Chapter 877

When the Wilcox family were reunited, Professor Angie had a guess about God about his next door neighbor, Mr. Suze.

He looked carefully, "Dear Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, so far, it's OK."

Su Ze said with a smile.

Professor Angie was surprised: "it's ok?"

"Dear Sir... I want to be closer to you and listen to your voice." Professor Angie said.

He had never understood why the great Sir Isaac Newton devoted himself to theology in his later years.

Maybe he is facing the same situation as himself.

When you come to the end of studying a certain road and see the great gods in front of you, how can you not study and follow the gods with your heart?

"It's not necessary."

Suze's body twinkled and disappeared into the room.

Professor Angie reached out in disbelief, trying to catch something from the air in front of him.

When he found that he couldn't catch anything, he let out a cry of despair.

"Ah... God..."

Henry Wilcox looked at the scene in front of him in shock: "the man... Just disappeared?"

"No, boy, it's just your illusion."

Said Mrs. Wilcox very seriously.

"Just now there was no one there, and no one disappeared. Only US and Professor Angie were in front of you."

Mr. Wilcox was stunned and quickly recovered: "yes, child, you have a disease, so you have a lot of illusions you shouldn't have."

"There is no one in front of you now, and no one disappeared in front of you just now. That's what you see."

With years of tacit understanding, their husband and wife instantly formed a consensus.

The monster like son, the flame burning, the son resurrection and the mysterious figure disappearing just now all do not exist!

Because I can't understand it, I can only do so, as if it doesn't exist.

Henry Wilcox was very suspicious and looked at his nervous father and mother: "but I clearly saw..."

"Don't doubt, don't think about it. Those are false and false illusions."

Mr. Wilcox pushed his son and handed him over to his mother.

Mrs. Wilcox took Henry in her arms and said in a warm voice, "come on, good boy... You're just sick... It doesn't matter. Just get some sleep."

As he spoke, he took Henry away and went down the corridor to another room.

Henry Wilcox looked back and was immediately turned back by her.

When they left, Mr. Wilcox looked cold and serious. He shouted, "Morse!"

A bearded middle-aged housekeeper walked quickly and silently and appeared at the door.

"Master."

"Please ask Professor Angie to leave here and remember that he will not accept any visit requests and invitations from Professor Angie in the future." Mr. Wilcox commanded the housekeeper in front of Professor Angie.

Professor Angie regained his consciousness. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at Mr. Wilcox in disbelief.

"You must be crazy!"

"Don't you see what just happened?"

"The real miracle happened in front of our eyes, and you were indifferent?"

"That Mr. Su Ze... Is the God walking in the world..."

"Enough! Don't say any more! "

Wilcox waved angrily and interrupted Professor Angie's lecture.

"There is no Mr. Suze, no God, no monster!"

"My son Henry is ill. I'm glad you can come to see him, but if you do something very impolite, the Wilcox family will never welcome you again."

After saying this, he motioned to Morse, the housekeeper behind him.

Morse came up calmly and reminded, "your visit is over, Professor Angie. You should leave."

Professor Anji opened his mouth, sighed and pointed to a strange relief in the room.

"Well, can I take this?"

"No, you can't take anything." Wilcox said stiffly.

Professor Angie shook his head reluctantly. Under the surveillance of housekeeper Morse, he reluctantly left Wilcox's house and returned to his home.

For the next ten days, he tossed and turned every day.

Sometimes he will regret his choice and his slowness, and sometimes he will launch unrealistic delusions.

If I believed in the next door neighbor and the true God walking in the world, have I got a lot of knowledge I've never known before?

More knowledge, like a treasure house, was once within reach of him, but he didn't get it

This made Professor Anji feel very painful, even reflected in his body, making his healthy body old all of a sudden.

Until that day, the doorbell rang.

Professor Angie, who was old and would never fly again, slowly opened the door and saw Henry Anthony Wilcox with relief and embarrassed face.

"Why did you come?" Asked Professor Angie.

Wilcox said awkwardly, "Professor Angie, I don't know what happened between March 1 and April, but I'm not a person who blindly listens to my parents."

"I don't think my parents should reject you, and it's hard to understand that you showed up in my room and said you were specially visiting me."

"Professor Angie, can you tell me what happened?"

"Of course."

Professor Angie's spirit rose and he felt full of strength.

"This is a story about true gods and evil gods. It is also a true fact that happened to you."

After inviting Henry Wilcox to the room, Professor Angie began to describe it so seriously and solemnly.

Henry Wilcox listened carefully. From his visit on March 1, he listened carefully to the strange dreams, about ksurus, laleier and some ksurus sects.

Until later, Professor Angie inquired about his illness, dreamed of kesulu's noumenon, and went crazy again and again.

Professor Angie and his mysterious neighbor, the respected Mr. Suze, went to the Wilcox family to see Henry.

Then they saw Henry Wilcox, who was eroded by the evil god kesulu and could not be saved. Professor Angie saw Suze's hand, burned Henry with fire and killed Henry completely.

"Poof!"

Wilcox let out a loud laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Professor Angie asked unhappily.

"You just said... I was killed? Or was it burned to ashes by fire? "

Wilcox held his mouth to suppress the impulse of laughter: "so what's the matter with me now? Professor Angie, now, don't I live well? "

"That's because the supreme Mr. Suze, the real God walking in the world, killed the hopeless and monster you and resurrected you on March 1."

"This is that you only have all the memories before March 1, but you don't know the truth of everything after March 1. You are not sick, but you have died. You are Wilcox on March 1, appearing in April! " Professor Angie stared at him and said solemnly.

"No... this is ridiculous..."

Wilcox couldn't believe it: "this is ridiculous! What you say is a lie! "

He stood up and looked like he wanted to leave here: "no wonder my parents said you were an old liar with nonsense. That's what I meant. You're just... Just a..."

Professor Angie shook his head slightly and didn't rush to explain or defend anything.

He looked at Wilcox with bright and sincere eyes.

"Do you think I'm a liar? Henry. "

Henry Wilcox stopped and looked at Professor Angie with a much softer tone.

He said, "but that's ridiculous, isn't it?"

"If... I'm dead... I mean, I'm dead, how can I live?"

"Of course, because the great true God raised you!" Professor Angie said naturally.

"But this..."

Henry Wilcox felt a little confused in his head and wondered for a moment what had happened.

After a long time, he began to try to gradually accept this fact.

However, he still felt it in his heart.

"What I saw in my dream was laleier, and what I heard was kesulu's call?"

"Then why don't I dream about kesulu and laleier now?"

He asked Professor Angie strangely.

Professor Anji was also a little strange and wondered, "maybe it's because the real God appeared and drove the evil god away?"

Henry Wilcox was dubious. He was not sure whether his parents told the truth or professor Angie told the truth. In a word, the rebellious feeling in his heart surged up. When he became interested, he believed Professor Angie first.

"Professor Anji, what do you think of true gods and evil gods?"

When Professor Anji heard him talk about this, he was also in high spirits and expressed his idea of pursuing God's secrets and obtaining more knowledge.

Henry Wilcox couldn't help but have many fantasies: if he really saw evil gods or true gods, what great works of art should I portray them?

Maybe I can become a famous artist all over the world!

So, the next time, the two established a strange religious group, believing that the only true God in the world kneels down and worships, the God walking in the world, and his name is Suze. Maybe this is not his real name, just an alias.

They longed for the coming of Suze, and even for kesulu to dream again and look for the trace of the gods.

Unfortunately, they got nothing after all, because there was no evil god ksuru in the world.