It is an ancient church that seems to be in the Middle Ages, and the reason why it is said is as if it is because this is the land of Yukoku, and there is no possibility that there are any buildings that came from the Middle Ages.

But it's really beautiful, it's majestic, it's sacred, it's magnificent.

A beautiful curved ceiling made of marble, covered with sacred frescoes telling different biblical stories, clean and tidy passages, clean and tidy seats, clean and tidy clergy, clean and tidy altars......

A Caucasian old man dressed in civilian clothes walked through the gate of the normal believer, walked through the clean and tidy passageway, walked up to the clean and tidy altar, walked to the clean and tidy clergy, and came to the huge cross at the front of the church as if he were an ordinary believer, and prayed to the crucifixion of Jesus directly above the altar. Then he picked up a neat white candle from the table next to it, lit it, and walked over to a long table full of candles and stood on it.

I don't know when, an equally old priest in Chinese clothes has already stood by his side. In the Church, the priest's garment is clearly distinguishable, and the dress of this priest represents at least a high rank in a cardinal.

"Minister, I wonder what wind has brought you here?"

Old man, "Can't I be an ordinary believer?"

Father, "Others maybe, but you must not." Tell me, what's the matter?"

Old man, "The church has always been a friend of the government of Tong, right?"

"Of course. ”

A document was taken out of the bag that the old man was carrying and handed to the priest.

Old man, "So how is the church going to explain these things? And what is the church going to do?"

Father Huayi took the document and began to read it slowly, slowly frowning.

"The Church has nothing to do with this. ”

"That's what we're hoping for, but how are you going to explain it?" Don't tell me it doesn't exist. Although there is a problem with the means we have obtained, there is no problem with authenticity. Do you want to deny it?"

The priest was silent for a long time, "This will seriously damage the reputation of the church. ”

The old man, "Yes, yes, no, no." As long as it exists, it will always be proven true. The point is that we need an explanation, and we need to know what the church is going to do?"

"There is no evidence that any of us are involved in this!"

The old man, "It's okay, our people are investigating. They're all very stakes people, and they always do things I couldn't even imagine. So, I'm sure it will be confirmed!"

The priest was furious, "Are you here to inform us, are you going to do war against the Church, are you going to declare war on the Church?"

Old man, "Are you threatening me? If that's the case, we can only make public what we have to the whole country and the whole world." If that happens, it's not up to us to control what the outcome will be. But I believe it will be bad for the church. Do you want that option?"

Father, "Is this choice now in the Church's favor?"

"We can guarantee that we will not casually disclose the investigation to the outside world without the consent of the church, but we need to know what the facts are." We have to understand who committed the crime. And whoever sins will receive the punishment he deserves. Tang Guo is not just anyone's playground, you can play as you want, and you won't take any responsibility! This is our bottom line. ”

"We will investigate it ourselves and give you a satisfactory answer." And we can still owe a favor to the government of Tong, how about it?"

Old man, "Will you find out?"

Father, "Yes." ”

Old man, "For how long?"

Father, "Yes, it will take some time. ”

Old man, "We can't wait too long. And they've already done a tail-breaking operation, which has already cost us a lot of clues and opportunities. So if anything bad happens this time, we will immediately terminate the agreement with you and take action on our own. No problem, right?"

Priest, "Is this a threat?"

"No, that's the bottom line!" the old man touched his chest, "it's even more conscience." ”

The priest and the old man looked at each other for a long time, as if judging the old man's determination, and as if he was thinking about how he should deal with this matter.

"Well, I need to ask for advice. ”

Old man, "12 hours, only 12 hours! God bless you!"

The old man was gone, just as he came silently, and went silently.

The priest looked at the old man's back, shook his head, and turned to walk through a small door next to him.

…………………………

This is an ancient library, not an antique building on the Tang side, so this is not in the Tang country, but another country, a country that belongs to the Holy See.

It is a house of full historical age, flanked on either side by the kind of huge bookshelves that are several meters high, the kind of wooden bookshelves that seem to be as old as this house. But this house and the bookshelves are still not the oldest things in this house, in this building. Because there are some older books that are sitting quietly on these old, tall shelves.

A young man in a black robe was standing there with an ancient scroll made of parchment in his hands, reading it earnestly, just as countless young people in ancient times had shared the same quest for divine truth, and he was immersed in ancient and mysterious books. Until the white-haired old man, who was also dressed in a black robe, came to him, standing quietly in front of this young man who was trying to learn, and looked at him lovingly.

The black-robed young man raised his head with some feeling, and then bowed.

Young man, "Hello, teacher. ”

Old man, "Bartoro buys." ”

Young man, "Yes." Teacher, are you looking for me?"

"Bartholomew, you have always been my proudest student, you are so clever, so humble, and so knowledgeable. But this time, why?"

The young man was puzzled, "Teacher, thank you for your compliments. But I don't know what you're talking about?"

Old man, "The religious mysteries of the North Dorka sect are what you've been studying, right?

"Teacher, I have been studying the history and mysteries of various ancient sects here, and of course the Nordoka sect is among them. What new apocalyptic sects have emerged in Southern California? I'm sorry, I've been here all along, and I don't know what's going on out there. ”

Old man, "Bartoro buys." ”

The young man remained humble, "Yes. ”

Old man, "I'm disappointed in you. Many things are not denied by oneself, and can be treated as if they never happened. ”

A thick black notebook was placed in the monk's hand.

The old man, "I have a record here, and this record is enough to confirm that you have been active with the outside world a lot in the past two years, and not as you say, you have been staying here and have no contact with the outside world. ”

The young man didn't look at the notebook in his hand, just stunned for a moment, and then continued to maintain a humble attitude and a smiling expression.

The young man, "I'm sorry! I did get involved in this matter, but it was just some academic exchanges......"

Before he could finish speaking, another document was taken out by the old man.

Old man, "Have you secretly read this confidential document?" ”

The young man was stunned, "Yes! I have seen it secretly, but what does this mean?"

Old man, "The doomsday cultists were all screened from this document, didn't you? You thought you were stealthy enough, but alas, that's just what you think. ”

The young man suddenly realized, "I see, it seems that I really made enough mistakes at this point." ”

The young man sincerely and humbly bowed down and kissed the fingers of the old man's right hand, "I'm sorry!

The old man looked at the young man in front of him lovingly, "Bartolomai, you have always been my favorite student!

Young people, "Yes. I will never do it again. People inevitably make mistakes, and so does God, so God is merciful and He will forgive us. ”

Old man, "Bartoro buys." ”

Young man, "Yes, teacher!"

Old man, "I've always loved you." ”

The young man let out a sigh of relief, as if to interpret the old man's last words as the old man's final decision to forgive him.

The young man leaned down again and kissed the fingers of the old man's right hand, "I love you too." ”

The old man took one last look at the young man he had always loved, and then turned to leave.

The young man kept his eyes on the old man after he left and disappeared, as if he was thinking about something, and as if he regretted something.

Suddenly, a large, black-gloved hand grabbed his neck from behind. Young people try to struggle, but find that they can't move at all.

Then a syringe filled with clear liquid appeared in his eye, and then, in his incredulous gaze, pierced his cervical artery. The syringe was slowly pushed by a large black gloved hand, the clear liquid slowly disappeared, and the young man slowly quieted down.

Removing the syringe and carefully putting it into a black cloth bag, a figure behind the young man shrouded in darkness slowly lowered the young man to the ground.

The ancient, ancient book of ancient secrets of ancient times, slipped from the young man's hands and fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

The figure of the man, shrouded in darkness, had disappeared into the darkness.

Almost at the same time, in different places, people in black robes and black gloves appeared in front of different monastic monks in gray robes, and before they could react, they restrained them one by one, and then injected a tube of needle into their necks.

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A building belonging to the government, a building belonging to the national government, the cardinal archbishop of the Diocese of Tang Guo, dressed in fine clothes and noble status, was walking in the wide, bright corridor under the guidance of a female secretary in a beautiful office uniform, followed by two ordinary priests in black.

An old man in a black suit waited quietly for this noble guest at the door of his office, and as soon as he saw his appearance, he took two steps and came to him.

Old man, "As a devout believer, I should kiss the back of your hand, but as a high-ranking government official in the country of Tang, I can't ...... like this"

The old man said something insincere, expressing the fact that I would not bend down.

Fortunately, the Red Lord Archbishop, who was the old man's current opponent, had already thought of this, so he forgave the old man's rudeness on behalf of the Lord.

Cardinal, "I understand!"

Old man, "Thank you! Thank you, Lord!"

The old man invited the cardinal, who had visited him personally, into his office and brought him a glass of water.

"Welcome, Cardinal!"

Cardinal, "Let's talk about it secretly!"

As soon as the cardinal archbishop's words came out, two of his retinues walked out of the room simultaneously. The old man's secretary looked at his leader first, and the old man nodded to her, so she also walked out.

The door shut, and the old man looked at his honored guest.

The old man, "My friend, does it seem that there is good news for me?"

The cardinal sighed, "There was just a food poisoning incident at the church headquarters in the country of Vanther, and one cardinal candidate and 12 whiteclothed bishops accidentally died in this poisoning incident. ”

A clear slip was handed to the old man, and the old man took it naturally, and after carefully reading the list one by one, he smiled with satisfaction and looked at the cardinal archbishop.

Old man, "I'm so sorry. ”

The archbishop suddenly looked at the old man with a complicated gaze, "Among them is my teacher's favorite student. ”

Old man, "Bartoromai?"

Archbishop, "Yes. ”

Old man, "I really didn't expect it. But please be careful!"

The list was placed on the desk next to it, as if a matter had been over, a page had been turned, and the old man looked at the distinguished guest again.

Old man, "I don't know what the church is going to do, because we have a lot of things to deal with next." ”

Archbishop, "The Church will assign foundations under its control to provide humanitarian aid to the victims of the Doomsday Cult, but some churches and church assets must be returned to the church. ”

Old man, "The church is fine, it's useless for us to ask for those." But other assets can't do it, we also need state assistance to the victims of the case, to put it bluntly, it costs money, so they can't give it to you. ”

The archbishop thought about it and did not insist any longer, "What about the media and public opinion?"

"We won't reveal anything to the outside world, but the church should join us in standing up for the actions of the Doomsday Sect." ”

"There is no problem with this, tonight the voice of the Church will be heard." ”

The old man took a sip of water, as if he had finished talking about another important matter. The old man looked up again and looked at the old friend in front of him with a sly gaze.

Old man, "There is one more problem, and that is the boss of this Doomsday Sect event. Just as all cases need a criminal to put an end to it. This case needs a master culprit to put an end to all its stories. What is the arrangement of such a person and the church? I hope it will not be an unknown person, or the public and the media will not believe it. ”

The archbishop looked at the old man seriously again, "Are you threatening the church again?"

Old man, "No! I'm telling the truth. An imperfect story often causes great dissatisfaction among readers. And this dissatisfaction often causes some people to self-explore, investigate, analyze, and guess, so there will be a lot of unpredictable trouble. There are so many things like this, and there have been many of these lessons in the history of the FBI. So, a flawless story is important to us and to you. We—you don't want any more unpredictable trouble, do you?"

The archbishop lowered his head and thought for a while, although he felt that the old man in front of him was very reasonable, but he still had a feeling of falling into some kind of conspiracy or trap.

"Okay, right?" the archbishop, "just say what you think?"

The old man, "Tolsv, how's it going?" a perfect protagonist who can take on all the connotations of the story. ”

The archbishop was furious again, "Tolsf, you have truly fallen into the arms of the Lord!

The old man was not annoyed that the old friend in front of him rejected his opinion, "There is no problem. You can come up with your ideas, as long as the story is perfect, we have no opinion. However, since Tolsv has already served the Lord, he should have no objection to making a small sacrifice for the God he serves, right?"

Archbishop, "This matter has nothing to do with Tolsf!"

Old man, "I never said what he had to do with it. I also believe that Tolsv is innocent in this matter. But it's like choosing a leading actor for a movie that's destined to be a worldwide sensation, I'm just saying the perfect person in my heart. Of course, you can also come up with a plan for your candidate, and we can discuss this matter. ”

The old man smiled slyly, and the priest showed an angry expression.

Father, "Tolsv is innocent. ”

Old man, "I only admit that he is innocent in this matter, but in other things, in other people, he is never innocent!"

Father, "He has come into the arms of the Lord." ”

Old man, "So until now, we have no way to take him." But just as the Lord is there to help him when he needs it, can the Lord be faithful when he needs it? ”

The archbishop was silent for a long time, and suddenly looked up at the old man, "You are a demon. ”

Old man, "Anyway, I've already proposed a plan, you are free." But don't forget that you owe us a favor. ”

Archbishop, "A favor?"

Old man, "Isn't it? Anyway, we're still solving a big problem for the church." ”

Archbishop, "Got it, a favor! ”