on his head.
Huh? Xiao Zhen was stunned. He quickly glanced at the ID name above his head and became furious. He quickly shot the mentally retarded artificial father No. 8 twenty times in his mind.
