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Chapter 42: Holy Number 13
9th Street, Residential District 18, District 9, Room 13, Baal's Blood Hotel,

The lights on the street dimmed, indicating that it was already night time.
The wide streets spread out like silk between the high-rise buildings of the hive city, with small stalls scattered all over the place.
Many residents of Shangchao did not return home after nightfall, but walked around the streets.

They may be traveling alone, with their lovers, or as a couple with their children.

From time to time, I buy some food, small accessories or small handicrafts on the street.
More people went to the church and prayed devoutly to the emperor, thanking him for blessing them for another day.

Zhou Yun stood at the window of Room 13, looking at the scene that Xia Chao would never see.
He's been a bit tortured by numbers lately.
When choosing a room, he deliberately chose Room 13.

Thirteen, what a beautiful number.

The Emperor, oh no, the Holy Number of the Horned Rat.
What a devil! Die, die, die!
Tzeentch stuff! Damn it!
Big Horned Rat! yes! yes!

Zhou Yun prayed devoutly to the Big Horned Rat.
The power of the Horned Rat will punish Tzeentch! Rat, yes! yes!

"What kind of weird beliefs are these, etc. Why is the Emperor a Horned Rat?"

While Zhou Yun was praying devoutly, the noisy heretic creatures in the white light were denying the truth that the Horned Rat and the Emperor were one and the same.

“No, I can tell you for sure that there is no god called the Horned Rat in the galaxy,” the winged figure in the white light complained.

"Isn't he sitting on the golden throne?" Zhou Yun replied with a smile.

Just then, he saw Reina outside the window.

Reina seemed to be holding something in her hand, and she ran into the hotel panting heavily.

Zhou Yun walked to the door with some curiosity and opened the door with the sign number 13.

Lena rushed in from the corridor, her face flushed, her eyes shining with intelligence, and she almost bumped into Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun stared at Lena and saw joy, happiness and pleasure in her eyes.

"Guess what I found?" Lena exhaled, her voice becoming sweet with joy.
Reina now seemed to have diluted her usual dull temperament due to the aura of joy.
To be honest, she looks kind of tempting now.

Oh my god, could this silly Lei be corrupted? This was the first thought that came to Zhou Yun’s mind.

He quietly placed his fingers on the pocket tornado,

"Guess!" Lena said to Zhou Yun with her eyes wide open.

Zhou Yun could even smell the faint fragrance on her body and see her hair soaked with sweat.
It was Slaanesh! The Slaanesh spirit wanted to corrupt this healthy and optimistic young man of the Empire.

Murderous intent flashed in Zhou Yun's eyes in an instant.

"wait wait wait!"

The murderous intent in Zhou Yun's eyes frightened Reina, who quickly stepped back and took out a.
Model?

A model of a starship?

Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment when he looked at the roughly painted plastic starship model in Lena's hand.

"If you don't want to guess, then don't guess. Why do you still want to do it?" Lena said with lingering fear.

Zhou Yun carefully examined the plastic starship model that was roughly painted like a child's work.

It was a golden starship, slender and beautiful, with a huge scarlet eye stone at the front and golden wings decorated at both ends.

"What is this?" Zhou Yun asked in surprise.

"It's the Red Tear!" said Lena.

"It's the Red Tear!" said the winged figure in the white light.

Zhou Yun blinked in confusion.

"It's the Archangel's flagship, the great Glorious Queen-class battleship Red Tear!"

Reina held up the starship model in her hand and said excitedly:

“This is what I used to do with my mom when I was a kid!”

"I buried it under a steel plate in Area 9, and I didn't expect it to still be there!"

Oh, it turned out to be the model of the Glorious Queen-class battleship Red Tear of Sanguinius.

Seeing that not-so-clever aura in Lena had returned, Zhou Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this idiot has not been corrupted.

"You followed Nama Karl today. Did you find anything?" "Mrs. Nama Karl is the same as yesterday. Everything is normal."

Reina shook her head and said:

"Oh, but I have determined her movements."

"The factory where she works will have to work overtime to ship out a batch of weapons tomorrow. She will be in charge of the calculations, so no one will be at home tomorrow night."

"You plan to take action tomorrow?"

Zhou Yun frowned and handed over the file he got from Augustus Flax:

"Look at this."

Lena blinked and took the file bag from Zhou Yun.

She opened it and was surprised:
"Mrs. Nama's file is so detailed? Where did you get it from?"

"I have my own channels. Take a closer look." Zhou Yun said to Lena.

Then he turned his head and looked at the wall.

There is a calendar hanging on the wall.
Not only does it mark the local calendar of Asford, but it also carries the calendar of Terra.

This is because some of the Empire's festivals are based on the Terran calendar.
For example, the Feast of Sanguinius is a festival in the twelfth month of the Terran calendar.

Zhou Yun was very familiar with the Terra calendar, which was the Gregorian calendar from long ago.

According to the Terran calendar, tomorrow is October 10th.

It has a nine in it, but it's not a day as extreme as September 9th.

If it really was September 9th, Zhou Yun would probably recite "Remembering the Fighting Brothers on September 9th" and would never take any action tomorrow.

But on October 9, it seemed like Zhou Yun was a little nervous.

For ease of calculation, it is also noted below what day of the year tomorrow will be according to the Terran calendar.

"October 10th, the 9nd day of the year."

“It doesn’t seem strange.”

Zhou Yun touched his chin.
There is only one nine among these numbers, and 282 is not a multiple of nine.

387, 420, 489, blood coins, prayers in years, October , days.
These strings of numbers intertwined and echoed in Zhou Yun's mind.

But Zhou Yun couldn't find any pattern in it.

Some of these numbers are multiples of nine, some contain nine, and some have nothing to do with nine at all.

Nine is the sacred number of Tzeentch.
If He really used mathematics to spread corruption, He should have used nine.
After all, other numbers are likely to lead to other chaos gods and cause interference.

Zhou Yun even considered whether to write the number seven on his body to represent Nurgle, in order to fight back against Tzeentch.
"Well, I feel like there's nothing wrong with this information." Reina said, pointing to the file in her hand.

"In this file, I saw a woman who was so pious that she was willing to roll up most of her savings, a wife whose husband died for the empire, and a kind lady."

"She does have a unique interest in mathematics, but it doesn't make one suspect that she's been corrupted, does it?"

Zhou Yun listened to Reina's words and was silent for a while.

It is impossible for the fool Lei to be corrupted by Tzeentch. After all, her IQ is not high enough, so what she said should be true.

Is it really that Zhou Yun is too sensitive?

Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in the white light in the corner of his eye: "What do you think?"

"No signs of corruption have been found, at least not yet."

The winged figure in the white light whispered:

"But corruption is always subtle and covert."

"Until the beginning of the Heresy, who could have imagined that so many Primarchs and Astartes would be corrupted?"

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(End of this chapter)