Tomorrow

The first forty-nine chapters look up to the devil in the world

A group of lively young girls ran from a distance playfully, each of them looking young and fit, unlike the description of women in Daming's poems.

Most of the women in Daming's poems are weak and sick women. Sentimentality is their essence. If such women appear in life, they will only give men a feeling of pity and protection.

And the young girls in front of them all looked very vigorous, like the resurrection of Bernini's sculptures, looking healthy and beautiful.

Little Descartes' hand landed on a girl's thigh, and with a little effort, the girl's thigh immediately sank into a pit.

The naked girl chuckled and laughed, but little Descartes' eyes were extremely holy.

"It seems that Bernini's "Pluto and Prosepina" really makes sense. When the girl's legs are pinched hard, there will definitely be pits."

Little Descartes’ words full of artistic style made the girls a little disappointed, because they did not see the shyness or wildness of young people from Little Descartes.

Just when they were disappointed, Little Descartes grabbed a handful of silver coins from the purse and placed them in the hands of the most beautiful girl, gently saying, "You can divide it."

"The reward shouldn't be a silver coin!"

The young man with a feather in his hat said with jealousy.

Little Descartes said: "My gold coins are too few, not enough for them."

After speaking, he continued to move forward, and followed the flattering fat man into a luxurious bath.

The dome of the bath is very high, with intricate patterns on it, and the windows inlaid with stained glass are opened wide to allow more sunlight to penetrate in, and the interior becomes brighter and brighter.

The bath decoration is not sloppy either.

The four walls of the bathroom are inlaid with marble discs that are emitting brilliance. The Numidia marble inlaid in the Alexander marble flashes with dark light after being soaked in warm water.

The filtered hot water flowed out of the silver faucet, and finally poured into the slightly bluish bathtub.

There are carved beams and painted buildings in the bathhouse, and there are many exquisite statues. In the eyes of little Descartes, this place is not so much a bathhouse as a sculpture hall.

"You don't need to reward him with silver coins. Everything here actually belongs to you."

A brawny man with linen around his waist was standing in the bath, and when he saw that little Descartes was about to give the flattering fat man a few silver coins, he immediately stopped him.

Little Descartes remained unmoved, and still stubbornly rewarded the fat man with a silver coin.

"Don't you come down for a bath?"

The strong man invited little Descartes into the pool.

Little Descartes squatted on the edge of the pool and poked the water in the pool with his hand, and asked softly: "Has the tunnel been dug through?"

The brawny man smiled and said, "You don't need to dig, the Christians have done it for us, and it's here underground."

Little Descartes thoughtfully said: "Oh, yes, when Christians were not recognized, they could only be buried secretly in the huge sewers of Rome. I thought those sewers would have collapsed a long time ago. exist."

The brawny man said triumphantly: "Therefore, we will not refund the money you paid."

Little Descartes stood up and smiled gently: "No, that's what you deserve."

The strong man lifted a sealed box from the bath and placed it in front of Little Descartes and said, "I don't know why you dig such a passage, but I don't want to know about you big people.

What's in the box is the route map of the sewer. I walked through it six times and there was nothing wrong with it. "

Little Descartes said: "Take me again."

The brawny man hesitated and said: "The underground is too dirty. You should know that prostitutes are used to giving birth there and then discarding the baby there."

Little Descartes said: "Let's go."

The strong man slammed a fist on the water and yelled, "I just washed it... You are a noble person, why should you suffer such a crime?"

Little Descartes said: "I like the murals and sculptures created by Michelangelo, Raphael and others in St. Peter's Basilica."

The brawny man put on his clothes and said puzzledly: "Believers can visit."

Little Descartes said: "You know, only when you truly belong to yourself can you talk about love."

The brawny man looked at Little Descartes in disbelief for a long time, and finally said dullly: "You like it."

The two walked in a dark, damp, foul-smelling sewer. The strong man cursed loudly as he walked, while Little Descartes wore a thick mask with a carbon layer, quietly. Followed by.

The strong man said nothing wrong, this road can indeed lead to St. Peter's Basilica, and directly to the square of the church.

He stood at the end of the sewer, listening to the bell from the church, and once again determined that this was the destination, he slowly withdrew his stabbing sword.

Without the support of the stabbing sword, the burly man's corpse slowly slipped along the thick and wet stone wall of the sewer, and finally sat there quietly.

The stabbing sword passed through his brain, and the strong man died peacefully.

Little Descartes stood at the end of the sewer. Two steps forward was the Tiber River. From here, sewage poured down into the Tiber River and finally into the sea.

After finally determining the location of the gunpowder explosion, little Descartes left a mark on the hard rock wall with a stabbing sword, and then returned to the magnificent bathing place on the same path.

This time, he found a quiet bath and after washing his body carefully, he once again returned to a small manor in the carriage driven by the tired young man.

When he jumped out of the carriage, the boy was already dead.

Two farmer-like people quickly dragged away the corpse of the young man. Little Descartes flicked his finger, and a silver coin flew out and was caught by another tall man.

"Remove the person holding this silver coin. After the processing is complete, return my silver coin to me, target, bath."

The tall man bowed his head and left quickly.

Little Descartes looked at Zhang Liang who was fishing on the edge of the lake in the distance, and walked over.

"Tonight, you can install gunpowder."

Zhang Liang nodded and said: "The twelve cannons are already hidden across the Tiber River. The distance is a bit far away, but this is the only suitable method."

Little Descartes said: "No, there must be two or more artillery pieces no more than 500 meters away from the assassination target."

Zhang Liang said: "The artillery comes from Ottoman, and the quality of their artillery is good."

Little Descartes said: "I heard that Daming has a short blunderbuss artillery that can be quickly disassembled and installed, and equipped with powerful bombshells. I need this artillery to help me complete the first round of assassination, and then use the opposite side of the Tiber River. The Ottoman artillery bombardment will destroy the previous bombing point."

Zhang Liang looked at Little Descartes and said, "You should understand that the more you invest, the more flaws you have."

Little Descartes said: "The five thousand catties of gunpowder underground will destroy all traces."

Zhang Liang Tan Tan said: "Whatever you want, you are the planner."

Little Descartes said: "I have traveled all the places where I need to go these days. I want to arrange these short blunderbuss by myself and arrange their bombing points by myself. The only pity is that I have no way to test his accurate determination. , Can only be verified by calculation."

Zhang Liang looked at the sparkling lake and sighed: "There are three doors here. You can go to the vineyard to test your new toy."

Little Descartes smiled, took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it on Zhang Liang's mouth, then went to the tall barn, and only there was the condition to place three blunderbuss.

It was very late when little Descartes came home.

Mr. Descartes was calculating something while coughing. Little Descartes took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, which was filled with black paste.

He dug out a spoonful of paste from the bottle, melted it with warm water, and then took the bowl of soup into Mr. Descartes' room.

"Grandfather, after eating this, you won't be coughing anymore."

Descartes looked up at his grandson and smiled: "What is this?"

"Loquat cough ointment, a very useful medicine."

"What is a loquat?"

"A kind of plant, this plaster is boiled with the leaves of this plant, it is very effective for relieving cough."

Mr. Descartes thought about it, and found that he had never heard of a plant with such a slurred name. Seeing that Little Descartes had given him the soup medicine, he smiled and drank it.

"Very sweet."

"Yes, a lot of honey was added."

"Well, if this is considered medicine, you can take more."

Little Descartes picked up the manuscript paper on his grandfather's desk and glanced at it and said, "You have begun to study optics again?"

Mr. Descartes said: "You are like a gluttonous child. Grandfather's knowledge reserves are no longer enough for you to eat. You must get more spiritual food for you."

"It doesn't matter, I can wait, your body is the most important thing."

"No, your continuous improvement is the driving force for me to live."

Little Descartes nodded and saw his grandfather start to write again, so he put a blanket on his grandfather and left the study.

He tiptoedly pushed away little Emily's room, the little girl was already asleep.

Gently put the little girl's lotus-like arm back to the blanket, kissed her forehead again, and then tiptoed away.

His study is on the second floor.

After entering the study, he took off the thorn sword hanging from his waist, pulled the shining thorn sword out of the scabbard, wiped it carefully with a piece of cotton cloth, and placed it on the wide table.

After doing this, he washed his hands again with warm water, and then sat at the table. He used the hired servant to boil the water and make a cup of tea.

Looking at the tea leaves in the boiling water, they gradually stretched their veins, slowly sinking and floating, and muttered to myself: "I killed someone today. I killed two with my own hands. Seven people were also killed because of instructions.

It's weird~www.wuxiahere.com~ I thought I would panic when killing someone, and would have all kinds of uncomfortable reactions.

As a result, no, there was no uncomfortable reaction, but it made me a little excited...

It seems that what my mother said is not wrong, I was born a demon.

Mother, I forgive you for abandoning me now. It may be the right choice for you to let Emily follow you to heaven, because angels cannot be with demons.

However, I swear to you that I will not let Emily sink into hell.

Even if I become the fiercest demon in hell, I will definitely protect Emily and make her the happiest angel in heaven.

In three days, I will do the most horrifying event in European history. I will rekindle wars across Europe. I will let all disreputable wars erupt. I will let the flames from **** burn the world again. Again.

Only those who have experienced the flames of **** can know how precious the light of heaven is.

If this is the devil, I would rather stay in **** forever and look up to the world! "