Chapter 25 The Church

While talking to himself, Azik subconsciously glanced at Quentin Cohen, as if he wanted to seek tips and inspiration.

With sunken eye sockets and dark blue eyes, Cohen shook his head without hesitation:

"I don't have the slightest impression."

"...Well, maybe it's just a similar root." Azik put down his left hand and laughed at himself.

Klein was slightly disappointed by such a result, but he couldn't help but add:

"Teacher, Mr. Azik, as you know, I am very interested in exploring and restoring the history of the Quaternary Epoch. If you think of anything, or have other information, can you write to me?"

"No problem." Because of today's events, the silver-haired Senior Associate Professor Cohen was quite satisfied with Klein.

Azik also nodded and said:

"Your address is the same as before?"

"For the time being, but I'm going to move soon. I'll write to you when that happens," Klein replied respectfully.

Senior Associate Professor Cohen shook his black cane and said:

"It really should be a better environment."

At this time, Klein glanced at the newspaper in Azik's hand, and said after deliberation:

"Teacher, Mr. Azik, what did the newspapers say about Welch and Naya? I only knew a little from the police in charge of the investigation before."

Azik was waiting for an answer, but Senior Associate Professor Cohen, who was not too wrinkled, suddenly took out a pocket watch along the gold chain on his black tuxedo.

pat!

He pressed it open, and then tapped his cane forward:

"The meeting is about to begin, Azik, we can't delay any longer, give Moretti the newspaper."

"Okay." Azik handed the finished newspaper to Klein, "We have to go upstairs, remember to write a letter, my address and Cohen's address have not changed, it is still the history department office of Hoy University, haha. "

He turned around with a smile, and left the room with Cohen.

Klein took off his hat and saluted, watched the two gentlemen leave, and then said goodbye to Haven Stone, the owner of the office, and slowly walked out the door of the gray three-story building along the corridor.

In the sunlight, he lifted his cane, unfolded the newspaper, and saw that he looked up:

"Tingen Morning News".

There are quite a lot of newspapers and magazines in Tingen... What morning, evening, honest, Backlund Daily, Tussock, family magazines, story reviews... Klein casually recalled, his mind Seven or eight names emerged, of course, some of which were not local and came from "distribution" based on steam trains

In today's increasingly developed industrial papermaking and printing, the price of a newspaper has dropped to 1 penny, and the coverage of the population has become wider and wider.

Klein didn't read the other content carefully, and quickly found the "Breaking Robbery and Murder" report on the "News Edition";

"...According to the police department, Mr. Welch's home, the scene was terrible, and all the gold, jewelry and banknotes, and all valuable and easy to take items were lost, not even copper pennies were left. Reasons to believe that this is a group of cruel and vicious gangsters, they will not hesitate to kill innocent people who see their appearance, such as Mr. Welch, such as Ms. Naya."

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

"Reporter, John Browning."

I've dealt with it and covered it up... Klein walked on the boulevard and nodded indistinctly.

He flipped through the newspaper and read other news and serialized stories while strolling.

Suddenly, all the cold hairs on his back stood up, as if there were thin needles stuck there.

Is someone watching me? sizing me up? spying on me?

One by one, a thought arises spontaneously,

Klein vaguely understood.

When he was on Earth, he had also felt the invisible gaze and finally discovered the source of the gaze, but he had never had such a clear response and a clear "conclusion"!

The same thing in the original owner's memory fragment is the same!

Was it time-travel, or did that strange "transportation ritual" make my "sixth sense" stronger?

Klein resisted the urge to look for someone watching, and learned from the novels, movies, and TV series he had read before slowly pausing, putting away the newspaper, and looking at the Hoy River.

Immediately after, he turned his head a little bit in the way of looking around at the scenery, and then turned around naturally to take in the surrounding situation.

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

However, Klein was sure that someone was still watching him!

This……

Klein's heart beat faster, and the blood flowed with the fierce thumping sound.

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

At the same time, he clenched his cane, ready to draw his gun.

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

The feeling of being spied on and being looked at is still the same, but there is no sudden outbreak of danger.

After walking along the boulevard with a slightly stiff body, he arrived at the waiting point for the public carriage. Luckily, he found that there was just one coming.

"Iron... Zotter... No, Champagne Street." Klein repeatedly denied his own thoughts.

He initially planned to go home directly, but he was afraid of leading the unintelligible snoopers to the apartment. Then, he wanted to go to Zoetland Street and ask the "Night Watchers" or colleagues for help, but he was worried that the other party was in the To frighten the snake, let myself take the initiative to expose, so I had to pick a random location.

"Six pence," the toll collector answered familiarly.

Klein didn't take the gold pounds out today, he put them in a place where he was used to hiding money, and only took two soles of banknotes. He also spent the same amount of money when he came before, and he just had one soli left on his body. 6p, so I took out all the coins and gave them to the toll collector.

After getting on the carriage, he found a seat and sat down. As the door closed, Klein felt that the uneasy feeling of being watched finally disappeared!

He exhaled slowly, only to feel his hands and feet trembling slightly.

What should I do?

What to do next?

Klein looked out the carriage window, trying his best to think of a way.

On the premise that the purpose of the snoopers is not clear, it is first regarded as malicious!

Thoughts emerged one by one, and they were rejected by Klein one by one. He had never experienced anything like this before, and it took him several minutes to find an idea.

The Nighthawks must be notified, and only they can really solve the trouble!

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

Following this line of thought, Klein roughly formulated one plan after another, and his ideas gradually became clearer.

call!

He exhaled turbid air, regained his basic calm, and carefully looked at the fast-swept scenery outside the window.

No accident happened until the carriage arrived at Champagne Street, but after Klein pushed the door and got out of the car, he immediately felt the uneasy feeling of being stared at!

He pretended not to notice anything, grabbed the newspaper, held his cane, and walked slowly towards Zoetland Street.

However, he did not enter that street, but went around to the Red Moon Street on the back, where there was a beautiful white square and a cathedral with a spire!

Church of St. Selena!

The headquarters of the Church of the Evernight in Tingen!

As a believer, there is nothing strange about coming to Mass and praying on a rest day.

The cathedral has an unmistakably Earth-like Gothic style, black overall, with a tall, mottled bell tower on the front façade, which is inserted into the sky above a huge central buttress between red and blue lattice windows.

Klein stepped into the church and walked along the aisle to the large prayer hall. Along the way, the narrow high windows inlaid with blue and red fine-grained patterns shone through wisps of light that had been dyed. The blue was almost black, and the red was like The moon made the surroundings extremely dark.

The feeling of being watched disappeared again. Klein's expression was as usual, but he didn't see any joy, and he stepped out of the large open prayer hall.

There are no high windows here, and the deep darkness has become the protagonist, but behind the arched holy platform, on the wall where the gate is directly opposite, dozens or twenty round holes the size of fists go out, allowing the brilliant, pure sun The radiance shines in, condensed and bright.

This is like a pedestrian in the dark night, suddenly looking up, seeing the starry sky, and seeing a bright light, it is so sublime, so pure, so sacred.

Even though he always thought that gods could be studied and understood, Klein couldn't help lowering his head.

In the low and gentle sermon of the bishop, he walked quietly on the aisle that separated the left and right seats, found a place where no one was near the passage, and sat down slowly.

Leaning his cane against the back of the chair in front, Klein took off his top hat, placed it on his thighs with the newspaper, and clasped his hands against his drooping forehead.

The whole process, he did it slowly and orderly, as if he had come to pray.

Klein closed his eyes and quietly listened to the bishop's voice in the dark eyes:

"They were naked, without food or clothing, and without cover in the cold."

"They were soaked in the heavy rain and clinging to the rock because there was no place to hide."

"They are mothers whose children have been taken away, they are orphans who have lost hope, they are poor people who have been driven from the right path."

"The night did not give up on them, but gave them favor."

... (Note 1)

The echoes were superimposed, and the sound was in his ears. Klein's eyes were dark, and his mind seemed to be cleaned.

He felt this calmly until the bishop finished his sermon and ended the mass.

The bishop opened the door of the confession room next to him, and a gentleman, a lady, lined up.

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

After more than twenty minutes, it was finally his turn.

Stepping in, closing the door with a backhand, Klein's eyes were dark again.

"Son, what do you want to say?" The bishop's voice came from behind the wooden slats.

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

"Someone is following me, I want to find Dunn Smith." As if suffocated by the darkness, his tone became softer.

The bishop took the badge and said after a few seconds of silence:

"The entrance of the confession room is to the right. At the end, there is a secret door next to it. After entering, someone will lead the way."

As he spoke, he pulled a rope in the room, so that a certain priest could hear the sound of the bell shaking.

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

After confirming that the feeling of being watched no longer appeared, he put on the black half-top hat again, held his cane without any extra expression on his face, turned to the right, and walked all the way to the arched altar.

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

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

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged pastor asked briefly.

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

The middle-aged priest didn't ask any more questions, turned around, and walked forward in silence.

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

Roxanne said that to the left of the intersection to the "Chanis Gate" is the Church of St. Selena.

Note 1: Adapted from the twenty-fourth chapter of the "Old Testament. The Book of Job".