Not Cold [Interstellar]

In the Central Vatican Confidential Conference Room, beside the jade-white round table and on the velvet chairs, there are two founder bishops, one fat and one thin, who are wearing Chinese clothes. They are talking.

"The successor commander of the Second Army, through the results of the military headquarters, is basically sure that it is Zhong Yue."

"What is the background of this Zhong Yue?"

"The civilian background, from a remote mining star, should have no special political bias. For the time being, an atheist, for the time being, has nothing to do with the T party, and is a neutral general."

"Well, it's also time, the Holy See went to get in touch with him..."

The door to the conference room opened and the pope walked in, followed by Ke Wei.

Ke Wei did not wear a mask today. When the other two bishops saw him, they said one after another: "My Lord Pope, Bishop Tans."

The pope took his seat and motioned to Ke Wei to sit directly on his right.

Ke Wei did not refuse, and took the seat calmly. The two bishops looked at each other, and both realized different meanings in this action.

The pope said flatly: "The official appointment of the bishop by Christine will be awarded in the fall, and the Galactic Empire will be notified at that time. In the past few months, she can come over and learn from you."

The Fat Bishop said: "Christine is pious and kind, diligent and self-denying, and will surely spread the glory of the God of Creation everywhere."

The Pope coughed violently, and after a while, he struggled to say: "I am unwell today. Bishop Tans will come back and will take care of part of my affairs for me."

The Pope’s preference for Bishop Tans was no secret a few years ago. This time, the Pope’s serious illness came so fiercely that he personally recalled Bishop Tans, who had not been seen for many years, and directly entrusted him with the important task of the Holy See.

The pope's physical condition is worse than it looks. He will actually choose to delegate power and gradually transfer his power to Bishop Tans.

Ke Wei sat at the table, but was thinking back to the conversation he had with Zhong Yue a few days ago.

Regarding the one hundred and seventy-six bills, Zhong Yue wasted ten years.

"I didn't do it."

Ke Wei's expression was unprecedented seriousness. He said to Zhong Yue one word at a time: "At that time, I returned to the Central Holy See to fight the Pope for a solution to avoid civil war and a peaceful solution, but he did not expect him to restrict my actions. Forced me to sleep for ten years."

"When I woke up, I saw the report of your marriage. I was too confused at that time. I didn't have time to think about it. I was anxious to ask you out. I didn't think well."

Zhong Yue didn't speak, his heart sank straight: "I can't show any evidence...Do you believe me?"

Zhong Yue pondered for a long time. He did not directly answer this question. Instead, he said: "In those ten years, why would I be willing to believe that it was you? I found someone to do seven DNA comparisons at different time periods. That's true. It's you, there can be nothing wrong."

"...It's not me." Ke Wei's face turned pale, repeating the explanation that sounded weak and weak.

Zhong Yue asked back: "Your memory, can you guarantee that you haven't been touched by anyone? For example, hypnosis or memory surgery?"

"There is no hypnotist who can hypnotize me for ten years, and at the same time ensure that my personal consciousness will not have any chance to wake up. As long as I wake up, I will definitely retain memories, so I have not been hypnotized." Ke Wei's face was pale. Explaining: "Memory surgery...As far as I know, the previous Pope did not have this technique."

Zhong Yue just asked him in a deep voice: "How much do you know the Pope?"

Ke Wei was destined to be unable to answer this question. After a long time, he said in despair, "No matter how much people you see...like me, they are not me."

Zhong Yue finally relented and accepted the explanation: "Okay, I believe you."

"Bishop Tans?" The fat bishop's doubtful voice sounded.

Ke Wei suddenly regained his senses. He slipped his account at the meeting and didn't even know what they were discussing just now.

The pope frowned for Ke Wei's sloppyness. The old and thin bishop rolled his eyes and took the initiative to relieve the siege: "Regarding the plan of the Holy See to send someone to contact Zhong Yue, what do you think of Bishop Tans?"

Ke Wei instantly entered the state: "Zhong Yue has been a sudden rise in the past few years. Apart from these few documents from the Interstellar Accounts Bureau, we actually don't know this person, so I am in favor of sending a reliable person from the Holy See to detect the bell. The more, look at his true character and position."

This coincides with the results discussed earlier by the Fat and Thin Bishop.

"But this past candidate must be carefully selected, and it is necessary to ensure that after clarifying the identity, avoid the estrangement between the Holy See and this Zhong Yue."

"As Bishop Tans said, I'm afraid that he already has a suitable candidate in his heart?"

With a smile, the two bishops passed the tricky task to Ke Wei.

But this is exactly what Ke Wei meant. Ke Wei smiled and said: "There is a choice, I don't know if it is appropriate, I can say it, let the Pope, and the bishops consider..."

He turned to the pope, bowed slightly, and said in respect: "I would like to recommend myself."

The pope squinted his eyes and looked at Ke Wei again.

"Before in the military, I had a relationship with Zhong Yue. Now I am studying at the Imperial High Military Academy. Zhong Yue will be a visiting professor at the school next semester. I will find a way to contact him as a student. ."

Bishop Tans is indeed a good candidate, and the two bishops casually praised a few words, wanting to hand this matter directly to him, but they have not seen the pope speak for a long time.

The pope did not speak, Ke Wei looked at him, no emotions in his eyes.

The door of Academy Star's dormitory was knocked.

The only person at home, Xuan Mian, was awake. He looked in the mirror with joy to make sure that he was dressed neatly before going to open the door, but was a little disappointed to find that Yue Laisi's subordinate stood outside the door.

"This is something from Dr. Xuan."

Xuan Mian was taken aback: "When did I deliver something?"

When he checked it, he found that it was another package sent by Dr. Xuan, his own mother, with the words General Zhong personally saying on it.

This is not something for himself. Xuan Mian didn't open it. He was a little curious. He was about to video chat with his mother and asked what it was. Zhong Yue's communication came to his personal terminal first.

Zhong Yue didn't know where he was, carrying a rescued dying Matthew in his hand and threw it into the medical repair cabin. Then he succinctly said to Xuanmian: "Is the thing received?"

"Just got it, what is it?" @∞好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"The other piece of metal, the specific origin, you can ask your mother. This thing has something to do with the Holy See, you..."

Zhong Yue hesitated for a moment, or said: "Put it away, don't let Ke Wei know."

Xuan Mian's eyes widened in surprise.

"Is Ke Wei at home?"

"He went out in the morning. When I got up, he was gone, but he said he would be back before the evening."

Zhong Yue seemed to have no more time to explain to Xuan Mian. He hung up the communication and hurried to Capital Star.