Chapter 5 The Church

This afternoon, the two were sitting in the living room drinking coffee made by old Albert himself, while listening to him explain some German human geography and customs, and the door of the suite was knocked softly.

Chen Mo motioned to old Albert to sit, put down the cup by himself, got up and opened the door.

Outside the door, a young white guy held three boxes and smiled at Chen Mo: "Sir, this is your custom-made clothes in our store."

A few days ago, Chen Mo took Albert to a nearby tailor shop and leather shoe store to order several sets of clothes and shoes, and left the address of the hotel. The shoes were delivered long ago, and the clothes were just finished today.

Chen Mo turned to let the young man enter the room, and pointed to the table in the living room, "You've worked hard, just put it there."

After paying the tip and sending off the happy apprentice in the tailor shop, Chen Mo returned to the table with three boxes, one large and two small, and handed him the box with Albert's name on it. Chen Mo opened the box with his own name on it, and The biggest box, Chen Mo, didn't move.

Two suits of black wool fabric were neatly stacked in the box. The British tailors were very skilled, with exquisite materials and exquisite workmanship. Chen Mo looked at the dark gray suit in old Albert's hand and shook his head helplessly.

"How's it going? Eddie. Go back to your room and try it out and see what's the difference."

"Fortunately, it's not bad in Liverpool. But I still think that I was better." Old Albert looked at the workmanship of the clothes and said solemnly.

The old artist also has an arrogant side. He always insists that the clothes made by the tailors here are not good. He would rather continue to wear his somewhat worn dark gray suit. .

Chen Mo thought that he was out of preference for his own country's tailors, so he didn't say much, and returned to the room with two boxes, one large and one small.

After closing the door, Chen Mo put the suit box aside and opened the larger box.

After checking the contents, Chen Mo nodded with satisfaction and left a set of clothes. Chen Mo put the other things back and put the box into the space.

When Albert put on new clothes and returned to the living room, the sight in front of him made him stunned in place, and he almost cried out in shock.

The other "Albert" was sitting on the sofa and looking at himself at this time, with the same clothes and the same appearance, Albert felt that his brain was a little insufficient.

However, the old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life quickly calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

As if it was a recording playback, "Albert" on the sofa spoke, and his voice turned out to be exactly the same as his own. Old Eddie's brain was even more confused, but the whole person became more defensive, and his eyes began to become sharp.

Seeing that the simple-minded old Albert was fooled by himself, it was time to draw the knife and face each other. Chen Mo smiled and took off the mask on his head, "Haha! How is it? Eddie, I did it according to your appearance. ,Look like?"

Chen Mo threw the mask over. Old Albert, who had just recovered from the sudden change in the situation, caught the mask in a hurry, and carefully looked at it, "What is this thing... made of? It looks real. I was completely deceived by you just now."

"Silicone, wigs, and paints took me a lot of effort and tried many times to make them." Silicone was invented as early as the end of the 19th century, and the craftsmanship was very mature during this period. The meticulously decorated, without touching, you can't find the difference.

"It's amazing! But what about your voice? How is it exactly like me?" Albert thought of another question.

"It's as simple as controlling the vocal folds to change the articulation area and adjust the way the mouth and nose make sounds.

"In reality, many imitation show actors can imitate the stars as real, which is even less of a problem for Chen Mo, who has strong body control.

Chen Mo stayed in Liverpool for a month, and the time entered February 1942. It was time to leave.

This morning, Chen Mo quietly left the hotel in the thick fog. He left $10,000 to the old Albert on the table in the living room. After a short time together, Chen Mo was very fond of this strict, generous and open-minded old man. His careful and meticulous teaching also helped Chen Mo a lot, and he was naturally willing to help him.

This amount of money was nothing to Chen Mo, but it was a huge sum of money at the time, enough for old Albert to spend the rest of his life in peace.

It's just a pity that there is no more coffee made by old Albert himself. Chen Mo shook his head a little reluctantly, and left Liverpool with these regrets.

...

March 1942

tonsberg, norway

In a remote town on the outskirts sits an old and modest church that houses the tomb of the Norwegian royal family.

Norway has been occupied by Germany at this time, but the night in this remote town is still quiet and peaceful.

It's a pity that this tranquility was soon broken. A huge tank with a height of three floors and a length of tens of meters roared into the town. Where the tracks pressed, the neat stone slabs shattered, and the surrounding houses shook. stand up.

The giant steel monster-like tank passed through the small square in the town, drove all the way to the church, and rammed straight into the gate. The tall and heavy wooden gate collapsed together with the surrounding stone walls, and the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing the scene inside. came out.

In the small space, several thick gray stone pillars were erected to support the circular vault of the church. Ancient and mysterious frescoes were carved on the surrounding walls, and a heavy and simple sarcophagus was placed in the middle of the church.

There was only a gray-bearded old man in the church, and a civilian who was silent under the collapsed stones.

A group of soldiers filed in from the collapsed gate. Six of them quickly took up positions in every corner, armed with guns. The team leader led the remaining three soldiers to the sarcophagus and tried to open the sarcophagus.

A domineering black six-wheeled off-road sports car slowly stopped at the entrance of the church, a tall and cold figure stepped out of the car, and the black and bright military boots stepped on the hard stone road, making a "da" "da" sound , heavy and depressing. Wearing a black military trench coat, he is majestic and oppressive, his cold face is slightly stiff, and his cold eyes reveal a hint of tyranny and madness.

The officer walked into the church slowly, and the soldiers inside quickly stood at attention and saluted.

"It took me a long time to find this place, I really have to praise you." The officer's cold face was expressionless, "Help him up."

A soldier quickly pulled the old man up. Facing this sudden change, the old man seemed a little panicked.

"I think you are a visionary, we are very similar." The officer said while helping the old man tidy up the messy clothes, but the emotionless voice made one's heart chill.

"We don't look alike at all." Although he was flustered, the old man was not afraid to give in.

"Really? But what other people see as superstition, you and I both think it's science." The officer looked into the old man's eyes and said.

"What you're looking for doesn't exist." The old man's voice trembled.

"Then why bother to hide it." Seemingly impatient, the officer took off his hat and handed it to his subordinates, and walked to the sarcophagus.

Pressing the coffin lid with both hands and pushing it hard, the sarcophagus, which several soldiers could not move even with all their strength, was easily pushed open by the officer. As the heavy coffin lid fell to the ground, all the contents inside were revealed.