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Chapter 135 How Big a Mess Can a Person Get Into? (10K Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Then everyone's eyes widened.

Is that how it's explained?

Who would believe such nonsense?

No adult who has ever worked would believe such nonsense.

However, Langdon said it so confidently, with the sincere smile typical of a public relations director on his face.

Atticus Fleming sat beside him, his cheeks twitching uncontrollably. No wonder he's the PR director; shameless!

I'm too concerned about saving face at work.

The other girls were completely dumbfounded.

Is this question even answerable like that?

Who could come up with such a ridiculous answer?

Langdon didn't dare linger on this question, fearing someone in the audience might realize what was going on and ask follow-up questions, so he quickly moved on to the next one: "So, after you join the cheerleading team, there will likely be a lot of cocktail parties and business dinners where you'll need to accompany sponsors individually. You'll inevitably encounter verbal harassment and physical contact. Can you maintain appropriate boundaries and uphold the team's image?"

This is a question that must be asked, as it is a public commitment to the Catholic Church.

If the fanatical Catholics believed that the Giants forced the Virgin Mary to drink with sponsors, they might just come to the stadium carrying a cross and smash it up.

Therefore, it's necessary to make things clear now to avoid future trouble for yourself.

Langdon had already figured out what to say.

Debbie said: I maintain the team's public relations, but I will also stick to my bottom line.

Langdon: We are the official cheerleading team, and we will protect the girls from danger.

Debbie, remembering Richard's requirements for her—"no drugs, no alcohol, no tattoos"—said into the microphone, "I can't drink, and I won't participate in these activities."

The scene was deathly silent.

Langdon's mind went blank.

You're here to select cheerleaders!

It's for selecting Super Bowl cheerleaders!

Not an elective nun!

It's perfectly normal for a saint not to drink alcohol, but you can't say that here!

Are you trying to make things difficult for me?

Langdon held back for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, a subtle hint of despair in his voice: "Hahaha! As expected of Her Highness the Saintess! You are the ultimate embodiment of piety and virtue, you are my glory!"

The scene was deathly silent.

Langdon's forehead was covered in cold sweat, which was clearly visible on the camera.

He was screaming inwardly, dealing with this girl was too difficult!

too difficult!

They didn't say a single polite word!

Is she really stupid?

Damn, how many questions are left?

Let's end all of this as soon as possible.

Actually, Debbie's idea was very simple.

Since I won't be selected anyway, I can answer however I want.

Those girls just now answered obediently according to the standard answers, and you still managed to criticize them terribly.

I'm following your lead, but all I can do is put myself in a difficult position.

It's better to just say whatever you want.

Langdon's answer completely stunned her. What did that mean?

You must be kidding me, right?

Debbie looked at Langdon warily.

What kind of scheme is this guy plotting?

He clearly told me to quit yesterday, but he's acting like this today?

He must be harboring malicious intentions!

Then, Langdon posed his third, meticulously prepared question: "If you pass the interview, you'll only be a substitute for the next two years. No solo shots, no fan meet-and-greets, no playing time—would you still want to stay on the team?"

This was a question Langdon specifically tailored for Debbie; he had asked other girls beforehand, which gave Debbie time to prepare.

Let's talk about the substitutes first, to give the audience some low expectations.

Then suddenly promote her to a permanent position; the contrast will be huge, and it will definitely have a positive effect!

This is also to satisfy the boss's requirements.

Debbie pouted, looked down into the microphone, and said, "I'm not a substitute, I'm going to play. I made a promise to a girl, and I have to dance on the Super Bowl field!"

Everyone at the scene was stunned.

Debbie really didn't tolerate Langdon at all, saying whatever she wanted the whole time.

God, please save me! Langdon just wanted to smash the microphone on the ground, stomp on it, and run out of the studio.

I never want to talk to the saintess again!

Let whoever wants to deal with her deal with her.

It's too difficult to get the MF (Master of Magic) version!

But Langdon did not smash the microphone.

He took a deep breath, his face regaining its admiring smile: "Excellent! I love girls like this—frank, straightforward, and poised. A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier, and a cheerleader who doesn't want to be on the field will never be a good cheerleader! No pretense, no affectation. God bless America, and everyone should strive to be the best and fight for their own glory! So, what are the opinions of the others here?"

Let's end this!

He didn't want to ask any more questions and turned to look at the judges on his left and right.

Cheerleading coach Edmund Black's lips twitched.

Since you've already said that, what other opinions can I possibly have?

He cleared his throat, spoke into the microphone with utmost sincerity, and said, "Debbie dances exceptionally well, the best of everyone! That's why I believe she should be on the audition list. I have no objection to Debbie passing the audition."

Elsa was incredulous.

Debbie danced the best?!

Are you speaking human language?

My idol, Edmund, is actually this kind of person!

Dead gay!

Atticus-Fleming chimed in: "I also think Debbie is a perfect fit for the Giants. We chose her as our logo. You know, I'm a devout Catholic."

You're a pious idiot!

The other two judges rolled their eyes and joined in the heated discussion, saying that choosing Debbie was a good choice, a great choice, and that Debbie should be chosen.

In New York, the measure of piety is whether you go to church on the weekend.

In the Giants, the measure of piety is whether or not you choose the Saintess.

The two standards just happened to coincide today.

The audience was stunned.

Even if you're guaranteed admission, you're being way too blatant about it. You're not even bothering to pretend anymore.

Langdon, that old fox, was arguing with Debbie online while secretly pulling strings to get her into the cheerleading squad.

The laughter from the audience was impossible to suppress.

The chat in the live stream was no longer discussing the girls' interview performances: "Hahaha! The biggest college admissions audition in the US!"

Interviewer: Let's not pretend anymore. We'd already decided to choose Debbie; the interview was just a formality!

"So you guys were putting on a show with the Catholic Church last night?"

"God: My saint wants to join the cheerleading squad, you guys decide what to do!"

The comments section was in an uproar.

Some people are accusing the Giants of rigging the game.

Some people accuse the Catholic Church of manipulating public opinion.

Some people took screenshots of the video of the flower ball falling and analyzed it frame by frame in an attempt to find a bug.

The three men—the Anglican, the Baptist, and the Evangelical—each looked increasingly grim.

They originally thought that hanging up the Protestant blank signboard was just to make the Catholics look good.

Now they finally understand that it was the Catholic Church that was going to teach the Protestants a lesson.

This is a Catholic conspiracy!

They chose a despicable Catholic saint under the cross of our Protestant glory.

This behavior is no less than NTR in person!

No one expected that after nearly a century of religious wars, the final decision on who was the legitimate ruler would be made by a reality show orchestrated by a Jewish businessman for ratings.

Shameless!

"David Hart!" The three of them gritted their teeth in hatred.

If you're going to choose Debbie, then choose her. Why drag us out as targets?

"It must have been the work of Catholic heretics!"

"Alright, then congratulations to Debbie Dixon!" Langdon shouted. "Debbie passed the interview and officially became a backup cheerleader for the Giants."

The words fell silent, and the dust settled.

Seven girls sat in place.

Some people's eyes reddened, and some lowered their heads in despair, their shoulders trembling.

They had worked incredibly hard to get to this point, putting in months of sweat and torment, only to be publicly interrogated under the spotlight, and ultimately lose to Debbie—something they simply couldn't accept.

Especially Elsa.

She was a Protestant.

She stood up from her chair, her voice almost cracking: "You cheated! Debbie! You cheated! Do you dare swear under the cross that you didn't cheat?"

Debbie's eyes lit up.

I can answer that!

During this period, the chief etiquette officer repeatedly reminded her how to deal with Protestant provocations in public.

For example, Protestants often use the argument that "the empty cross represents the resurrection of Jesus" to attack Catholic crucifixions.

In a normal job interview, for the first time she clearly knew how to respond!

She stood up from her chair, stared at Elsa, and recited the correct answer with righteous indignation: "I have no fear to swear before any cross, whether it be a suffering cross or an empty cross, it all points to the same Christ. My faith is not attached to the outward form of a symbol, but is rooted in the truth of His sacrifice and resurrection."

Langdon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

Sawyer did manage to teach her something; the cheerleader's brain can still hold some useful information.

After Debbie finished speaking, she glanced disdainfully at the empty cross on the wall.

She was born into a Catholic family and has never been interested in Protestantism.

Although the empty cross symbolizes the resurrection of Christ, she doesn't really agree with it.

She was indifferent to the church, but as miracles were repeatedly performed, people around her called her a saint, and she naturally became more interested in religion.

Then, she also developed some of her own understanding.

As a 17-year-old girl, and a cheerleader known for her ignorance in America, Debbie needs to start thinking!

Then, pointing to the empty cross, she said something that seemed insignificant to her: "But your heretical empty crosses... ugh! Blasphemy! I will not swear an oath under such a cross!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present gaped open, staring at Debbie in disbelief.

The word "heresy" is fine to say in private, and it's not a big deal to use it in online arguments.

However, saying it in public, especially as a prospective saintess, carries a completely different meaning!

Unfortunately, 17-year-old Debbie didn't understand the terrifying destructive power of such words.

Then, Richard, a student at the University of Tokyo who knew even less about Western religious history, also joined in.

A slight smirk played on his lips: "Since Debbie is going all out today, I'll give her another push and cement her position as the Saintess."

'

The magical hand reached out silently.

The makeshift nail that Langdon had hastily driven into the wooden wall today was not secure to begin with, and it was gently pulled by an invisible force.

In full view of everyone, the empty cross fell off the wall and crashed to the floor with a loud bang!

Click!

The empty cross split in two.

Huh? Debbie's fingers froze.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

It was truly deathly silent; there wasn't even a sound of breathing.

The entire venue seemed to have been paused.

Richard had never seen such a quiet venue before; even the air seemed to have frozen.

Oh no! Richard instinctively felt that he had made a terrible mistake.

All the cameras at the scene were focused on the broken cross.

Elsa, who had just forced Debbie to swear an oath under the empty cross, suddenly took a half step back, her face pale and her lips trembling.

The Irish and Italian-American conservative Catholic audience members instinctively stood up, their chests heaving violently.

Her words will be fulfilled by God!

The Protestant believers all stared blankly at the empty letterform.

Debbie said it was a symbol of heresy, and then the empty cross fell down and broke on its own.

This is not blasphemy, but the coming of divine judgment!

All the judges leaned forward, their mouths involuntarily agape, their eyes glazed over, and their fingers trembled slightly.

The girls' eyes were glazed over.

Dead silence.

Repressed.

Something seemed to be brewing in the air.

Richard's expression turned serious.

Suddenly, Langdon sprang up from his chair, not caring about anything else, and pointed at the camera, yelling, "Cut it off! Cut the camera off!"

The director then realized what was happening: "Oh! Right! Quick! Cut it off!!"

The live stream cut off immediately.

The live stream went black.

Millions of viewers watching the live stream fell silent; no one dared to utter a single word.

Millions of people fell silent for three seconds—a rare instance of collective downtime and silence in the history of live streaming.

Immediately afterwards, the screen was flooded with comments:

"??????"

"What just happened? How did it fall?"

"Nobody's touching it!!"

"The way the empty cross fell was so weird!"

"This is absolutely malicious editing! This is a Catholic conspiracy!"

"Equipment malfunction! Just like that light!"

"The evil giants! They're colluding with the Catholics!"

"He heard it! He heard it!"

"The Empty Cross should have been judged long ago!"

"God has confirmed the saint's words!"

"The true saint has descended! We will finally be saved!"

"This is a performance! It's artificial!"

The next second, the live stream was shut down.

No online video can be truly deleted, especially one with millions of viewers online.

Someone will eventually download it.

Soon, various slices were created and uploaded to the internet.

YouTube, airplanes, X, Facebook—all media outlets were overwhelmed by the massive influx of traffic.

Some extreme conservatives cheered, "Defend Her Highness the Saint!"

"The Holy Maiden's Judgment: The Empty Cross!"

Protestants cursed, "A terrible witch is instigating sectarian war!"

Some centrist liberals are calling for an end to "miracle-like brainwashing!"

"The Giants absolutely cannot let her play!"

"She is banned from appearing on any public stage again!"

"OH! FXXK!" David Hart jumped up as if his butt was on fire.

He couldn't sit still any longer.

Langdon, that bastard, went too far!

Can you smash a cross?

I asked you to create miracles for entertainment purposes, not to start a religious war!

David Hart picked up his phone and called the team manager immediately: "Send all the security personnel over there right now! Fully armed! There might be a riot!"

He spoke as he rushed out.

Completely disregarding the fact that she was wearing pajamas and barefoot.

This is a colossal wave capable of engulfing the entire group.

If not handled properly, he could be killed in his home by fanatics tomorrow.

David wanted a controlled forest fire, but Langdon detonated a nuclear bomb instead.

Damn Langdon!

The scene was in complete chaos.

Some people became so agitated that they wanted to kill the witch.

Someone was waving a bench to guard the saintess.

The two sides shoved each other into a chaotic mess.

The Giants' staff were at a loss.

Thankfully, Langdon still managed to stay rational: "Security! Quick! Call everyone over!"

His mind was about to explode, and he instinctively gave emergency instructions.

Security guards quickly entered the venue, separated the crowd, and pulled everyone out of the stadium.

One part of the cordon was set up to isolate and protect the broken cross as evidence of a miracle.

No one is allowed to touch or approach it.

Debbie was also surrounded by people, but they were all incredibly devout.

Faced with a living saint whose words carry the weight of law, even the toughest Texan wouldn't dare to raise his voice.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. Order will be restored shortly."

"Oh," Debbie said blankly.

She looked at her fingers, then at the empty cross.

WTF?

Am I really a saint?

In Richard's eyes, the flames of desire in everyone in the entire venue had undergone a tremendous change.

A few people had a burning flame of piety burning above their heads, like torches, and their faith in God burst forth.

For another group of people, the torch of hatred burned above their heads.

Most people's expressions were a complex mix of shock, fear, excitement, and tension.

To be honest, Richard was a little stunned by the sudden and huge change.

isn't it?

So what if he broke a cross?

To native Dongda students, it does seem a bit unlucky, but it doesn't seem like a big deal.

Why such a big reaction?

Do you guys have PTSD?

Richard asked Catherine softly, "Is it serious?"

Catherine's lips twitched. "My Lord is indeed not human; he knows absolutely nothing about religious history." She lowered her voice: "It's very serious, but it's not just us. The Vatican is in deep trouble. It could trigger violent clashes between extreme conservatives and other believers. The Vatican will face a difficult dilemma: either choose the saint with 'God's' backing, or choose secular believers."

"I see..." Richard looked around, a thought swirling in his mind.

How big of a mess can a person really make?

Fabian calmly watched the entire interview session.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced on his knees, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

His judgment was correct.

Debbie is a saint!

He was now 100% certain.

The Giants are unlikely to cooperate with Debbie to pull off a miracle of that magnitude. David Hart might consider Debbie's value from a business perspective, even at the risk of offending the Catholic Church to get her into the Super Bowl.

The first lighting was indeed a bit rough, probably just a little trick the Giants could come up with.

A floral ball is out of the question.

The shattering of the empty cross is a sign of God's judgment!

God's love for the saint has no limit and no boundaries; this is something only a father who spoils his daughter to the point of being unreasonable would do.

This action could very well cause a rift within the Catholic Church, and could even trigger a new era of religious wars.

Even if David Hart were crazy, he wouldn't dare to do something like that.

A storm of this magnitude could overturn not just a company, but even a small country.

Fabian opened the document and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

The title had already taken shape in his mind: Saint Debbie.

"When God proved Debbie Dixon's sanctity with an irrefutable miracle, shouldn't we reconsider the direction of Catholic policy? Shouldn't we take the preferences of young people seriously instead of clinging to outdated dogmas from thousands of years ago? Who wrote those doctrines? Were they really written by Christ himself, or have they been altered by generation after generation? If God was truly willing to smash an empty cross for a seventeen-year-old girl to join a cheerleading squad, it means that many things are different from His original intention..."

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His thoughts flowed like a spring, and he typed rapidly on the keyboard.

Evan Sanders sat in front of his computer in his study, his mouth agape. He tried to breathe, but it was as if he were a fish out of water, unable to take in a single breath.

His recently published article, that brilliant piece that dissected fixed-point light frame by frame, has been submerged in the live replay of the broken empty cross.

fake!

Must be fake!

I do not believe!

He began to tremble violently.

It's pointless for Evan to retract the article now; it has already been screenshotted and saved by countless people.

The comment section has been flooded with thousands of sarcastic remarks: "Evan! What do you have to say now?!"

"Evan! You will be punished by God!"

"You publicly mocked God's most beloved saint! Look at what God did for her!"

"You're finished, Evan!"

Evan was shaking like a leaf.

I have offended the saint!

I have offended the true saint!

I'm doomed!

Father Calvin stood alone in the sacristy of St. Carlisle Church, watching the live replay on his phone screen.

His expression was calm, but his knuckles were white from holding the phone.

He confirmed his judgment once again: Richard was present every time a miracle occurred.

No miracles ever occurred when Richard was not present.

Never!

O God, Ni's choice was truly unexpected.

But this time, the empty cross broke?

Calvin sighed deeply, looking at the blood-red setting sun as if he could see a storm about to break.

Irving put down his phone and knelt down to pray devoutly.

"Almighty God, I do not crave the praise, status, or glory of the world; I only seek to uphold the eternal truth revealed by God."

'

"...I entrust my entire destiny to Ni, and whatever the future holds—misunderstanding, imprisonment, or suffering—I am willing to bear witness to Ni's holiness and justice with my life."

Amen.

In just a few days, he had completely changed. Like an ascetic, he was dressed simply, with a thin face, but his eyes were shining with an increasingly bright light.

After finishing his prayer, Owen slowly raised his head: "Your Highness, I will remember your guidance! My hands are not only for prayer, but also for wielding weapons!"

His face was utterly serene, as if he were embarking on a truly bright path.

The three men—Anglican, Baptist, and Evangelical—watched the screen with trembling hands and feet.

Their faces were beyond ugly; they looked like frozen corpses in a morgue.

They stared intently at the empty cross broken in two on the screen until the image was cut off, their fingers clenching white on the sofa armrests.

"The saintess is trying to climb over us to get to the top! No wonder she put our crosses there, so that's why!" Dawson-Oswald said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

The symbolic meaning of this scene is all too obvious.

The saint stood up and shouted, and the empty cross fell to the ground.

One rises, one falls; one is righteous, one is wicked.

From then on, who wouldn't know which sect was orthodox?

Which one is heretical?

Grant Knight cursed angrily, "Damn Sawyer, how did he do that?"

Stanley Keaton closed his eyes and sighed. "This is not the time to talk about this. I anticipate facing questions from believers soon, and many pastors and churches will face enormous difficulties. We must find a solution."

Pope Celestine VI stared intently at the screen.

The room was completely silent; no one dared to speak.

Debbie's words, coupled with the divine revelation of the broken empty cross, directly put the Vatican in the spotlight.

His first reaction was not condemnation, but panic.

For the first time in decades, he didn't know how to deal with the predicament.

To deny Debbie is to deny the signs of God’s revelation.

To endorse Debbie would be tantamount to overturning the inclusive policy of the Second Vatican Council and tearing apart the modern church.

Either way, the consequences will be extremely serious.

His repeated tolerance of Debbie's capriciousness was not because he truly believed Debbie was a saint, but rather an attempt to leverage Debbie's influence to enhance the Vatican's influence in the United States.

Now....

Celestine remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Use the Vatican's red encrypted hotline to have the Vatican's Apostolic Ambassador to Washington immediately send back three key documents:

1. Live broadcast of the original high-definition recording, showing the cross breaking without cause and the saint publicly declaring the empty cross as heresy.

Complete video evidence of all the miracles.

"2. Briefings on public opinion from major parishes across the United States, public condemnations from the Protestant Union, and security alerts from the FBI."

"3. Emergency assessment report on the large-scale pilgrimage gatherings of conservative Catholics in the United States and the intensification of sectarian conflict."

"4. Briefing on all personnel involved with Debbie, all key personnel of the New York Giants, and all interviewees present at the scene."

"I need to see all the materials within 12 hours."

One person left in a hurry.

The atmosphere in the room was incredibly oppressive; no one dared to speak or express their opinions.

When it comes to matters of this level, everyone can only obey Sellers's arbitrary decisions.

"All Catholic priests and above worldwide are temporarily prohibited from commenting on this matter."

'

"The Vatican's Apostolic Ambassador to Washington immediately dispatched a special envoy to the Diocese of New York to conduct an on-site inspection of the Giants, and temporarily granted them permission to utilize all of the Church's believers and material resources in the United States..."

'

"Archbishop Sawyer of the New York Diocese will report all the details of this incident to me in 30 minutes."

""

"A top-secret meeting will be convened immediately in Paul's Chapel at the Apostolic Palace. All the core cardinals stationed in Rome must be present within one hour."

"This incident constitutes a major global crisis of faith for the Church. All private visits and activities of cardinals have been suspended. Four hours later, an unconventional emergency plenary meeting of cardinals worldwide was convened, and archbishops of all dioceses worldwide were notified to attend online as observers..."

""

Everyone got busy.

Selestine VI sat quietly.

This is indeed a huge storm, but it is also a huge opportunity.

If handled well, the Catholic Church can use this opportunity to completely suppress other denominations, and the number of Catholic believers can increase by at least one-third!

Even more!

If it is not managed properly, the Catholic Church will fall into internal division.

The period that follows will determine the distribution of religious influence over the next few decades.

Besides, could it be... that Debbie is a true saint?

He looked at the suffering Jesus on the cross and prayed silently.

Sawyer stared in disbelief at the television screen.

He was absolutely certain that Debbie was God's favorite saint.

You can do anything, without needing a reason, biblical basis, or doctrinal support.

For hundreds of years since the Wars of Religion, Catholicism and Protestantism have been locked in a fierce struggle, but when have they ever publicly smashed each other's empty crosses?

What does this mean now?

The Catholic saint smashed the Protestant cross with her own hands, which is God saying that your cross is a fake and your faith is an empty shell.

The symbolic meaning of this scene is truly immense!

From the perspective of Catholic orthodoxy, Debbie's actions were a direct denial of the Protestant cross, thus upholding the orthodoxy of Catholicism.

Protestants use an empty cross to symbolize "Jesus has risen from the dead," while Catholics use crucifixes to commemorate Christ's sacrifice.

Debbie's cry of "heretics!" and the falling of the cross signified that God himself had declared the foundation of their faith to be illusory.

This is God using the hand of the saint to vindicate the true cross!

Preserving images of the victims is the only way to remember the sacrifices.

Removing the image of suffering is an escape from sacrifice.

God allowed the false cross to fall to earth, because only the faith that remembers sacrifice is the path to truth.

Sawyer whispered the Lord's Prayer, then opened his eyes and looked at Debbie, who was frozen on the screen.

Miracles happen elsewhere, only once every ten years.

At Debbie's place?

Do whatever you want.

Is it really necessary to cause so much trouble just to get into the cheerleading squad?

God, you must have nothing better to do, right?

However, from Sawyer's perspective, he even began to doubt whether God would approve of whatever Debbie did.

Even if she urinated on His Holiness the Pope's neck, God would probably still say "good job urinating" in a show of affection.

God, please love her!

No, that idea is blasphemous!

Please forgive me, please forgive me.

"What do we do now?" Seth asked softly from the side, "Should we let her join the Giants?"

Sawyer sighed: "God has said to let her in, who dares to say no? God is the greatest."

Seth sensed something was off, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Just then, the assistant rushed in, flustered: "Archbishop, it's a phone call from the Vatican, a red encrypted line!"

Sawyer's face fell as he looked at his enormous belly.

If this continues, maybe I really will succeed in losing weight.

Thank you, Your Highness.

Thank you, Saint Debbie.

At the same time, a serious crisis of faith has occurred in various churches, especially monotheistic and Protestant denominations.

The Catholic faith's pronouncement was confirmed by a miracle!

What about their beliefs?

Is it fake?

Conservative Catholic groups across the country were thrilled and spontaneously gathered to pray, with some already making pilgrimages to New York.

Fortunately, state and local police responded promptly. Faced with a religious incident that could potentially escalate into a nationwide crisis, no one dared to slack off and immediately stopped the behavior, forcibly suppressing it.

David Hart acted swiftly, using his connections to quickly contact the New Jersey State Police and cordon off the Giants' location.

The first thing the police did upon arriving at the scene was to verify the cross's fixing structure, ropes, buckles, airflow at the scene, and vibration records.

Final conclusion: "No external force damage, no human intervention, no signs of equipment aging or breakage. It cannot be explained from a physical perspective."

""

At this point, David had dragged the New Jersey police into the mess.

Let me make this clear first, I'm not making this up; the New Jersey police can vouch for that!

After the police finished their inspection, some officers were even more confused, while others simply developed an unorthodox faith.

Led by the highest-ranking police superintendent present, everyone respectfully approached Debbie, bowed, offered blessings, and prayed.

Richard witnessed firsthand how many people were converted to believers on the spot.

Debbie was a little overwhelmed; the scene she'd created this time was far too big. She asked, "When can I go home?"

The police inspector said respectfully, "Your Highness, you may leave at any time. I will immediately send a special carriage to escort you back to the palace."

The Imperial Palace... Debbie was completely numb.

"No need, no need, we have a car."

"Okay, I will send police cars to clear the way, and the NYPD will cooperate and provide protection."

"Huh? Isn't that a bit too complicated?"

"You may not know, but there have been some riots in various places. Conservative... no, devout believers have spontaneously organized prayer gatherings and clashed with believers from other sects. To avoid some extremists threatening your life, it's best to be careful." The police inspector's speech became more refined.

He was eager to send this person back to New York as soon as possible. If he were really hurt by a hostile extremist, who knows if New Jersey would become a religious battleground tomorrow.

Hurry back to New York and let the NYPD have a headache!

Debbie shrank back: "That's too dangerous, okay..."

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A few minutes later, the three drove back, escorted by a convoy of police cars.

Debbie looked around blankly: "I feel like I've become the president..."

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Catherine glanced at her daughter in the rearview mirror and sighed.

Things were changing too fast, and she couldn't figure out how it would end up.

Upon entering New York City, the NYPD was already waiting. The New Jersey police, as if sending away a plague god, turned and ran after the handover, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Richard reluctantly turned off his phone as he neared home.

He finally understood the current situation.

This incident was entirely caused by his lack of understanding of church history.

During the Reformation Wars of the 16th century, Catholic extremists would loot Protestant churches and dismantle and burn Protestant religious artifacts, including empty crosses.

Conversely, radical Protestants might also smash Catholic crucifixes and statues of saints, which constitutes religious violence in chaotic times.

The impact of this war was extremely profound.

The Reformation officially began in 1517 when Martin Luther posted his Ninety-Five Theses, and lasted for 131 years until the signing of the Peace of Westphalia in 1648, which essentially ended the large-scale religious war between Catholics and Protestants.

During this period, multiple major battles were fought between the two sides, resulting in a total death toll exceeding ten million, the destruction of thousands of towns, and the loss of numerous medieval monasteries.

Churches, manors, mines, and mills were reduced to ruins.

Following the Second Vatican Council, the Catholic Church officially regarded Protestants as separate brothers and no longer permitted violence to desecrate each other's religious symbols.

Anyone who commits acts of violence that damage religious artifacts will be immediately expelled from the church and held accountable by the police.

However, in private, many extremely conservative and devout believers do not approve of the official decision, but are forced to back down due to the circumstances.

Simply put, these people's ancestors fought each other for over a hundred years over the question of whether there was an image of Jesus on the cross.

Debbie's actions today are tantamount to giving these people a fanatical buff, reigniting the flames of war.

The empty cross is broken!

Countless believers were immediately agitated, as if they had been transported back to the religious wars of the 16th century.

Oh dear, this has gotten out of hand. Richard sighed.

The waves have already been stirred up, and there's no way to suppress them now; we can only deal with them as they come.

However, there are advantages as well. Now, wherever Debbie appears, one can see the Apostolic Faith.

The NYPD convoy that received the car is now constantly sending out people with undetermined faith.

In any case, from today onwards, as long as I'm by Debbie's side, I won't lack magic points.

This can be considered as achieving the previously set goal.

His purpose today was to solidify Debbie's saintly status.

The results were just too good, better than he had expected.

Richard glanced at Debbie.

She was already lying on Richard's lap, fast asleep, her profile looking sweet and innocent, even cuter than when she was awake.

Since that's the case, why don't I help you become a true saint?

Aren't you believers always searching for that so-called God?

Then I'll make one for you!

Evan walked dejectedly into the yard and stared blankly at the sea.

The cool sea breeze cleared his mind, and the mysterious and unsettling feeling disappeared, as if he had returned to the real world.

With so many Catholics offended, God probably doesn't even notice me.

If you are more careful with your words and actions in the future, everything should be fine.

Evan comforted himself.

Gou Yibo.

The problem is not big.

From now on, I'll stay home as much as possible, avoid getting involved in religious matters, and focus on revising my book.

Making money is the most important thing!

The thought of the books being discontinued made him feel a pang of heartache again.

However, this financial pain also made Evan feel like he had finally returned to the real world.

Just then, my phone rang.

It turned out to be Emma Blanchard.

(Emma Blanchard: President of a fashion luxury brand in North America, a powerful woman, appears in Chapter 124, and is a member of the Historical Preservation Committee)

Evan composed himself and greeted her warmly, "Hi, Emma."

Emma said angrily, "Quentin signed it!"

"What? What do I need to sign?" Evan was completely baffled.

"He signed! Christina bought Aaron's house for only $500 million! They've signed! We can't stop it! Damn it, we've all been scammed!"

"WTF!" Evan was stunned by the sudden bad news. "Has Quentin gone mad?! Why would he sign that?! He'll suffer huge losses because of this! He owns the most houses!"

"I don't know! I suspect Christina bribed Quentin!" Emma was furious, but it was too late now.

Quentin signed the papers yesterday, keeping it a secret until the homeowners' association was notified just now. She only found out then: "The house has already started going through other procedures, and we can't stop it! That damn Quentin! He sold us out!"

The phone hangs up.

Evan was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged.

Suddenly, he remembered something: Christina was the one who bought the house; in reality, the house was bought on Richard's behalf.

Debbie's boyfriend is Richard.

If Richard moves in, Debbie will likely move in too...

Could I be living next to a real saint?

And I just cursed her out online?

"Oh my god!" Evan clutched his head, letting out a defeated howl, and cried out in utter terror, "No! I can't let him move in!"

But his howling had no effect.

The next morning, Evan saw a small tugboat towing a single-person ocean kayak.

The sailors moored the kayaks and tied them to the dock.

Evan asked, bewildered, "Why is it here?"

The sailor, not daring to offend these wealthy people, immediately explained politely, "Sir, this is a kayak your neighbor bought; he probably wants to try it out. This kayak is a top-of-the-line professional model made of carbon fiber, priced at $15999. You rich people are really wealthy, spending so much on a toy. I wish I could live in a place like this someday."

The sailor offered a compliment.

Evan was filled with despair.

Finished!

Richard is really coming!

The unfortunate Aaron family was busy with treatment and couldn't possibly buy this stuff.

Christina is too old to play.

It can only be Richard!

If Richard moves in with Debbie, he's doomed!

Evan was reminded that God's gaze was always fixed on Debbie, and that he could see himself with just a glance around.

He immediately felt like a rat exposed to the sun, filled with fear.

Evan was restless and distracted while revising the book. Then, at 10 a.m., a loud noise suddenly came from next door. Someone was sawing something!

Evan rushed into the yard and saw a group of workers sawing the 30-meter-tall red cedar trees between the two houses.

If you saw these things off, the noise from next door will easily come through.

Evan yelled, "WTF! What are you doing! Stop it right now!"

Several workers looked up, then stopped.

A foreman approached and politely said, "Hello sir, I received a work order from the homeowner of unit 1200 to cut down these trees. This is the property management's permit. It's 10 a.m. now, we can begin work. Don't worry! We'll be done quickly! The trees will be towed away, and your yard will definitely not be damaged! We are professionals!"

Is this a matter of professionalism or not?! Evan was dumbfounded and could only helplessly watch as the large tree between the two houses was cut down, revealing Aaron's house clearly.

Damn!

Evan stormed back to his study.

As a result, even sitting in the study, one can see into the next room through the glass.

His mood immediately plummeted.

Then he saw Richard casually appear in the yard.

Richard spotted him, smiled, waved, and actually greeted him!

FXXK!

Today was terrible!

Evan angrily drew the curtains shut.