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

Chapter 292 The FBI thinks the Pope is senile.
Amidst gasps of horror, the Pope recounted the life of Hong Xiuquan.

The uproar throughout St. Peter's Square never ceased.

The devout believers were plunged into deep despair and doubt.

Some people squatted down, burying their faces in their hands and weeping: "Impossible! How could God have a son of the Celestial Empire?"

Someone angrily raised their arms and shouted, "This is heresy! Down with the Pope!"

Many pizzas floated in the air above the square.

Delulu looked at the excited crowd with satisfaction.

"Italians really love pizza, they even use pizza to express their support for the Pope. I've learned something new again."

Chinese tourists watching the spectacle noticed that the Asian bodyguard wearing sunglasses standing on the stands looked somewhat familiar.

"That person looks like Hong Xiuquan! And the muscular old man next to him looks a lot like God in the painting."

Countless cameras were pointed at the windows of St. Peter's Basilica, and news anchors were excitedly broadcasting their reports.

"Breaking news! The Pope has just announced that God has another child, and he is the legitimate son of Hong Xiuquan, the leader of the peasant uprising in the Celestial Empire in the 18th century. This news is truly astonishing."

Human joys and sorrows are not shared at this moment.

Lee Ki was still covering his mouth and chuckling.

The man next to him had already taken off his shirt and was swinging it around like a meteor hammer, swearing all the while, revealing a full-back Jesus tattoo.

The Pope quietly withdrew amidst the chaos.

Dailulu waved goodbye to the audience with lingering reluctance.

"That's right! It's me, I am Hong Xiuquan, meow! The believers are so enthusiastic, meow."

Fortunately, the noise was so loud that it drowned out her voice.

A slice of pizza was thrown up, and Delulu caught it with a quick flick of her head.

"Thank you for your kind words, the pizza is delicious, meow. It would be even better if there was pineapple and durian, meow."

Delulu and the others escorted the Pope back behind the scenes, where a red wall blocked his way.

The cardinals' eyes were like countless swords pointed at the Pope.

"Your Holiness, we need an explanation."

The Pope solemnly replied, "This is the will of the Lord and Jesus, and I have no right to disobey it."

The slightly younger bishop said righteously, "We don't believe you."

However, several of the most prestigious bishops had already made way for the Pope.

Amidst the astonished gazes of others, the Pope left without saying another word.

His back was shrouded in mystery; no one knew what he was thinking.

The young bishop asked, "Why don't you question him?"

The older bishop explained, “There are many things in this world that are beyond your imagination. The principle in the Church is that the Pope’s words are not to be questioned. He has his reasons for doing things.”

As the Pope walked to the outer perimeter, two FBI agents came to greet him.

The other party showed their identification.

"Excuse me, Your Holiness. We have some questions regarding the details of your kidnapping yesterday. We hope you can cooperate."

"Since when did the FBI take charge of law and order in Rome?"

"It's about file number 0525."

The Pope's face darkened: "Let's talk inside."

The Pope led the agents into his office.

Dailulu and the others had no interest in this, so they left on their own to meet up with Li Ji.

"I want to see His Highness the Crown Prince's reaction when I get back this time, meow."

The Pope sat down on the sofa and asked in a low voice, "Is the 0525 file about the Red Dwarf Saint?"

“That’s right. We suspect that the little black boy who kidnapped you yesterday is a member of this extreme cult.”

"What evidence do you have?" "He's a little boy."

silence.

The Pope waited for further developments, but nothing came; he remained silent.

"That's it? Any little boy who commits a crime becomes a Red Dwarf Saint? You can go back to the South Side of Chicago, there are Red Dwarf Saints everywhere there."

"But he is black."

"The South Side of Chicago too. I come from there, and nobody knows Chicago better than me."

“What I mean is that he, like the vampire boy, is a young Black boy with outstanding physical abilities and professional skills.”

"That's right, the Black boys in Chicago's South Side are also very physically fit and skilled. They can run 100 meters in under 12 seconds after leaving the supermarket, and they have been proficient in using firearms since they were three years old."

The detective touched his thinning hair with a headache.

He was already very dissatisfied with the Pope's outrageous remarks about Hong Xiuquan.

Now he's talking nonsense to himself about a little black boy in Chicago, as if he can't understand human language.

"What I mean is that this person is suspicious and could very well be like the vampire boy."

The Pope corrected him, saying, "What I mean is that you, as law enforcement agencies, cannot draw conclusions without sufficient evidence."

"This is just the direction of our suspicions. How we investigate is our business. We just hope you can reveal what happened that day."

“I have told the Rome police everything without holding anything back. You can go and get the statement. I have no other information.”

"Let me ask you first, after returning to the Vatican after the kidnapping case was over, did you see any strange sights?"

The Pope instantly recalled the events of the previous night, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Have."

The detective excitedly flipped open his notebook, pen pressed against the paper, ready to pounce.

Have you seen a suspicious-looking Asian man?

The Pope felt a burning sensation on his cheek.

"Have."

The agent was so excited that his breathing became rapid: "That's great. Tell me what happened."

“I met the Lord and Jesus.”

"what?"

"And there was also Hong Xiuquan, the second son of God, and Ms. Wang, God's principal wife."

"what?"

The two detectives looked at each other in bewilderment.

They strongly suspected that the pope before them was suffering from dementia, or had gone mad from the shock of yesterday.

But out of professional ethics, they forced themselves to remain silent and asked, "Could you elaborate on the specific details?"

The Pope shook his head: "I'm sorry, you're not of the right rank. I only discuss these matters with the heads of the FBI or CIA."

The agent loosened his clenched fist and forced a smile: "Sorry to bother you, I'll contact my superiors right away and arrange it as soon as possible."

The two hurriedly left the Pope's office, with the accompanying agent complaining all the way: "He's just an old madman. To announce in front of everyone that God has a second son, his words are completely worthless now."

"Whether it has value or not is not up to us to decide. Let's just leave this mess to the bureau chief."

He called FBI Director Cash and gave a report on what had happened in the Vatican.

Cash scratched his head in anguish: "I saw it on TV, it was insane. I think the old man might have gone mad too."

"I will arrange a meeting as soon as possible, and the head of the CIA will also be present."

The detective asked with concern, "Chief, is this necessary?"

"Whether it's necessary or not is not up to us. Let's just leave this mess to the president."

Cash hung up the phone, watched the Pope's segment on the news, and couldn't stop laughing.

(End of this chapter)