The first night of old Germany was Geng Chaozhong's most difficult night.

Don't mention the big mosquito with the back of the flower buzzing in your ears, because this is just a small drop in the bucket compared to the thunderous snoring of Beichuan.

Not to mention the intermittent whistles and horns on the distant shore, which were just the sound of fishing boats coming back from the night.

Just listening to the creepy moans coming from an unknown cell is enough to give the new prisoner a nightmare.

"It hurts......"

"My arm, ahhh

The pained wails of the prisoner whose arm had been cut off by the spinning machine that afternoon made everyone feel as if they were in the Shura Hell - there was no anesthetic, no treatment, just a simple hemostatic sterilization, and the unfortunate man was sent back to his cell, I really don't know how he endured this inhuman pain, and only occasionally heard the sound of tooth-aching fingers digging at the walls—this was the only way for the poor man to relieve his pain.

Geng Chaozhong lay on the damp floor tossing and turning, all the curiosity and excitement before coming to the prison was like a soap bubble, and the sound of "wave" was gently punctured by the ruthless reality.

Now he hates the fascinating prison scenes in the film and television dramas of his previous life, and he just wants to put those filmmakers in old Germany and experience the real prison life.

At this moment, a melodious saxophone came from the window, which was a classic Christian orchestral ensemble "Anthem".

The soft and long music dispelled the terrifying atmosphere in the night sky, caressing everyone's hearts like a mother's hand, bringing a moment of peace to all the prisoners, and Geng Chaozhong slowly closed his eyes in this beautiful melody......

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Thanks to the light of foreigners, all the prisoners in the old German prisons have a day of rest, which is also one of the biggest benefits of the old Germany as a "model prison" in North China.

When the old Germany was still in the hands of the Germans, the vast majority of the prisoners here were Europeans, and for the foreigners who believed in Jesus, every sinner had the right to confess to God, and this right should not be deprived at any time - so there has always been a tradition in old Germany that every Sunday, all prisoners would celebrate mass together under the leadership of the priest.

A small two-story building with a round top in front of Renzi Prison is the so-called church of this prison.

Early the next morning, all the prisoners of the Yizi Prison were gathered in the open space in front of the playground to observe the religious ceremonies of the foreigners.

Geng Chaozhong followed the flow of people and stood in line in the middle of the crowd. He suddenly found that everyone's eyes showed a look of excitement and expectation, and he couldn't help but be a little curious, could it be that there was something special about these foreigners doing Mass?

More than 40 white-skinned foreigners walked into the church, each of whom stayed in the church for about 10 to 20 minutes, and then replaced the next person, and the whole process lasted about three hours, until all the Chinese prisoners yawned for days.

But the strange thing is that all the Chinese prisoners waited there quietly like the waiting foreigners, even Beichuan and Sweet Potato Liu, who had always been noisy, waited obediently without saying a word. Could it be that all the prisoners in the prison were converted to Jesus by God?

"It's time to eat!"

Until the last foreigner came out of the church, the crowd suddenly erupted in a long-suppressed cheer.

Immediately afterward, two prison guards at the back of the church came out pushing a wooden three-wheeled chariot carrying two large barrels, and a mouth-watering smell of meat came from the chariot.

If it weren't for the communion offered by the priest after the Mass, who would have waited here for three hours?

"Goo-dong!"

There was the sound of swallowing saliva in unison from the playground.

Geng Chaozhong can guarantee that this is the loudest spitting he has ever heard in his life.

Then, all the prisoners lined up very consciously and took from the priest a lunch full of bowls of rice and beef cubes, and when each prisoner took the meal, he made a cross on his chest and cried out loudly:

"Thank God! Amen! ”

Even Kitagawa Kurusuke temporarily gave up Amaterasu, reverently drew a cross, and switched to the court of Jesus.

Geng Chaozhong looked at all this with tears and laughter, but when he took the iron bowl full of beef and rice, he couldn't help but draw a cross - no way, the aroma of the beef in the bowl was so tempting, if he didn't thank God, Geng Chaozhong would be embarrassed.

That's right, thank God!

Father!

Old Germany!

Geng Chaozhong suddenly had a bold idea.

After taking the rice, he did not leave immediately, but drew a cross on his chest again, and reverently asked the middle-aged priest standing in front of the rice bucket:

"Dear Father, which church are you from? I would like to come to your church regularly after I get out of prison. ”

The priest had a smile of relief in his eyes, it was the first time he had seen such a devout Chinese faithful after giving communion for so long.

"Oh, devout believers, you will be blessed by God! I come from St. Michael's Church at the foot of Signal Hill and hope that you will receive the Lord's forgiveness, Amen. “

Geng Chaozhong nodded more reverently to the priest, and then stepped back and left the dining car.

Signal mountain, St. Michael's Church, Old Germany, Fortune.

Everything seems to have an answer.

Fr. Ho is from St. Michael's Church!

If he was right, the priest must have hidden that fortune in the old German prison he frequented.

This also explains why Zhang Zongyuan, the object of Zhu Fatzi's attention, sneaked into old Germany, which also verifies his logical reasoning that wealth must be buried in old Germany. Although he had deduced that his wealth was probably hidden in old Germany, he had never figured out how the priest had hidden the box in old Germany.

This unique prison mass explains it all.

If Fr. Ho had been in the prison for charity activities, he would have had too many opportunities to hide the box in a hidden location in the prison.

When Lao Qi and Zhang Ying assigned tasks to themselves, they had already investigated the environment around the old German prison in detail, and St. Michael's Church under Signal Hill, as a large building closest to the old German prison, has always been a tactical position that Geng Chaozhong focused on. Because it has the best view and the most secluded environment, as a last resort, he can use St. Michael's Church to plan his escape from prison without revealing himself.

Yes, he didn't want to be directly involved in such a dangerous prison escape plan, but if he could protect Zhao Chunlai without revealing himself, then he didn't hesitate to use his hole cards - although there was a limit to the number of times he could use his hole cards.

Geng Chaozhong thought quickly while pulling the rice.

If his reasoning is correct, Fr. Ho Shiqian must have put that fortune somewhere in old Germany while he was going to prison for Mass. And this place must have been accessible to the priest in old Germany.

Put it in the church of St. Emile?

It's impossible, that's where the priest has always lived and lived, and it should have been turned upside down by the German businessmen who survived the robbery, and it is estimated that the priest himself would not have hid things there!

Geng Chaozhong set his eyes on the simple two-story church next to Renzijian.

Will it be there?

It can be considered but cannot be determined, there are too many places where priests can hide things in prison, and the church is not the only option.

After thinking about it for so long, I didn't notice that Beichuan next to him had finished the meal, and he was drooling as he looked at the beef in his bowl.

Geng Chaozhong smiled, finished the rest of the rice in a few bites, left a few pieces of beef, and handed the bowl to Beichuan.

Kitagawa was stunned.

He really didn't expect that Geng Chaozhong would leave the most popular thing in this prison to him!

The rough lines of Beichuan's face softened, and even the upright beard was soft on the skin, he glanced at Geng Chaozhong gratefully, and gently put a piece of meat in the bowl into his mouth with chopsticks, chewing it slowly as if he were tasting some peerless delicacy.

"Aligadu, Geng Sang." Kitagawa whispered.

This is the first time Geng Chaozhong has heard Beichuan say thank you.

Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly, looked around, and he found that almost everyone was closing their eyes, slowly savoring the taste of beef.

Maybe it won't be long before I will be like them!

Geng Chaozhong smiled self-deprecatingly and stood up, while Liu Zhixun, who was not far away, watched all this thoughtfully.