Chapter 4252

Malos was very shocked at first. He raised both hands and retreated into the house, shouting: "Don't! I can give you whatever you want, and there are police patrolling all day nearby; you can't..."

"The police won't come." Kent pointed at the gun with his finger. Malos glanced in the direction of his finger; his pupils shrank. This is exactly the police's standard equipment; this bastard wouldn't kill a police officer to snatch a gun, would he?

"I ask, you answer." Kent said, "Who are you?"

"Me? I... I..." Malos didn't know how to answer for a moment, because this question was too strange. Kent had already come once before; at that time, he knew he was a legislator. Regardless of whether he came to steal money or harm lives, this question had no meaning.

Kent stared fixedly at him. He had a premonition, and a very strong premonition, that he hadn't found the wrong person; this guy was old Borger he was looking for.

Unfortunately, he wasn't Batman, unable to point out the problems in the details of the other party's words and deeds; he just vaguely had a feeling. And this obviously couldn't be used as evidence.

Kent took a deep breath. The current situation is too complicated; if he couldn't find key evidence to expose the other party, the other party definitely wouldn't reveal his true face. If he intended to pretend until the end, then if Kent fired, the one who would be unlucky would be Kent.

Because in the eyes of outsiders, Malos is a legislator. If Kent fired at him, he would definitely become a criminal that everyone shouts to beat; after all, it's impossible for so many people to believe in theories like evil spirit possession, and Kent couldn't produce decent evidence to prove the existence of ghosts.

And even if he killed Malos, the evil spirit wouldn't die with him; bullets can't kill ghosts, and he could completely change into another body.

Kent's purpose in coming here wasn't to kill the evil spirit's body, but to force him to appear. Because, now there is a group of ghosts following him; as long as old Borger appears, he can rely on the power of the ghosts to kill him.

Then how exactly to force old Borger to appear?

Kent had to start thinking: what would Batman do?

He must have a lot of experience in this regard, because the people he faces are all a bunch of lunatics wearing human skin. To defeat such people, firing at them is useless; he must carry out mental strikes.

At this moment, Kent understood Batman even more. Facing this kind of cunning monster every day, a super brain might not even be enough.

Kent forced himself to calm down; he thought about the matter from beginning to end at the fastest speed, and then discovered that there was still only the most difficult puzzle to solve: since old Borger modified the rules of the spiritual world, why did he run?

He modified the rules definitely toward a direction favorable to himself, shaping the heaven he wanted, so why didn't he lie in his heaven and enjoy it, and run out to be a legislator?

Still the same sentence, the job of a legislator isn't that easy to do; it can't be said to be working from dawn to dusk, but the daily work and socializing definitely aren't few. Compared to the spiritual world that completely doesn't need to worry about survival and completely conforms to old Borger's concepts of an ideal heaven, the real world simply doesn't have a single merit. But he still came; this proves that something must have gone wrong there.

Kent didn't know what went wrong there, but he knew this must be old Borger's sad matter. And whether it is the kind of problem he thought of, just ask and he will know.

"You don't have to pretend anymore." Kent said, "Borger, I know who you are, and I also know what you did, only I didn't expect you to run here. Why, can't you stand that set either?"

Kent revealed a cold smile, looked at Malos's eyes and said: "The ancestor of the Boulder family killed the Flying Angel's family, framed the animal trainer, stole the circus from their hands, all for the sake of building the heaven in your ideals. But what was the result? You went around such a big circle, finally realized your dream, but you discovered that this is a pile of dog shit. You couldn't stand it yourself, so like a coward, you abandoned your so-called heaven and ran here."

"If I were to say, the circus looking for you to perform as a clown really found the right person. From beginning to end, all the things your Borger family did were completely just to make people laugh; playing extermination cases, practicing black magic, going through generations, finally realized the wish, but in the end, only created a joke. I must thank you; this is the funniest joke I've heard recently."

"Enough!" Malos sank his face, staring at Kent with an expression like he wanted to kill someone. Kent knew he guessed right.

Old Borger went through so much trouble, created a spiritual world that completely conformed to the doctrine, but ended up running to Westview to be a legislator; the reason might be very simple, which is that he himself couldn't stand that set either.

That's right, even if he is the leader of the sect, all the believers center on him, and he doesn't have to follow the doctrine to give birth to a bunch of children, but just those world attributes he constructed were already enough to make him unable to stand it.

For example, inside the spiritual world, there are no drinks like tea and coffee, nor industrial drinks like cola, and it is even more impossible to have alcohol, and there is no modern food, not even some modern, legal, harmless seasonings, so although one can taste the flavor of food, that thing couldn't possibly be delicious.

Secondly, it is not allowed to have any books other than the scriptures, no novels, no magazines, not even those world classics, and it is also not allowed to conduct any literary and artistic creation; at most, one can only sing hymns.

And then it is, there are no modern entertainment facilities; even when old Borger was young, at that time there were radios and black-and-white TVs, movie theaters and videotapes, but inside the spiritual world there is nothing, no modern facilities.

So, this spiritual world completely composed of sect rules, what everyone can do is gather together to chat, and the topics that can be chatted about are also very limited, which is praising God, praising the sect leader, praising this kind of church life.

And because children cannot be born in the spiritual world, even things like cultivating and educating children to pass the time cannot be done; besides conducting church activities, one just sits there.

If one was born in such an environment, then it might be barely tolerable, but who is old Borger? He used to be a star actor in a circus, followed the circus north and south, had been to every big city, had seen the debauchery of the upper class, and had also been in contact with the most advanced modern equipment.

It is said that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. He still thought he was a very pure believer; in the real world, he couldn't achieve complete isolation from modern society, so he built such an ideal country in the spiritual world, but after building it, he discovered: this is a fart of an ideal country; this is purely sitting in jail.

Sitting in jail at least lets one watch TV and newspapers; after seeing the entertainment methods of the modern society with information explosion, no one could possibly accept this kind of life like a primitive society again.

What's more, the people in the spiritual world are unchanging; those are the people who come and go; this kind of performance-based social interaction, even if it is interesting, will soon be tired of. Then old Borger wouldn't be running out without stopping?

"What do you know!" Malos gritted his teeth and said, "You don't understand at all what modern society has brought to people; suffering, hunger, death, these shouldn't have happened!"

Kent didn't understand what he meant for a while. Malos looked at him and said: "I know, you are from a big city, perhaps born in a very wealthy family. You have never been to the bottom-level community, don't know what it looks like there, how painful people are, and you don't care at all."

"Those homeless people, those drug addicts, those prostitutes and their children, they blindly broke into this kind of advanced society, which is simply suicide. Those rich people took away everything from them; for the sake of that illusory big-city dream in their hearts, they dedicated everything they had to those bastards in the office buildings. They abandoned their hometowns, gave up their originally simple lives, just to become a piece of fuel in the rich people's fireplaces; I am saving them!"

"What's wrong with town life? What's wrong with church life? There are no gunfights here, no homeless people, no one will freeze or starve to death, everyone lives in a warm big family. They won't run to that kind of place that eats people without spitting out bones because of the propaganda of those unscrupulous media; they can spend their lives stably in the town!"

"If you didn't say it like this, I wouldn't feel you are so ridiculous." Kent looked at Malos and said, "If you didn't have this set of theories, I would only feel you are acting on impulse, occasionally having a flash of inspiration, having a stupid idea, and then making the situation like this. But unfortunately, you are systematically stupid."

"You call this state stable, but I am more willing to call it stable backwardness and poverty. There is a viewpoint that you have a fundamental error in, which is: rich people depriving poor people of everything is not divided into cities and the countryside. It's not that big-city rich people only exploit big-city poor people; it's not that as long as you hide in the countryside, this kind of harm has nothing to do with you."

"Let me give an example; are the farms in Kansas rural enough? Farm owners can't leave their land for a lifetime, and they live the kind of very stable rural life you mentioned. But do you know how much money grain buyers, farm machinery dealers, and seed dealers took from them? At least 85%."

"Grain buyers sign long-term contracts, specifying the crops to be planted, and once the crop market is bad, they tear up the contracts and demand to sign lower-priced contracts. If you don't sign, all the crops will rot in the fields. Farm machinery dealers sell every piece of farm machinery at a sky-high price, add all kinds of locks to them, ensure you absolutely cannot repair them yourself, force you to buy expensive parts, and pay the labor costs of repair workers. Seed dealers will improve the genes of seeds; if you don't pay enough money, you absolutely cannot get good seeds; even the Agricultural Protection Association will formulate a bunch of industry standards for farmers; if you can't reach the standards, you won't even be able to sell a single grain of wheat."

"The farm owner's life is very stable, because they don't have that much cash in their hands. After finally completing a year's work and getting the money in their hands, they immediately have to invest it in the second year's production; when the market is bad, the whole family might only have 20 dollars left; they will eat bean paste for three consecutive months. They live a stable religious life because they have no other choice, struggling in poverty; religion can give them comfort. But if they had money, the warm seawater of Hawaii and the beautiful scenery of the Alps could give them more comfort."

"Pushing people into the quagmire of big cities and trapping people in the poverty of small cities are the same. You are no different from the unscrupulous media you mentioned that cheat people into big cities."