With the support of a ninth-level civilization, do you want me to believe in electronic gods?

Chapter 1 The statue opens its mouth

In the sky, the orange-red sunset slowly fell, casting its last afterglow on this land.

Low concrete houses stand on the ground, and groups of people in twos and threes walk numbly on the bumpy streets.

The setting sun shines through the old-fashioned four-grid wooden window, dispelling the darkness in the room with great difficulty, and shines on a messy desk.

On the ground next to the desk, there were scattered and dirty pools of vomit.

A young man with slightly disheveled hair sat slumped in front of the desk, his slightly bloodshot eyes showing deep uneasiness and panic, and he blankly glanced at the various papers and books spread out on the desk full of handwriting.

Messy and disorderly memories flashed through his mind.

Chen Fan, this is his current name, and it is also his name before time travel.

Yes, he traveled through time!
Before time travel, as a private detective unknown to the public, Chen Fan was mainly responsible for finding missing carbon-based life forms.

In layman's terms, it means finding lost kittens and puppies for some families who have a lot of money.

Of course, with his good reputation, he occasionally receives orders to collect evidence of extramarital affairs.

At certain necessary moments, he can even work part-time as a driver for Didi, brush orders for a certain online store, chop a knife for a certain shopping mall, and grab tickets for the Spring Festival...

Generally speaking, he is an ordinary person with "mathematical skills".

But a sudden car accident completely shattered Chen Fan's peaceful and fulfilling life.

During a period of hazy and bizarre drifting, his consciousness seemed to be attracted by something, and he quickly "fell" into this world.

"What the hell is this place..."

Chen Fan's face was pale, and he stared blankly at the paper in front of him. A dry and hoarse murmur came from deep in his throat.

There was a burning sensation in the stomach and a vague feeling of nausea, and the thoughts in the mind were like a mess. There was even a vague feeling of dizziness in the brain, similar to a long-term lack of oxygen.

Perhaps it was because the owner of this body had been dead for too long and a large number of brain cells had died. At this moment, Chen Fan did not have many memories related to the original owner in his mind, only some common sense information related to language and interpersonal relationships remained.

He took a few hard breaths.

Driven by the desire to survive, Chen Fan endured the severe discomfort that spread throughout his body and began to look at the surrounding environment, trying to obtain some basic information from it through his professionalism.

His eyes quickly glanced around the desk in front of him, and finally landed on a small empty glass bottle.

Relying on the memory of the original owner in his mind, Chen Fan quickly identified the words on the bottle - Sleeping Spirit.

Combined with the intense discomfort on his body and the pools of vomit at his feet, he quickly came to a simple conclusion: the original owner committed suicide by taking sleeping pills.

The moment he came to the conclusion of suicide, Chen Fan subconsciously thought of various reasons for suicide.

Mental disorder? Or external stimulation? Or is it the so-called genetic factor?

No matter which one it is, it will not be a good thing for him now!
Chen Fan's expression changed slightly and he looked up at the room he was in at the moment.

This is a small and cramped room. The furniture in the room is all made of wood. Except for a device that looks like an incandescent light bulb hanging from the ceiling above the head, there is almost no electrical equipment in sight.

Combined with the low concrete houses outside the window, it is basically certain that the technological level of this world is not developed - at least, the area where he is now is not developed.

A large number of scattered clothes were randomly discarded in the corner, and a quite sumptuous meal was placed next to the closed wooden door.

The original owner seemed to have spent a lot of time in this room. During this time, the original owner's relatives also provided him with good-quality food.

It seems that the family relationship is not bad, and suicide caused by family factors may be ruled out.

Chen Fan silently wrote down this clue in his mind, and at the same time cast his gaze to the side of the room.

It was a somewhat old and huge hanging painting, which depicted a female figure with a fairly standard figure.

The reason why it is described as a standard is because the characters in the portrait perfectly fit the golden ratio.

Because of this, the characters in the portraits have an unearthly beauty.

Coupled with the sacred lines on the portrait and the deeply rooted sense of reverence that could not help but emerge in his mind, he quickly came to the conclusion: this was a portrait of a god that depicted a goddess.

But... the size of this statue is obviously beyond the ordinary - it almost occupies the entire blank wall!

Looking at the lofty god in the portrait, Chen Fan's expression became stern, and the sense of crisis that had not dissipated in his heart became even stronger.

Is this world still in the age of worshiping gods?

This is absolutely terrible news!

In Chen Fan's impression, the religious era of superstitious architecture was not an era suitable for ordinary people to live!
Not to mention the oppression and harm caused by religion to ordinary people, the backward and low productivity and medical standards alone are enough to make Chen Fan feel frightened - he does not want to experience those idealistic treatments that are no different from dancing to the gods when he is sick. means!
Thinking of all the strange events he might encounter in the future, Chen Fan became even more anxious.

He licked his dry lips anxiously, then turned around to try to get more information from the papers and books covered with twisted and crooked writing on the desk.

Suddenly, an irregular knock on the door came from outside the closed wooden door, and at the same time there was a female voice with a somewhat worried tone:
"Xiao Fan?"

It’s the voice of the original owner’s mother!

Chen Fan's expression froze, and he subconsciously held his breath while slowing down the movements of his hands.

If someone discovers that "he" has attempted suicide...

Don't think too much, it will definitely cause a lot of unnecessary disputes, and even his identity as a time traveler may be exposed!

Perhaps because she didn't hear Chen Fan's response, the female voice outside the door gradually became anxious: "You haven't left your room for three days."

"Tell mom properly, what happened?"

Along with the urgent questioning, the handle of the wooden door also began to rattle.

Close the door tightly and threaten to feel unwell?
Silently, pretending to be asleep?
Pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, using amnesia to cover up the truth?
Escape through a broken window and become a homeless person?
After simply ruling out a few suicide plans that subconsciously emerged in his mind, Chen Fan quickly tidied up the messy desk, stuffed the bottle of sleeping pills and the paper full of writing into the drawer, and then...

He took the initiative to open the door and walked out! …

"Xiao Fan!"

Seeing the door open, Mother Chen's eyes burst with surprise.

She raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes quickly, muttering in a low voice: "It'll be fine when it comes out, it'll be fine when it comes out..."

As she said this, she seemed to have thought of something, stretched out her hand to drag Chen Fan, and walked quickly towards the living room: "You haven't prayed to God in the past few days."

"Quick, let's go visit the statue with mom first."

Worship the idol?

Chen Fan was stunned, and his previous conjectures about the world emerged from his mind uncontrollably again.

Saying less and making fewer mistakes, Chen Fan silently followed the footsteps of the middle-aged woman.

The house was very small, and in just a few steps the two of them arrived at the small and dark living room.

Like his room, the incandescent lamp hanging from the ceiling is the only electrical device in the living room.

Perhaps sensing Chen Fan's gaze, Mother Chen stopped and looked at the incandescent light bulb that emitted dim yellow light. She clasped her hands together in a prayer gesture, and a pious look appeared on her face: "Thank you Lord for the light in the world..."

Hearing this, Chen Fan's eyes became even weirder.

Thank God for the gift of an incandescent light bulb, a pure technological creation?
Isn’t this style of painting a bit too strange?
Although he kept complaining in his heart, he "do as the Romans do when in town" and in order to avoid unnecessary suspicion and disputes, Chen Fan let go of his sense of disobedience and imitated his mother's prayer movements.

Seeing Chen Fan's actions, Mother Chen's face suddenly flashed with joy.

"Xiao Fan, come."

Mother Chen greeted softly and walked towards the other side of the living room again.

Chen Fan opened his legs stiffly and followed his mother's footsteps.

Passing by the dining table and bypassing a wooden wall that acted as a partition, a statue of a god dozens of centimeters high suddenly came into view!
The statue stood on a solid wooden table, and its appearance was clearly the female god depicted on the portrait he saw in the room!
However, compared with the portrait, the shape of the statue is more dignified and majestic.

Beside Chen Fan, her mother had knelt on the futon in front of the statue at some point, and once again put her hands together in a prayer gesture.

Doing as the Romans do, Chen Fan kneeled on another futon in a dignified manner as his "mother" behaved like this.

"Xiao Fan, I think your recent state is not quite right. Is it because of becoming the Chosen One?"

"You are God's chosen one, and God will always be watching over you."

"Don't have too much pressure. If you encounter any difficulties, you can talk to God and God will definitely help you."

Mother Chen closed her eyes slightly and chanted devoutly.

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and quickly noticed a key piece of information from Mother Chen's mouth.

He is a Chosen One, and a newly Chosen One.

On paper, this seems like a good identity.

At least in the feudal and superstitious era, the person chosen by the gods should have a good social status.

This discovery eased Chen Fan's uneasiness a little.

As for what his mother said about God watching over him and God helping him... Chen Fan naturally forgot about it.

As a staunch materialist, he does not believe in gods.

"Xiao Fan?" the mother on the side urged in a low voice.

Seeing that he could no longer remain silent, countless thoughts flashed through Chen Fan's mind.

Under his mother's gaze, he moved his dry lips and whispered softly in a hoarse voice:
"I'm just a little confused."

"I heard that the left eye jumps for wealth and the right eye jumps for disaster. After becoming the Chosen One, my right eyelid kept twitching, so..."

As he spoke, Chen Fan used his extremely poor acting talent, his eyes darkened and he sighed softly.

Use magic to defeat magic.

Since you talk to me about feudal superstition, I will also use feudal superstition to fight back!
Mother didn't speak, she just turned her head and looked up at the statue on the wooden table.

Seeing that the trick was over, Chen Fan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

See the idol? What’s the use of looking at idols?

Can the statue of gods still speak?

Just as Chen Fan was secretly laughing in his heart, a stiff electronic synthesized voice came from the statue in front of him:

"Right eyelid twitching is an intermittent, involuntary clonic twitch of the orbicularis oculi muscle and facial nerve controlled by the brain. It is usually caused by excessive fatigue and there is no need to worry."

At this moment, the expression on Chen Fan's face completely froze.

Damn it?

What the hell? !
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