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Chapter 113 Schemes and Intrigues from All Sides (7K Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

It was past four in the morning, and Richard still couldn't fall asleep.

After his physique reached 18, he seemed to gradually lose sleep, becoming more and more like an undead creature that never tires.

"Fine." Richard could only sit up dejectedly. He couldn't sleep in bed, which only made him feel worse.

He didn't want to read anymore, so he continued scrolling through his phone.

During this period, the Princeton Christmas shooting swept across the United States.

All media outlets are vying to report on the Princeton shooting, and there are more and more videos online, most of which are various forms of RIP memorials.

Some people have already started offering flowers, lighting candles, and praying at the church entrance.

A typical North American coward's three-piece set. Richard scoffed at it.

Both of the public shootings he witnessed occurred in places related to students.

American guns are indeed like stationery.

Especially Cole-Barnes, if you're so capable, why don't you shoot at the security at the cell lab? What's the point of running into the school chapel and killing teachers and students?

Richard came across a viral video.

These are two YouTubers named Mark and Rob, with millions of followers, whom Richard has been following for a while.

Their videos mainly consist of debunking various hardcore scientific myths.

My favorite thing to do is to debunk all kinds of superstitions.

For example, jumping from a height of 10,000 meters to prove the flat earth theory, testing that a car door's steel plate cannot stop a handgun bullet, and making a bulletproof trap to dismantle a self-defense scam by an internet celebrity, etc.

Mark is a NASA engineer with exceptional hands-on skills.

Robert is a former magician who is best at dissecting human tricks, psychological suggestion, and prop tricks.

The two of them would often tear apart various religious gimmicks, false miracles, and theatrical religious performances online.

The Princeton shooting miracle, being the most talked-about miracle recently, naturally attracted their attention.

At the beginning of the video.

The two set up a scene that resembled Princeton Chapel, with a bunch of mannequin corpses lying haphazardly on the ground.

Rob plays the gunman, wielding a Remington 870 shotgun identical to the gunman's.

Mark plays Debbie, wearing a funny white dress.

He cried out in an exaggerated manner, "Don't kill me!"

Like a Terminator, Rob coldly aimed a shot at Mark and fired.

"No!" Mark screamed.

Click!

The trigger won't go down.

Rob gestured to the camera, indicating that he couldn't press the button; his fingernails had turned white from pressing so hard.

Then he aimed at a mannequin next to him.

boom!

The rubber bullet was fired and hit the dummy squarely in the chest.

He then turned his attention to Mark.

click!

It's stuck again.

Mark then began to mimic the actions of a saint casting a spell.

Rob raised his gun again to signal to the camera.

Then it was aimed at another dummy in the audience.

boom!

The gun can still be fired normally.

This happened three times in a row.

"Alright, viewers, Saint Mark has just performed three miracles for you. Quickly pray for her blessings!"

Mark stood up and, grinning, made an exaggerated gesture of blessing at the screen.

The opening edit ends here.

Netizens flooded the comments section with messages like, "Wow, is that really possible? How did he do it? It's amazing!"

"A miracle has occurred again?"

"Is this fake?"

The video then returns to the workshop where the two often record videos.

Mark was still wearing that saintly dress, with a white veil on his head, which looked rather comical, like a bride.

Robert was still carrying the gun, and next to him sat a slightly overweight middle-aged man, probably an expert.

"Hi guys!"

"Hello everyone! We are Mark and Rob!"

"Rob and Mark!" The two argued briefly over the order of their names as usual, and then the show officially began.

Mark briefly describes the miracle of the Princeton shooting.

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"...The gun won't fire if it's in a certain position, but it will fire from a different angle. This isn't a miracle." Rob showed the gun in his hand. The camera zoomed in, showing his finger was pressed white, but he still hadn't pulled the trigger.

"...but by simply adjusting the horizontal angle of the muzzle, rubber bullets can be fired."

"We spoke with several survivors ourselves and learned about the positioning at the scene. Saint Debbie was lying on the ground out of fear, while the gunman was standing. So, when the gunman shot her, he had to lower the barrel of his gun, like this..."

"The bullets simply won't fire. This is physics, not some saintly act. We request a detailed explanation from Mr. Kent, the Rifle Association's firearms expert."

The fat man next to me was a gun expert. He began to explain methodically: "Sometimes, just a little wear and tear on some mechanical parts can lead to all sorts of strange problems. For example, this gun—a Remington 870, just like the one the shooter has." He disassembled the gun completely, showing a spot on the trigger that had been thinned by 0.2 millimeters, and three or four other adjustments.

"That's how this gun works. When you hold the gun horizontally, the bullet can be fired. But when you point the muzzle downwards like this, it's easy for it to jam. It's just a very basic principle of physics."

"This gun is exactly the same as the shotgun the gunman uses, only it's new. I only machine-ground four spots to achieve this effect. The gunman, Cole-Barnes, bought his gun on the black market; it's heavily worn, so it's perfectly normal for it to have all sorts of strange problems..."

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Rob reloaded the gun, loaded a rubber bullet, gestured on the screen, and then couldn't press the button on Mark, who was sitting on the ground.

Sure enough, it got stuck.

Mark grinned: "Look, I've pulled off another miracle..."

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"The advantage of physics is that anyone can verify it. If your gun has wear in certain specific areas, and I only wore away 0.2 millimeters, it could cause this effect. I'll put the specific details in the comments section."

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However, I must remind everyone that imitation is risky. If, due to various strange miracles and coincidences, the bullet actually fires, we will not be held responsible. If you wish to experiment, please use a dummy if possible...

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Mark chimed in, "Yeah, after all, you don't have a saint like me."

At the end of the video, Rob says, "In the next episode, we'll go straight to the Princeton memorial service. We'll bring this gun and, in front of the saint, conduct the experiment again. See you there!"

Mark, standing nearby, jokingly shouted, "Miracles never arrive late!"

The video ended amidst laughter and playful banter.

Richard was somewhat impressed. Rob and Mark were indeed ruthless; they had somehow managed to get a gun expert to develop a shooting method that could reproduce a shooting error.

He opened the comments section, and there they actually shared detailed data on how to polish the parts. By simply following the instructions, one could make a "miracle gun".

A netizen named "BigGun" was so bored that he started polishing something in his garage, claiming that he would shoot himself in the head after he finished polishing it. A group of netizens were waiting to see what would happen.

This video capitalized on the combined popularity of the Princeton Christmas shooting and Debbie's miracle, easily garnering millions of views and receiving a flood of likes and comments.

"The saint's miracle allowed these people to demonstrate it in a three-minute video."

"So the Holy Maiden is from the Cult of the Machine God."

A person who called himself a "former Catholic" messaged: "We need to believe in something, but physics is right."

Some Catholic believers lost their temper and started arguing with him fiercely.

The "former Catholic believer" is quite a formidable person, getting into a heated argument with the comments section.

Richard sees this as a point where the Catholic Church's left and right hemispheres clash.

In modern society, you cannot enjoy the technological benefits of modern society on the one hand, and say that God has given us everything on the other.

For example, someone might be lying in an air-conditioned room saying that God invented electricity to punish humanity, but this thing is already in your phone. How do you explain that?

Mark looked at the video's comment section with a smug smile.

Rob then examined the data panel with seriousness.

"The data performance this time is excellent, with high numbers of views and likes, which is great."

He also grabbed all the trending words in the comments section, mainly including "physics", "stuck", "miracle my ass", "former Catholic believer" and "miracle gun", which seemed normal and didn't attack the two of them much.

However, the highest score was "Debbie is so pretty."

Okay, that's normal.

After checking and finding no problems, Rob said with relief, "The whole country is watching this memorial service. I heard that senators, representatives, and other big shots will be there, and even the president will send a special envoy. How could we possibly bring a gun in?"

Mark said, "Don't worry."

He pulled a brand-new check from his pocket, which had the huge number "250,000" written on it.

He and Rob each received $250,000; that's the price of this video.

There was also Kent, a firearms expert, who was specially provided by the owner of the check.

They make videos and only earn a few hundred thousand dollars a year, so each person can't even get 10 dollars.

50 is enough for two people to work for three years!

Mark lit a cigar smugly and put it in his mouth: "The owner of this check will get us in! He's a big shot in Washington!"

"Won't we get arrested by the police?" Rob asked, somewhat worried.

"What are you afraid of? They're just rubber bullets, they won't hurt anyone. Besides... it would be great if we got arrested by the police."

"The photographer will take pictures of our miserable state and put them online, then we'll be famous!" Mark laughed unrestrainedly.

Rob hesitated.

They've been to many high-profile events and exposed many so-called spiritual mediums in person, but to cause trouble in front of congressmen, high-ranking officials, governors, and police chiefs, frankly, feels a bit like dancing on a grave.

Rob looked at his $250,000 check again and hardened his heart.

Worth it!

Let's give it our all!

Anyway, even if they arrest us on the spot, it'll only be a few days in jail, and it'll just cause more controversy and generate more traffic!

Robert then asked, "Have any believers come to curse us?"

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"Yes!" Mark laughed arrogantly. "A bunch of incompetent good-for-nothings, worshipping some useless false god all day long. They can't do anything but curse us, they can only watch helplessly as we expose the true face of their damn saintess. Oh, and she's just a cheerleader! Hahaha!"

Washington National Cathedral.

Foster's sharp eyebrows were incredibly fierce as he hung up the phone.

He was alone in his study, looking at the bill. In just one day, he had spent $500 million on public relations.

Rob and Mark were the most expensive, spending half a million.

The second one is a blog with 20 followers, run by a long-time skeptical blogger named Fabian, a professional writer.

He delves into the deconstruction of supernatural religions, miracles, and supernatural legends.

Unlike Mark and Robert, Fabian's style is very rigorous; his articles can even be read as academic papers.

Fabian extensively analyzed various coincidences, psychological amplification, and embellishment of so-called miracles in history. He has an extremely strong ability to examine texts and is particularly good at rummaging through archives and finding loopholes.

Fabian attacked both the Starling Miracle and the Shooting Miracle simultaneously.

The article is still being written, and it's a little slow.

However, Fabian will analyze this matter from a more rigorous and scientific perspective, which will have a more profound impact.

Foster didn't think there was anything wrong with his archbishop trading with these people.

It's all about self-interest.

Foster sneered.

He doesn't believe in any of that bullshit about miracles or God.

Sitting in his position, he's seen all sorts of swindles and deceptions.

How many miracles has the Catholic Church performed in the name of faith? How many unspeakable things has it done?

In his view, Debbie was nothing more than another religious performance show, no different from street magic or the Super Bowl or NBA.

There is no difference.

It was just a meticulously prepared show!

He let out a cold, disdainful snort.

Since Sawyer wants to become a cardinal through a little girl, then I will destroy this little girl!

He stood up.

The chair legs smacked against the carpet with a dull thud.

He pushed aside a bookshelf that covered an entire wall and stepped into the dark room.

A young man, probably in his early twenties, sat in the dark room. He was very thin, with his hands on his knees, and looked very nervous.

Upon hearing Foster's voice, the young man quickly stood up.

Because he moved so fast, he knocked over the chair.

The young man hurriedly helped the chair up.

Foster frowned imperceptibly and sat down opposite the young man.

The young man dared not sit down and could only stand in front of Foster, his fingers twisted together.

Foster did not speak.

The young man asked anxiously, "Will you make me a bishop?"

The room was so quiet that Foster could clearly hear him swallowing.

What a stupid guy.

Foster's gaze was gentle yet firm: "A bishop is God's shepherd." He paused, "But—I am not qualified to appoint bishops, no one is qualified to appoint them, it is God's choice."

The young man's face showed anxiety and unease.

Foster smiled slightly: "However, I can give you the necessary assistance."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, but was also somewhat worried, wondering if Foster would keep his promise in the future.

He was just a member of the choir, his family was very poor, and he wanted to make a name for himself in the Catholic Church, but it was taking too long, and he was unwilling to wait any longer!

"Thank you, Archbishop."

"No need for that." Foster raised his hand. "So, Milo, are you ready to speak out what you've seen at the memorial service?"

"This..." Milo was still somewhat hesitant.

Foster took out an envelope and placed it on the table.

Milo immediately snatched it, opened it, and found a check inside. The amount on it made him ecstatic.

"I will, I definitely will." He gritted his teeth, his breathing becoming heavy.

"If she really is a saint, why doesn't she protect us!"

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Milo mustered his courage.

He has been a Catholic since childhood, and the criticism of the saint caused him enormous psychological pressure.

Nobody knows whether Debbie was really the chosen one.

but..

The check is real, and the archbishop's promise is real!

"Very good!" Foster smiled with satisfaction.

The Princeton shooting was one of the deadliest school shootings in recent years, and its status as a top Ivy League school, with many children of wealthy and powerful families, caused a huge uproar in the United States.

The impact of this event far exceeded Richard's expectations.

Starting today, all public high schools, universities, and federal buildings will fly their flags at half-mast for seven days.

Before the memorial service even began, a struggle for various resources had already started.

He didn't know what method Sawyer used to snatch the right to preside over the memorial service on behalf of the Catholic Church from the Archbishop of New Jersey.

Some bloggers were live-streaming the event, and Richard could see that the entire Princeton University campus had been placed under temporary control and was under police restraint.

A little after six o'clock, Catherine and Debbie got up and started getting ready for makeup.

Sawyer sent his chief of staff and stylist again.

Debbie will be the star of today's show.

Richard leisurely looked at the guest list that Sawyer had sent to Debbie.

The president, chairman, and all professors of Princeton University will naturally attend the meeting.

The governors of New Jersey and New York, along with governors from four or five neighboring states, will be present.

There is also a long list of political figures, including state legislators, city councilors, federal senators, and representatives.

The White House even sent a special envoy from the President.

Security was extremely tight, with layers of protection from the FBI, state police, and Princeton campus police.

Debbie wasn't used to waking up early; she was drowsy and her head was nodding.

The head of protocol explained, "You will need to follow these procedures at the time—"

The stylist circled around the back of Debbie's head.

Today's makeup was simple and plain, and Richard didn't know what was so good about that simple hairstyle. The stylist had been working on his hair for half an hour and it wasn't finished yet.

Richard continued scrolling through his phone and came across another article.

"Two Miracles, Two Loopholes: A Step-by-Step Analysis of the Physics and Bird Behavior Flaws in the Princeton Shooting," by Fabian.

This is a very rigorous analysis of miracles.

In a society like the United States, it's perfectly normal for there to be both religious and anti-religious people.

Generally speaking, not many people read articles with such rigorous analysis; they are too dry.

The article had already garnered over 100,000 views in less than an hour after its publication, which is clearly abnormal and suggests manipulation in the background.

Richard checked out other posts by this blogger named Fabian.

The extremely high proportion of likes and saves indicates that it is popular among highly educated individuals.

However, the average page view is only around 10,000 to 20,000, but this article got 100,000 views in just one hour!

Richard narrowed his eyes and opened the article.

"...Starlings are the most skilled birds in the world at coordinated flight, bar none. Their flocking reaction speed is ten times faster than humans. If one bird turns, the entire flock will turn in unison within 0.3 seconds. If one bird darts toward a target, the others will follow. Sometimes, a bird might change direction for very specific reasons, such as the shadow of an eagle, a gunshot, or even a sudden heatwave, causing the entire flock to follow in an instant. There have been a total of 138 historical instances of startled flight caused by starling flocks, 13 of which remain unexplained."

"There were many people in front of St. Carlisle Church on the day of the incident. And starlings are extremely vengeful birds. Perhaps Mr. Gordon did something to the starlings unintentionally that aroused their hatred. For example, disturbing two birds from mating, accidentally stepping on and killing a chick, or even sometimes, the position of a person might be regarded by the starlings as an invasion of their territory."

"For this reason, I specifically consulted Professor Bishop of Princeton University, an animal behaviorist. Professor Bishop was supportive of this view, saying that rather than a mystical miracle, he believed it was a normal flocking of starlings that simply resulted in an seemingly unusual outcome..."

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"In the miraculous shooting incident, the shotgun in question had a failure rate of approximately 1 in 2300 in the civilian market. With increased firing rate..."

This number increases dramatically when the barrel overheats or ammunition batches are of inconsistent quality. Cole-Barnes purchased the gun on the black market; its previous owner is unknown, and its maintenance record is estimated to be zero. He fired continuously during the shooting. Under these conditions, poor maintenance significantly increases the probability of firearm malfunction...

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"Sometimes, survivors' memories are highly selective. If a bullet hits the wall next to you, you might remember that bullet almost killed you." This is a stress response under high pressure, and it's perfectly normal.

"Third, the reductio ad absurdum of the two miracles. If these two events were independent miracles, there might still be room for discussion. However, on the eve of Archbishop Sawyer's push for Debbie's canonization, two consecutive miracles just happened to occur to Debbie. Even a simple elementary math calculation shows that the probability of this is incredibly low. I'm not saying that Archbishop Sawyer orchestrated these two miracles," but we must consider the probability of such events.

"In short, Debbie's supporters keep repeating the same thing: if it's not a miracle, how do you explain two things happening to the same girl? My answer is, you've got it backwards. It's not because Debbie is a saint that two miracles happened, but because two coincidences happened that someone packaged her as a saint, or: someone planned to package her as a saint and then fabricated two coincidences!"

"If God truly chose that girl, there should be more miracles to come. I'll wait and see!"

It must be said that this person's writing skills are very strong and extremely persuasive.

Richard was almost convinced.

The comments section also proves this point.

"From cheerleaders to saints, Catholicism deserves my praise."

"I suggest you investigate Debbie's true background."

The most popular conspiracy theory was "Is corrupt cop Mike really her father?", with a group of people frantically liking and speculating below.

"I was a devout Catholic for twenty years. When I was pursuing my master's degree at seminary, I found many things inexplicable. I asked my professor why, and he said to just shut up and believe. Now I understand. Thanks to the internet, we have a microphone so that what we say can be heard by everyone."

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There are doctoral students studying birds who provide supplementary academic support.

Gun enthusiasts have released malfunction data about shotguns.

Some psychological experts have analyzed the phenomenon of memory reconstruction among shooting survivors from the perspective of trauma psychology.

Someone directly forwarded the video of Mark and Rob.

Of course, some people are also asking, "What's the name of the third female professor who presented a gift to Debbie? She's still got it."

A bunch of LSPs (Likely referring to people who are overly critical or unhelpful) are giving it a huge thumbs up and comment below.

A short while later, Richard came across four or five more similar videos with unusually high view counts. He looked up and said, "Catherine, something's not right online. Talk to Sawyer."

He didn't care whether Sawyer could be canonized, but Debbie had to become a saint.

This is to provide him with a continuous source of magical regeneration.

Queens Hospital, Plastic Surgery.

Spencer pushed open the door and walked into the office of Director Wesley-Ramsey.

The two exchanged a glance, said nothing, and went into the inner office, locking the door behind them.

Wesley pulled out a folder, his expression serious: "This is a record of the scrapped equipment that Daniel has handled and sold over the past six months."

His fingers tapped lightly on it.

"The last three batches were all sold to Katrina Clinic. I checked the delivery schedule from the shipping company, and the time and location match up."

Spencer grinned broadly: "Fantastic! With this, how can we not destroy him?"

Wesley took the documents back: "But you need to think this through. Everyone's reselling equipment, so you need to control the scope and not mess things up!"

Spencer said very firmly, "Of course. Are you scared? If he keeps selling like this, what will happen to your income? You're the director, and you're not even earning as much as him!"

That sentence was like a thorn in his side. Wesley squinted at the document.

There is a limit to the amount of equipment that hospitals can scrap each year.

Previously, the ceiling was too high, making it difficult to sell everything, so everyone got along relatively harmoniously.

The national economy has not been doing well in the past two years, and the budget is limited. The number of pieces of equipment sold each year is already small, not enough for everyone.

Daniel sold more, while others sold less, and all the commissions went into Daniel's pocket.

Because Daniel closed two big deals in a row, Wesley lost at least $30,000!

Moreover, the Katrina Clinic may be aiming for the high-end market, and it will need to purchase even more equipment in the future, which will only lead to greater losses for him.

Wesley took a breath and said sternly, "You must control the scope. It'll be a disaster if it spreads. The dean is doing it, you're doing it, everyone's doing it!"

"Don't worry," Spencer said confidently.

"You deleted everyone else's records, only keeping Daniel's transaction history. What's there to be afraid of? He's outrageous! He keeps luring hospital customers to Katrina's clinic; everyone hates him!"

Of course, that statement is pure fabrication.

Public hospitals are always overflowing with patients; appointments for plastic surgery are booked up for six months in advance. Having one more or one less patient doesn't make much of a difference.

Although Daniel picked out a group of mid-to-high-end customers, it was still no big deal for the hospital.

"Then it's decided. Send the message?"

"Send the message!"

The two applied for a new email address, took a photo, and attached it to the complaint letter. Neither of them signed the complaint letter.

The email was destined for the New York State Attorney General's Office Medical Fraud Investigation Team.

Spencer pressed the send button hard in front of the screen.

The two of them stared at the monitor at the same time, neither of them saying a word.

Once the emails were successfully delivered, Spencer immediately deleted the mailbox and formatted the hard drive.

"This matter ends here; it's no longer our concern."

OK.

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