The place where the bell rings is a church, with its massive vaults and rows of buttresses and strong chiaroscuro created by the curves of the stone, suggesting that it is a church built in the Romanesque style.

Chu Zihang stood under the eaves of a factory and looked at the church in the heavy rain, his mobile phone was abandoned on the road, and he couldn't check the current time, but from the time he got out of the subway station, it should be close to nine o'clock at night, because of the heavy clouds and heavy rain, even if it is summer, the sky is so low and dark that it makes people feel depressed.

According to the custom of Christianity and Orthodox Christianity, the bell rings once a night from 8 to 10 o'clock, and this time the bell rings to mean prayer or dinner, but it is still difficult to imagine that in an abandoned place like Babaoshan, there will be a church that maintains the habit of ringing the bell. If Chu Zihang remembers correctly, it is true that a few years ago, when this side was not in decline, this was a place for religious believers to pray, but now that the new church has been moved to Times Square, it can be reached by subway line 5, and no believers will come to this kind of place at all.

... Soon, Chu Zihang found out that he was wrong, there are still people who cherish themselves, and there are many people.

The bell sounded like a shepherd's flute, and flocks of black lambs quietly walked out of the factory buildings in all directions, their faces hidden in their hoods in pure black raincoats, and they prayed with their hands folded in their hearts and walked to the church in the heavy rain.

At first glance, the "black lambs" in front of the church were nearly 100 in number, and they were moving forward in the rain, and the vehicles with license plates on the road not far behind them came step by step and stopped on the side of the factory road, and the people who got out of the cars also put on black raincoats to join the pilgrimage.

Chu Zihang held on to the wall of the factory, silently watching all this outside, for some reason his heart was a little cold, the sight hidden in the darkness slowly swept over every pilgrim, he wanted to know if the girl from the Kassel trainees was also in this group, but the raincoat covered most of the faces of the pilgrims, and he couldn't find his target at all.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, put on his hood and walked slowly out of the darkness, blending into the crowd like a stream returning to the mainstream, and walking towards the majestic church on a rainy night.

After joining the flow of people, it became easier to control the current situation, and by Chu Zihang's side, he noticed that the pilgrimage crowd was not a specific type of people, for example, most of the religious believers in modern cities are elderly, and most of the young people have become unbelievers due to the impact of the Internet age, and only the elderly who are difficult to accept new information are easy to be captured by faith, so more than eighty percent of the people who pray in most churches are old people.

However, the pilgrims around him can be seen from young to old, male to female, and the frequency is also varied, so it is difficult to guess what activities are going on in the church from the general category of the crowd. An organization that can capture such a wide range of people, Chu Zihang has probably only seen the reproduction of Ponzi schemes, pyramid schemes.

However, even pyramid schemes should not set the gathering place in this kind of place, the positioning of pyramid schemes should be closed, imprisoned and brainwashed, and the most important brainwashing link cannot be mixed with such a strong religious connotation, after all, the Lord is noble, not stained with the smell of copper in the world, many doctrines and missions have essential conflicts, and the leaders of pyramid schemes will not use religion to brainwash if they die.

Dare to use pen and ink on religion, capture and enter the net regardless of men, women and children, and use this method to gather the organization of the crowd, Chu Zihang can only think of one possibility now, and at the same time, vigilance and disgust quietly arise in his heart.

It's just that when did this kind of organization appear in the city?

Chu Zihang didn't know, but he was very sure that the emergence of this kind of thing would inevitably have a huge impact on society, and the bad influence would make the atmosphere of the city become a miasma, no matter where, as long as there were signs of this form of assembly, it must be completely eradicated and pulled out!

As the crowd entered the church, and sure enough, hundreds of candles lit in the dimly lit space of the campfire burning on the walls, and the candlelight flickered to cast a shadow on the decapitated statue of the crucifixion in the middle of the platform. Everything is a testament to the beliefs of the place, all religious images on the carved glass have been smeared with red paint, and anything with the teachings of proto-Christian doctrine has been smashed into wreckage and replaced by the masks of medieval witch doctors, and the ornaments of skeletons that are unknown to be true.

Every pilgrim found their place in the church and sat down in rows, and Chu Zihang was no exception, he sat in the second row closest to the podium, completely hiding his face in the rain hat, and the people around him sat down one after another, without the noise of discussion, in an orderly manner, as if it was not the first time such a meeting had been held.

On the high platform of the church is a vigorous charcoal-burning stove that provides maximum illumination for the whole space, and in the middle of the fire the fire rises half a foot high, and in the corner stand one or two men wearing red sheep's heads and black robes, with a huge bronze bell and striking wood beside them. It can be guessed that the bell that rang throughout the ruins of the factory was struck by them, and under the hanging bell, many pale skulls were piled up to form a low hill, but each skull was extraordinarily small, and was tied together with ropes before they barely fell apart.

Why do students from Kassel come to this kind of place?

Chu Zihang's heart was full of confusion, from the shooting incident just now to the current cult site, everything was impacting his three views, he could only bury his face deep in the hood to hide all his doubts, in this case, it was impossible for him to turn his head around looking for the trace of that girl.

When no one entered the church again, the door slammed shut to isolate the rainy night outside, and the blowing air flow disturbed the candlelight, and in an unsettling dead silence, two men wearing red sheep's heads on the high platform brought up a red box from behind the scenes, and two words were written in a darker red than red on the surface of the box to attract Chu Zihang's attention.

Eternal life.

The calligraphy is scribbled, not any kind of font on the mainstream, more like an essay that someone reads on a random book with their fingers.

Before Chu Zihang could chew on the meaning of these two words, a disciple in a black robe and a wolf's head walked straight to his side without saying a word, and just as he was tense, the other party just put a large stack of white cloth on his knees and left.

Chu Zihang slowly relaxed, quietly looked up, and found that many disciples wearing wolf heads were distributing these white cloths, and the people who got the large stacks of white cloths on the side of the seat passed the white cloths to the side in turn, and everyone had a layer of white cloth on their knees, and they prayed quietly with their hands folded.

After drawing a scoop with a gourd and distributing the white cloth, he quietly twisted the white cloth on his knees with his hands, the white cloth has nothing special, except that the white cloth is exceptionally transparent and clean, even if it is held flat in front of him, it can see a shadow through the light blur, some like the hijab worn by a woman when she gets married, but it is not a festive bright red, but a miserable white funeral.

When the white cloth was distributed and everything seemed ready, the bell rang again.

The two red goat men hugged the wooden and hit the bell again and again, the huge, loud bell echoed throughout the space, the deafening and deafening bell in the closed room made people almost have a headache, and many believers did not bend their waists to endure one loud bang after another, even if they had a splitting headache, they did not reach out to cover their ears.

In the torture of enduring the sound waves, Chu Zihang's vision was in the corner of the high platform of the church, a surgical cart was slowly pushed to the middle of the high platform by the head of a red goat, and on it lay a woman with a painful face, the woman's abdomen was high and bulging, obviously she had been pregnant for several months and was about to give birth.

At the moment when the woman was pushed out, Chu Zihang noticed that the believers in the entire church were sitting up straight in an instant, and the temperature of the sight under the black hood was suddenly higher than the temperature of the flame in the furnace, as if the believers were staring at the woman on the cart as if they had seen God appear.

At the moment when the woman let out an unbearable howl, Chu Zihang instantly reacted to the effect of the white cloth in his hand, guessed what would happen next, and in an instant, the green tendons in the corners of his forehead cracked.

The amniotic water breaks and the fetus goes into labor.