Stroll up to this café called the Sanctuary.

Push open the door and inside is surprisingly fresh.

There is no sense of oppression and solemnity that comes with the name of the temple.

At this time, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and there were not many customers in the store, sitting in all corners of the café in twos and threes.

It seems that no one knows anyone, and they are all chatting about their own things.

But Zeng Jingheng noticed that when he walked into this café, everyone subconsciously and unintentionally glanced up at this side.

Zeng Jingheng was somewhat familiar with the meaning of their gaze.

That's confirming the same kind.

However, it may also be that Zeng Jingheng's outfit is too eye-catching, he still wears a long black trench coat and big sunglasses, and he still carries a special guitar case with blowing snow in his hand, looking like an uninhibited alternative musician.

Hattori seemed to be familiar with the road, took Zeng Jingheng to order two cups of coffee in front of the wooden bar, and walked towards a seat by a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the street outside.

Because of the language barrier, Zeng Jingheng couldn't say anything.

Just feel the smell of the people in the whole coffee.

In fact, if it is really the infected person of Darkness, except for some special people who can hide their breath, the others, in front of their own kind, are as dazzling as fireflies in the dark night.

Zeng Jingheng didn't have much effort to feel the breath of Dakrness.

Only, but not exactly.

Everyone in this café has that incomplete Darkness in them.

And the incomplete smell of the mustachioed boss who was grinding coffee at the bar was the heaviest.

It's kind of weird.

Zeng Jingheng had never encountered such a thing, and the same kind he had encountered before was at most a difference in the strength of Dakrness's aura.

But in things like completeness, there is never a difference.

And obviously, they couldn't feel the darkness on Zeng Jingheng's body.

Only the mustachioed boss who should be the strongest here looked at Zeng Jingheng's eyes with some amusement.

He grinded the coffee, personally delivered it, and laid the coffee on the table, he looked at Zeng Jingheng and suddenly said something.

It's just that he spoke Japanese, and Zeng Jingheng didn't understand what he meant at all.

Seeing this, Hattori immediately explained to the mustachioed boss, probably saying that Zeng Jingheng was a foreigner and didn't understand Japanese or something.

The mustachioed boss smiled apologetically and walked away.

"He just asked you if you think this place is familiar and likes it very much." Hattori waited for the mustachioed boss to leave, took out his mobile phone, typed a sentence on a translation software, translated it into Chinese and handed it to Zeng Jingheng to read.

Sure enough, I noticed it.

Zeng Jingheng felt that it might be more convenient to do so, but it was very likely that he would expose himself in advance.

"You tell him, I came here, I am a lover of death rock, in the bottleneck of creation, I feel the mysterious call from afar, so I did not hesitate to cross the ocean to Japan, hoping to join the Cult of the Immortal God and feel the power of eternal life up close." Zeng Jingheng thought about it, and also typed a large paragraph with translation software, and translated it into Japanese to Hattori.

Hattori glanced at Zeng Jingheng's words, hesitated for a moment, but still stood up and walked towards the bar.

After a moment of chattering with the mustachioed boss, Hattori walked back in.

And the mustachioed boss glanced at Zeng Jingheng with a friendly look and nodded.

"He said that the electees from foreign countries are very welcome, and he hopes that you can stay here a little longer, and wait a minute, he can take you to the initiation ceremony." Hattori translated the results of the negotiations into Chinese for Zeng Jingheng to see.

Zeng Jingheng nodded, and replied to Hattori: "Thank you, Hattori Criminal, you have done a good job, and then it is my duty, for your safety, please leave first." ”

This is a very necessary thing, because next, Zeng Jingheng can't guarantee whether he will meet a real Darkness member right away, Hattori is just an ordinary person, and he may die at any time in the upcoming battle.

This is what Zeng Jingheng does not want to see.

"Jing Heng-kun......" Hattori hesitated for a moment and typed a few words in his hand, "Can I stay?" ”

Zeng Jingheng was stunned for a moment when he saw these words.

"Why?" Zeng Jingheng replied.

"Because, I also want to participate in such a blood-boiling battle, I missed it before, and this time, I don't want to miss it!" Hattori's eyes showed a slightly fanatical light, he looked at Zeng Jingheng, nodded to him very respectfully, and said in Japanese, "Please fulfill me!" ”

"And." He typed on his phone again, "I just told Mr. Furuma that I wanted to join in, and he agreed." ”

Mr. Furuma, it should be the mustachioed boss.

Zeng Jingheng glanced at the mustachioed boss again, he probably thought of what Zeng Jingheng was worried about, and nodded.

"Okay." Zeng Jingheng thought for a moment and didn't refuse anymore.

How can you refuse a man's heart that wants to take risks.

"Don't worry." Hattori saw Zeng Jingheng nodding, showing an old man's smile, he patted his waist vaguely, and typed with his mobile phone, "I used to be a shooting champion in the police academy, and that guy is not as good as me." ”

I hope so.

Zeng Jingheng really wanted to tell him that those enemies could not be solved by guns.

Now that the first step of blending in has been reached, Zeng Jingheng and the others are not so anxious to do other things.

Zeng Jingheng was not afraid that the other party would call someone over now and catch turtles in an urn.

It's hard for them to judge who they are now.

In this café called the Church, I spent the afternoon slowly and looked at the winter city scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Zeng Jingheng actually had a comfortable urge to squint for a while.

The mustachioed boss in the middle called Guma came over to renew the coffee again, and he was kind enough not to continue to add money.

The whole café was still quiet, and no one made a loud noise.

They were all talking about their own affairs in a low voice, but Zeng Jingheng's extraordinary hearing could hear something.

It's a pity he doesn't know Japanese.

Later, the mustache Guma began to play light music, and Zeng Jingheng simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

By five o'clock in the afternoon, it was already dark.

A few people came to the café one after another.

Looking at them looking at the fanatical appearance of the ancient world, Zeng Jingheng vaguely guessed that they were all the same, cultivators.

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