My dream connects to three thousand years later.

Chapter 259 Suspicious Points about 'Chu Zhu' (Second Update)
The Pope nodded perfunctorily, clearly not having listened at all.

"In Eastern parlance, fortunes change every thirty years," the lover said calmly.

After a brief pause, she continued, "In any case, this era belongs to us... it belongs to capital! The era of those ancient conservative religions is gone forever! Only we are the true beneficiaries of 'God'!"

James gave his lover a deep look, not dwelling on the matter, and continued, "Also, how's the excavation of the heretical civilization ruins going?"

Another person spoke up, his voice thick with Mexican accent: "The development of the Mayan pyramids is progressing quite well... We're pretty sure! There will be several sacred artifacts inside..."

“However,” the man hesitated for a moment before speaking cautiously, “because we detained workers from state-owned construction companies in the East to excavate the pyramids… therefore, the East has been putting increasing pressure on us recently… I still think that involving the East in this matter was actually a mistake…”

“But getting our people involved... setting aside the difficulty of finding qualified workers, even if they have the proper credentials, their actual skill level... those damn South Asians..." James gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and said, “It doesn’t matter, in the end... they’re all going to die anyway!”

“That’s how it is… As for the protests from the East, there’s no need to consider that,” the elderly Englishman said, with a hint of sarcasm. “All they do is protest, protest, and protest endlessly! Besides that… have they ever taken any concrete action in the past?”

"And didn't I say before... if they really can't get away with this, they'll just blame it on drug dealers! I want to see if this country, which's been stubbornly staying home, dares to crack down on drugs in Southern Mexico... Hahahaha! I really hope they actually take that step. I've already prepared all the relevant reports... just waiting for them to show up!"

"Let the world see... what this guy who's pretending to be a pitiful little thing really is!"

However, no one responded!

The elderly Englishman paused, shrugged, his smile fading as he looked sharply at the Southern Ink Man. "If there truly is a sacred artifact, then... we want one!"

However, the man just sat there quietly, offering no response, as if in silent protest, or perhaps simply ignoring it. The elderly Englishman's expression gradually darkened!

"Alright! The thing hasn't been dug up yet, what's all the noise about?" James interrupted the old Englishman. What a joke! The sacred artifacts, they all belong to their Bald Eagle faction! You, an Englishman... dare to reach into their backyard?
How audacious!

Ignoring the elderly British man's clenched fist, James's gaze swept across the room, his tone as always: "So, the specific matters have been discussed!"

"Gentlemen, is there anything else you have questions about?"

No one spoke.

"Okay!" James said noncommittally, "Meeting adjourned."

The next instant, Skynet shut down the video feed.

The spacious reception room.

James leaned back in his recliner, his brow furrowing with worry. "Big Brother! Big Brother!" The door suddenly opened, and Howard, who had been in the next room, rushed in excitedly: "The Holy Relic! The Holy Relic!"

"...Shut up!" James's face darkened. He felt his thoughts had been disrupted. After thinking for a moment, he added, "Also, I'm not your older brother! We're just from the same clan!"

“Okay, big brother.” Howard spoke casually, a stark contrast to his previous serious and reserved demeanor when facing James while maintaining his chariot stance. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to James, looking on expectantly. “So, the Holy Relic!”

"..." James took a deep breath, barely managing to calm himself down, and said expressionlessly, "Are you really sure that Chu Zhu... is all right? There's no suspicion about him?"

"I wouldn't dare say 100%, but I'd say 99%." Howard waved his hand earnestly.

“Is it possible that he actually… controls the sacred artifact! Even while in the guest room, he can summon or control the crows to do those things…” James disagreed.

“…Brother!” Howard’s eye twitched. “Your statement… would apply to anyone…”

Howard felt that James had gone mad. And even if he really did summon crows, how could he accurately control them to steal things... Surely those crows weren't Chu Zhu's clones?

"No, no, no! Isn't all this because you didn't install surveillance in his room? Are you sure it's not because... you're a fan of his, so you have a bias against him! And you subconsciously don't want to think about that?" James questioned him almost harshly. Too suspicious...

Ultimately, if Chu Zhu is truly the Holy Son, then it is only natural that he possesses extraordinary power... then everything can truly be explained!

Although he had previously suggested in the online chat room that it might be a lost relic, James couldn't help but feel confused when he recalled the three strange, agile crows in the surveillance video.

He had used sacred artifacts before, and the difficulty of wielding those artifacts was unimaginable… but those crows were so agile and fluid… it was as if they were truly alive—

In fact, if it weren't for the crows' strange and obviously abnormal unlocking movements... he would have really thought they were living crows! He would have really thought it was an accident—even if it was a bit far-fetched, haven't crows done plenty of outrageous things in the past?
As one of the most intelligent birds, crows cannot be judged by common sense.

“Brother,” Howard said nonchalantly, “isn’t this the very reason you strongly supported approving the sacred artifact and letting me test it? It’s not like I’m refusing to test it. Given all this, is there any need to discuss this further…”

James was silent for a moment, then gave Howard a deep look. This guy was too straightforward, but perhaps it was precisely because he was so straightforward that he could get straight to the point. He rubbed his temples wearily: "Alright! Check tomorrow... um, check three times in a row!"

“Oh, right,” James suddenly remembered something and added, “Skynet… is conducting high-intensity surveillance on this Mr. Chu Zhu.”

"Received," SkyNet replied, its voice a deep, resonant middle-aged man's voice.

After a brief pause, SkyNet continued, "'Lover' has used his authority to notify all SkyNet users who are monitoring or searching for information on 'Chu Zhu'... The notification has already been issued."

(End of this chapter)