Chapter 25 Church

While Azke muttered to himself, he subconsciously glanced at Quentin Cohen, as if he wanted to seek tips and get inspiration.

Cohen, whose eyes were sunken and his eyes were dark blue, shook his head without hesitation:

I have no impression.

…Okay, maybe it’s just the roots.Azk put down his left hand and laughed at himself.

Klein was a little disappointed with this result, but he couldn't help but add:

Tutor, Mr. Azke, you know, I am very interested in exploring and restoring the history of the Quaternary. If you think of anything or have received other information, can you write to me?

no problem.Because of today's events, senior associate professor Cohen with silver hair was quite satisfied with Klein.

Azk also nodded and said:

Your address is still the same as before?

For the time being, but moving is coming soon, I will write to you at that time.Klein answered respectfully.

Senior Associate Professor Cohen shook his black cane and said:

It should indeed be a better environment.

At this time, Klein glanced at the newspaper in Azke's hand and said carefully:

Mentor, Mr. Azke, what did the newspaper say about Welch and Naya?I only knew a little from the police officers in charge of the investigation.

Azker was waiting for an answer, but senior associate professor Cohen, who had not had many wrinkles, suddenly took out a pocket watch along the gold chain on the black Yàn tuxedo.

Click!

He pressed and looked forward and lit the cane:

The meeting is about to begin, Azk, we can't delay, give the newspaper to Moreti.

OKAzk handed Klein the newspaper he had turned over and we had to go upstairs. Remember to write a letter. Cohen and I have not changed. We are still in the office of the History Department of Hoy University, haha.

He smiled and turned around, leaving the room with Cohen.

Klein took off his hat and saluted, watching the two gentlemen leave, then bid farewell to the office owner Havingstone, and slowly walked out of the gate of the gray three-story building along the corridor.

In the sunshine, he lifted his cane, opened the newspaper, and saw that he looked up:

Tingen Morning Post.

Tingen has a lot of newspapers and magazines... Morning News, Evening News, Honest People's Daily, Beckland Daily, Tassok News, Family Magazine, Story Comments... Klein thought about it casually and seven or eight names appeared in his mind. Of course, some of them did not belong to the local area, and came from the distribution based on steam trains.

Today, with the increasing development of industrial papermaking and printing, the price of a newspaper has dropped to 1 pence, and the number of people it covers is becoming more and more widespread.

Klein didn't look at the other content carefully and soon found a report on the house robbery and murder located in the news version;

... According to the police department, the scene at Mr. Welch's home was terrible, and all gold, jewelry and banknotes were lost, as well as all valuable and easy-to-take items, and even copper pennies were not left. There is reason to believe that this is a group of cruel and vicious gangsters who would kill the innocent people who saw their appearance, such as Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya.

This is a trampling on the laws of the kingdom!This is a provocation to public safety!No one wants to encounter something like this!Of course, the good news is that the police department has locked in the murderer and caught the main culprit. We will provide follow-up reports as soon as possible.

Reporter, John Browning.

Having done the treatment and concealed Ah… Klein walked on the boulevard and nodded invisibly.

He flipped the newspaper casually, reading other news and serialized stories while walking.

Suddenly, all the hairs behind him stood up, as if thin needles were stabbed there.

Someone is watching me?Look at me?Monitor me?

One thought arises one by one, and Klein vaguely gains enlightenment.

While on Earth, he also felt the invisible gaze and finally discovered the source of his eyes, but he never responded as clearly as he is now, and the conclusion is clear!

The same thing happened in the original owner’s memory fragment!

Is it time travel or the strange fortune-telling ceremony that made my sixth sense stronger?

Klein resisted the urge to find the gazeman, learned to read novels, movies and TV series, slowly paused, put away the newspaper, and looked at the Hoy River.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head a little by little by little by looking at the scenery, and then turned naturally to see the surrounding situation.

There was no one here except trees, lawns and students passing by in the distance.

But Klein is sure that someone is still watching him!

this……

Klein's heart beat faster, and his blood squirted with the violent plop.

He unfolded the newspaper and half covered his face, for fear that someone would find out that his expression was wrong.

At the same time, he held his cane tightly and was ready to pull out his gun.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein moved forward slowly, just like before.

He still felt as if he was peeped and looked at, but there was no danger that suddenly broke out.

After walking through the boulevard with a slightly stiff body, he arrived at the waiting point of the public carriage, and was lucky to find that one happened to be coming.

Iron…Zot…No, Champagne Street.Klein has repeatedly denied his own ideas.

He initially planned to go home, but was afraid of leading the snoop who was unknown to the apartment, and then he wanted to go to Zotlan Street and ask for help from the night watchmen or colleagues, but he was worried that the other party was alerting the snake and letting himself take the initiative to expose himself, so he had to choose a place casually.

6p.The toll collector answered with great knowledge.

Klein did not bring the gold pounds out today, and placed them in the place where he was used to hiding money, and only took away two Sule's banknotes. He spent the same amount of money when he came before, and there was only 1 Sule's 6p left on him, so he took out all the coins and gave them to the toll collector.

After getting on the carriage, I found a seat to sit down, and as the door closed, Klein felt that the uneasiness of being watched finally disappeared!

He exhaled slowly, feeling his hands and feet trembling slightly.

what to do?

What should I do next?

Klein looked out the carriage window, thinking hard.

Without clarifying the purpose of the snoop, be regarded as malicious first!

One by one, one by one, Klein rejected it one by one. He had never experienced something like that, and it took him several minutes to find his idea.

You must notify the night watcher, only they can truly solve the problem!

But you can't go directly like this, it will be exposed. Perhaps this is exactly the other party's purpose...

Following this idea, Klein roughly formulated one plan after another, and his ideas gradually became clear.

call!

He exhaled the turbid air, restored his basic calm, and carefully looked at the sweeping view outside the window.

The accident did not happen until the carriage arrived at Champagne Street, but after Klein pushed the door and got out of the car, he immediately felt the uneasiness of being stared at and being watched again!

He pretended not to notice anything, took the newspaper, carried his cane, and walked slowly towards Zotlan Street.

However, instead of entering that street, he walked around to Red Moon Street on the back, where there was a beautiful white square and a steeply-topped cathedral!

Church of St. Selena!

The headquarters of the Goddess of the Night in Tingen!

As a believer, it is nothing strange to come to attend Mass on a rest day and pray.

The cathedral has a distinct earth-like Gothic style, with a black overall appearance, and a tall, mottled clock tower on the front facade. It is located on the huge central buttress between the red and blue lattice windows, inserting into the sky.

Klein walked into the church and walked along the aisle to the large prayer hall. Along the way, a small high window inlaid with fine blue and red patterns penetrated into rays of colored light, which was almost black and red like the moon, setting off the surroundings with extremely darkness.

The feeling of being watched disappeared again. Klein looked as usual, and he was no longer happy, and he came step by step outside the open large prayer hall.

There are no high windows here, and the deep darkness becomes the protagonist, but behind the arched holy platform, on the wall facing the gate, more than a dozen or twenty fists-sized round holes penetrate outward, allowing the brilliant, pure sunlight to shine in, condense and bright.

It was like a pedestrian in the dark night. He suddenly looked up, saw the starry sky, and saw the brilliance. It was so noble, so pure, so sacred.

Even though he had always believed that the gods could be studied and understood, Klein couldn't help but lower his head.

In the bishop's low and gentle sermon, he walked quietly on the aisle that separated the left and right seats, found a position that was unmanned and close to the access, and slowly sat down.

Resting the cane behind the chair in front, Klein took off his hat and placed it on his thighs with the newspaper, then held his hands against his drooping forehead.

He did the whole process slowly and in an orderly manner, just like he really came to pray.

Crane closed her eyes and listened quietly to the bishop's voice in the dark sight:

They were naked, without any clothes and food, and without any cover in the cold.

They were wet by the heavy rain, and because there was no place to hide, they hugged the rock tightly.

They are mothers whose children are taken away, orphans who have lost hope, and poor people who have been forced to leave the right path.

The night did not give up on them and gave them favor.

... (Note 1)

Echoes were superimposed, and the sound came into my ears. Klein's eyes were dark, and his heart felt as if he was being cleansed.

He calmly felt this until the bishop completed the sermon and ended the Mass.

The bishop opened the door to the confession room next to him, and gentlemen and ladies lined up.

Klein opened his eyes, put on his top hat, picked up his cane and newspaper, followed him up, and lined up in an orderly manner.

After more than twenty minutes, it was his turn.

Stepping in, closing the door with his backhand, Klein's eyes darkened again.

Child, what do you want to say?The bishop's voice came from behind the baffle made of wooden strips.

Klein took out the badge of the Seventh Group of Special Operations from his pocket and handed it to the bishop from the gap.

Someone is following me and I want to find Dunn Smith.As if he was stained with darkness, his tone became softer.

The bishop took the badge and was silent for a few seconds and said:

The door of the confession room was facing the right, to the bottom, there was a secret door next to it, and someone led the way after entering.

While speaking, he pulled a rope in the room, allowing a certain priest to hear the sound of the bell shaking.

Klein took back the badge, took off his hat, pressed it on his chest, bowed slightly, then turned around and pushed the door out.

After confirming that the feeling of being watched did not appear again, he put on his black half-tall hat again, holding the cane without any unnecessary expression on his face, turned to the right, and walked to the arched holy platform.

On the wall facing the side, he found the secret door, opened it silently, and flashed in.

The secret door was quietly closed, and a middle-aged man in a black priest's robe appeared in the light of the gas light, appearing in Klein's eyes.

What's the matter?The middle-aged priest asked briefly.

Klein showed his badge and repeated what he had just said to the bishop.

The middle-aged pastor stopped asking more questions, turned around and moved forward silently.

Klein nodded, stroked his hat, and followed quietly behind him with a black cane.

Rosanne said that to the crossroads to Chanis Gate, heading to the left is St. Selena's Church.

Note 1: Adapted from Chapter 24 of the Old Testament Job.