He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 283 Cosplaying the Real Jesus
Li Ji called out from afar, "What are you pressing?"

"I want you to take care of meow!"

When Dailulu looked up, she saw a long eyeball hanging down from Li Ji's eye socket.

"Meow!"

She was so frightened that she jumped right onto the top of the clock face.

"You're crazy, meow! You're scaring people by sticking your eyes out, meow."

"This is an extreme measure."

The eyeballs seem to be riding an elevator, rising straight up and returning to their sockets.

Li Ji pressed his eyeballs back down with his hand: "What exactly did you show me?"

"You'll see when you see it, meow. It's definitely what you want to see, meow."

Delulu smiled mysteriously.

"Could it be that our tacit understanding led us to think of the same thing? You're so smart, you must have thought of this too, right?"

"Of course, meow. Who wouldn't have thought of that floor, meow."

Li Ji nodded in satisfaction, but because his head was stuck to the ceiling, it was his neck that caused his entire body to swing in the air.

"It saves trouble to talk to smart people."

The image flashed on the screen.

Under the lamplight in the darkness, a woman in a yellow Rococo dress walked gracefully in a straight line with a cat-like gait.

Li Ji squinted and looked closely, thinking to himself, "Is this the Passion of Jesus? Jesus' pose is rather unique."

He jumped down from the ceiling and looked at Delulu with her arms crossed and a satisfied smile on her face.

Are you sure we're thinking of the same floor?

"Of course, meow."

Li Ji pushed the joystick, and the screen zoomed in.

Around the woman, rows of seats appeared, with people dressed in modern clothing sitting in rows, and even an old-fashioned camera.

"What is this? Is this the Passion of Jesus?"

Delulu blinked, looking completely bewildered: "What? The Passion of Jesus, meow?"

"Then what is this?"

"The world's first outdoor fashion show, meow. Look how beautiful these clothes are, meow."

"Beautiful my foot! You call that thinking the same way? What a load of rubbish! I don't believe you for a second! How did you even think of going to a fashion show?"

“Everyone would want to see such a beautiful fashion show, meow.” Delulu’s eyes were glazed over. “So what are you thinking, meow?”

“Jesus suffered! The Pope must have seen Jesus in person with this machine, which is why he doesn’t believe us. We just need to mimic Jesus’ appearance in the video to fool the Pope.”

Dailulu suddenly realized, her mouth forming an "O" shape.

"I thought of this a long time ago, meow. I'm just a bit too fond of Earth's fashion, meow."

"Your expression clearly shows surprise! Is it your business or mine to fool the Pope?"

Dailulu immediately changed the subject: "Look how pretty this dress is, meow."

"Stop looking! The Pope will be back soon!"

Li Ji quickly turned off the screen.

-

The Pope sat blankly on the velvet sofa.

He watched as the Chinese woman lay on his bed, tossing the 12th-century pure gold Holy Grail high in the air like a toy.

He didn't dare say another word.

My gaze followed the Holy Grail up and down, and so did my heart, which was filled with suspense.

"then."

Milia casually tossed the Holy Grail over.

It traced a golden parabola in mid-air before crashing straight down to the ground more than two meters in front of it.

The Pope lunged forward and caught the Holy Grail in his arms, his back hitting the ground with a dull thud.

"Ah! My herniated disc. I should have known better than to push myself."

Milia then pulled out a shawl from the wardrobe, embroidered with images of saints in gold thread.

She excitedly wrapped it around her waist: "It's so beautiful. Can I have it?" Faced with the gleam in the woman's eyes, the Pope was on the verge of tears: "Did I have a choice?"

"Of course. This is your stuff. If it's not with your permission, that would be stealing. We can't do anything illegal or criminal."

A tear rolled down the Pope's wrinkled face.

Not doing anything illegal or criminal?
What do you do all day?
Did I invite you to my house to slap me?
Or is it that international law no longer protects personal safety?

"Then I'll give it to you."

Milia chuckled, "You're so nice."

"Thank you for the compliment." The Pope shakily got to his feet.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The footsteps were rapid, sounding like running, and there was more than one person, as if there were two pairs of feet.

The footsteps were somewhat muffled, but sounded quite powerful, suggesting they were two large people.

The Pope was delighted, but he didn't show it on his face.

After being in trouble for so long, the palace security finally came to help.

While Milia was twirling in front of the mirror, he slowly moved towards the door.

He used his body to block the doorknob, while secretly holding the doorknob behind his back.

The footsteps approached the door quickly, and the Pope swiftly pressed the doorknob.

"Catch her!"

Before the Pope could even see the security guard's face clearly, his lumbar disc felt a severe blow.

A loud "crack" echoed through the room.

The Pope lay on the ground, the golden Holy Grail inexplicably perched on his head, and God riding on his waist.

Shark hurriedly got off him: "What's wrong with you? Blocking the doorway, you have no sense of public decency at all. Come with me, let's go back to the archives to play."

The Pope was pulled up, still clutching his lower back, his face contorted in pain.

"No, I have a herniated disc."

"Eh?"

The Pope's expression suddenly relaxed, even becoming somewhat clear.

He shook his stiff waist as if he were spinning a hula hoop.

"My herniated disc seems to be better."

God quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I made your intervertebral disc mediocre. Do you need me to make it protrude again?"

"No, no, no."

The Pope was heartbroken, never expecting that he still couldn't get rid of these demons.

Are all the people in the Vatican dead?

What are they doing?
In the monitoring room, the security guard was eating pizza and watching the Dora the Explorer cartoon.

Dora and the monkey asked together, "Have you seen the troublemaker?"

The security guard pointed at the fox hiding behind the tree and shouted, "The troublemaker is there! Dora, watch out!"

When he and Dora shouted together, "Stop causing trouble, you little devil!"

The fox then fled in panic.

He leaned back comfortably in his seat, the pizza cheese stretching long strands in his mouth.

"This is exactly the same job I do. The only difference is that there are no troublemakers in the Vatican, everything is normal. Hehe."

On the monitor screen, the scene remained calm.

But the actual scene was completely the opposite.

The Pope was once again taken to the secret archives.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the man who terrified him.

In the dim light, Hong Xiuquan, dressed in a yellow robe, was playing with a golden skull. His sinister eyes, like those of a hawk in the night, filled the Pope with fear.

Looking down the corridor between the bookshelves, you can see a familiar figure in the distance.

With his long brown hair and white robe, he was clearly the person who had previously cosplayed Jesus.

The "fake Jesus" was fiddling with a safe in the distance, and his appearance was not immediately visible.

(End of this chapter)