"Why do you think that?" Kim didn't understand.

"I don't want to be a giant, and I don't mind being a thug.

I'm a lot older, I don't have any special obsessions, I always want to walk around and look around.

Of course, the most important thing is that I want to return to Middle-earth after death. Mrs. Gao said with a complicated expression.

"Do you really believe it?" Kim was surprised.

Why not? For the great gods, it is not a particularly difficult skill to contain souls, such as Odin's Valhalla.

According to Gaia's degree of favor for the Hansen clan, it is not impossible to hand over the right of soul reincarnation to her. "The old lady Gao is in the way.

"Is there really Valhalla?" Kim was skeptical.

"Hey, hey, it's rare and weird. Do you know what I was going through? Mrs. Gao asked with a strange smile.

"You are a female general in the last years of the Ming Dynasty?"

"Hey, forget it, general, it's just a bandit who eats for a living." Mrs. Gao waved her hand and said with a smile: "However, heroes emerge from troubled times, and in that era, I also saw a few heroes who were qualified to enter Valhalla. ”

"You saw Valhalla descend on Earth, and Odin selected powerful warrior souls?" Kim felt as if he was listening to a myth.

Mrs. Gao showed a look of recollection, half loud, and sighed: "I can't see it, and I am not qualified, but there are dying people who have refused Odin's call.

Chinese people, pay attention to the soil for peace, return to their hometown. I listened to him too, and I believed him. ”

"Then you want to ...... too"

Jin He thought of Mrs. Gao's situation and couldn't help but hesitate.

Mrs. Gao didn't mind, nodded and said, "That's right, I am a believer in the beast, so at the moment of my death, my soul will be taken away by the black sky and sent into the beast's trough."

So, I don't want to die, and I can't die. ”

"Ding Dong!"

The doorbell rang and he pushed it open, and Nobunaga walked in slowly with a happy and sad expression.

"It's finished?" Jin He asked with a faint expression.

After a moment of silence, Nobunaga nodded, "I, Langley, Jimmy, and even Bullseye will—"

Jin He raised his hand to interrupt him and said solemnly: "Don't tell me, I don't know anything and I don't want to know." ”

Suddenly, another two months have passed, and Manhattan in April is the spring season, which is suitable for spring hunting and wild outings, but Jennifer is puzzled and finds that her daughter seems to be too "unaware of spring sleep".

"Maya, what's going on with you? It's almost 9 o'clock now. Jennifer ran to Maya's room, lifted the quilt to reveal her daughter's fluffy head, and asked suspiciously.

"Isn't it Saturday?" Maya rolled over, leaning on the pillow with her face and muttering.

"But it's not your day, it's been like this for the last two months... You weren't sleepy at all, were you? What's more, he has become a god now. Jennifer asked.

"I'm busy with the affairs of the underworld, involving the entire universe... It's so complex and so big that it's far beyond what I could have imagined. Moreover, I am not consuming energy, but the law... Forget it, you just think I'm too tired from work! ”

As she said, Hansen's cosmic underworld plan, the problem is so complicated that it makes her scalp tingle.

Especially two of them, first, if the underworld is allowed to form a centripetal force, that is, how to attract lonely souls and wild ghosts to take refuge.

Secondly, how souls from all over the universe reach her underworld.

The universe is hundreds of billions of light-years in diameter, and not every soul is strong enough to be able to project stars, maybe they will be caught and swallowed by the demon god halfway.

"Since you didn't notice my lethargy on the first day, why did you come over and disturb me today?" Maya asked in a muffled voice.

"There's an appointment at half-past nine in the morning, and I think you should go."

Jennifer said as she opened Maya's closet and began to pick out clothes for her.

Once, when she was still living in a small apartment, Maya's boudoir was less than ten square meters, and when she put down a bed and a study desk, there was only room for stretching her waist.

Clothes or something, seasonal clothes are stuffed in the box, the box is stuffed under the bed, and the seasonal change of clothes is pulled on a rope and hung at the head of the bed.

Now that she is spacious, her bedroom alone has 80 square meters, and even if there is a king-sized bed, there is finally room for a girly wardrobe.

"Where are you going?" Maya realized something wasn't right and sat up and asked.

"Sweden, Royal Hunting Grounds."

It is true that the sign of the hunting ground is hung, but in April, where is the day of hunting?

Therefore, a group of people rode horses, "booming" under the clear blue sky, strolling on the valley road full of mountains and flowers.

The Swedish royal family, plus three or five Nobel Prize committee bigwigs, accompanied the Mayan family for two hours.

At noon, everyone went down to roast game in person, and consciously left space for King Augusta and Maya.

"Hey, Maya, I invite you to come over this time, in addition to catching up on the past, I mainly hope that you will help the Nobel Prize that is about to go bankrupt." The old king looked embarrassed.

"Why are you going to go bankrupt?" Maya was surprised.

"In order to maintain and appreciate its value, the Nobel legacy is mostly to buy some similar energy, real estate, mining, etc. Alas, the world is moving so fast that what was once absolute hard currency is now worthless. The old king sighed.

"This is simple, the Nobel Prize has dedicated nearly 100 years to the people of the earth, and it must not go bankrupt. I would buy those shares at three times the original price. Maya promised.

"Ah, thank you, Maya." The old king was overjoyed and thanked him again and again.

Then, his face turned bitter again, and he sighed: "The prize money is settled, but the reputation and status of the Nobel Prize are about to go bankrupt." ”

"How so? In any case, the Nobel Prize is also the first award on the earth, and if the earth's civilization is not destroyed, the status of the Nobel Prize will be guaranteed? Maya wondered.

"Alas, Maya, you have also won the Nobel Prize twice, you should know that the Nobel Prize gives out gold medals, and the price of gold now... Just a week ago, Stark Corporation launched a device called the Stark Ultraphoton Pulse Detector, which can be called a prospecting artifact.

A few hundred meters of rock formations seem to be transparent glass.

Gold may not have lost its status as a precious metal, but its price has become completely democratic. ”

The corners of Maya's mouth twitched, Tony was so shameless, isn't the photon pulser the patent of the Skrull people? That's the Stark label?

The old king continued: "This is one, and second, even if we don't issue gold medals and change them to beautiful knives, but in the interstellar era, American knives are too niche.

To put it simply, the American knife is worthless and unattractive, and the fame of the Nobel Prize ......

The Nobel Prize may be the most famous award on Earth, but out of the solar system, who knows?

Recently, a lot of scientists have been submitting articles to Consular Street, and they seem to be publicizing the Extraterrestrial Technology Prize. ”

"Scientists also want to go out of the earth and achieve interstellarization?" The corners of Maya's mouth twitched.

The old king nodded silently and sighed: "Maya, although the Men in Black Science and Technology Advisory Group will review the manuscript, and the top-secret scientific research materials will not be lost, the award has played a role in guiding the direction. ”

For the first time, Maya looked solemn.

The old king is right, the most essential purpose of the award is to incentive, but the role of incentive is to guide.

For example, if the earth wants to develop superconductors, then let the Nobel Prize committee award several more prizes to scientists who study superconductors.

Other scientists who want to win awards will naturally focus more on superconductor research.

-- This is an academic macro-control.