The intense pain, as if someone was constantly plucking the strings, stimulated every inch of Lu Chen's nerves.

There was a dim blur in the field of vision, and even the thoughts in the mind seemed broken and chaotic.

In my ears, I can still hear the anxious screams of my subordinates:

"Hurry! Director Lu was shot—"

......

"Bandages are there?—— call an ambulance!"

......

"I'll just say it! Director Lu is a leader, how can he come to this kind of place in person!"

......

"When is it, it's useless to say this! Director Lu, Director Lu, you hold on——"

......

Lu Chen let out a painful groan. Although the sharp pain in his chest told him that he was still alive, Lu Chen felt that the remaining life in his body was like fine sand in an hourglass.

With his moaning, familiar and anxious faces appeared in Lu Chen's field of vision.

"Director Lu, don't speak! The ambulance is coming, hold on!" The subordinate's fiery words, for some reason, made Lu Chen feel a little funny.

"Put ...... Cell phone...... To give...... I ......" Lu Chen said softly, his voice so weak that even he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Director Lu, don't talk now! Relax, it's okay......" The subordinate hurriedly admonished.

"Give it to me...... Dial ......" Lu Chen closed his eyes slightly, only to feel that his mind was dizzy, "...... Let me talk to my mom......"

There was silence all around.

Even in the midst of severe pain, Lu Chen clearly realized that it was his subordinates making eye contact with each other and carefully weighing the pros and cons.

The end result was that a cold glass screen was attached to Lu Chen's cheek - however, from this phone, only a short beep came from the phone, indicating that the dial was unanswered.

Lu Chen closed his eyes in disappointment. He sighed lightly with the last strength in this world, and said in a low voice:

"Give it to me...... Recite a poem. ”

The field of vision gradually fell into darkness. In the darkness of death, which devoured everything, there was a faint recitation of the hesitant and sad recitation of his subordinates:

"Don't dream of faintly cursing the passing river, the old garden thirty-two years ago;"

"The red flag rolls up the serf halberd, and the black hand hangs the whip of the overlord;"

"For the sake of sacrifice and ambition, dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky;"

"I like to see the thousands of waves of rice and grass, and the heroes everywhere smoke at sunset......"

......

The warm flames, dancing on the cotton thread, remind people of the scorching summer sun in the south of the Yangtze River.

It's an antique oil lamp. The cylindrical brass lampholder is intricately carved with the hunting scene of Artemis, and the glass lampshade extends from the edge of the lampholder, drawing a smooth arc and finally closing a circular vent at the top, making the whole glass lampshade appear a gourd-like streamline. The outside of the lampshade was spotlessly clean, and the inside was slightly blackened by the soot from the combustion.

Lu Chen looked at the oil lamp in a daze, and his heart was at a loss.

Where am I? What about the drug dealers? What about Xiao Zheng and Xiao Wang?

- Am I not dead?

He reached out and touched his chest, and instead of a terrible gunshot wound, he could reach it, but a soft silk satin, smooth as a girl's skin.

The previous scene is vivid.

The 1911-style pistol in the hands of the gangsters, with four or five caliber pistol bullets at the firing point, was a terrifying penetrating wound even if it hit the limbs, not to mention a direct hit to the left chest! Before he fell unconscious, Lu Chen had already regarded himself as a martyr who sacrificed his life for the country!

But now, the wound on his chest has disappeared with the severe pain of the gun!

What's going on with all this? Lu Chen clutched the clothes on his chest, his mind in confusion.

"—Lord Eliot, are you listening to me?"

The sudden question interrupted Lu Chen's thoughts. He looked up in a panic and saw the questioner.

On the wooden armchair, sat a long-bearded old man in a white robe. The old man's beard was white, his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked seventy or eighty years old, but his sharp eyes and upright sitting posture made him not look old at all, and only made people feel energetic.

Lu Chen sat on another armchair opposite the old man, and a small round table was placed between the two.

It was in the center of the table that the two of them were illuminated, and beside the oil lamp was a white porcelain dish filled with salted nuts.

Looking at this posture, Lu Chen and the old man in front of him sat opposite each other, as if they were talking.

Lu Chen had never seen the old man in front of him, but for some reason, the other party seemed to give him a little ...... Familiar?

"Lord Eliot, are you alright?" the old man asked, frowning, leaning forward slightly, with concern, "Since just now, your spirits have not seemed to be very good. ”

Miscellaneous...... Lu Chen nodded blankly and shook his head again.

To make sure where he was, he turned his head to look around.

It's a richly decorated living room with bookshelves, fireplaces, paintings and ornate ebony pianos as far as the eye can see. The many oil lamps hanging on the walls of the room, combined with the glow of the fireplace flames, rendered the whole room a warm orange-red.

Whether it is a fireplace or a piano, it is carved with intricate and beautiful patterns, and the style of this decoration does not look like the style of the Celestial Empire at all, but reminds Lu Chen of the Western Baroque aesthetics he has seen in European museums.

What the hell is this place?Lu Chen looked at this strange room in a daze.

"Lord Elliot?" the old man asked in confusion, waking Lu Chen up from his chaotic thoughts.

"Ah...... I'm fine. Lu Chen replied mechanically and shook his head.

The memories in his mind gradually revived, but among them were not only Lu Chen's own memories - there were also memories of another person that appeared in his mind. The memory was so familiar, as if he had actually lived another life......

Eliot Savile, the Divine Messenger of the Holy Church of the Empire, the spokesman of the Most High Holy Spirit on earth.

- This is Lu Chen's current identity.

The drug dealer's bullet did not pull Lu Chen into hell, but sent him to the other world.

Death closes the door to him at the last moment and allows him to descend into another world and be reborn in another capacity.

I once read about the crossing in the online novel, and I really ran into it! Lu Chen squeezed out a self-deprecating smile, with panic and confusion in his heart, as well as a hint of excitement and joy of escaping death.

From now on, he will no longer be Lu Chen on Earth, but Elliot Saville in this other world......

Seeing Lu Chen's smile, the old man seemed to be relieved, and his sitting posture relaxed:

"It's okay if you're okay, it's not easy for everyone these days, don't worry too much. ”

Lu Chen raised his head and looked at the old man: Before the crossing, Elliot was talking to the old man. If nothing else, Elliot Saville should know each other......

He retrieved Elliot's memories in his mind, and sure enough, he quickly found the identity of the old man in front of him-

His Majesty Gregory XV, the Supreme Pope of the Holy Church.

Historically, the Pope and the Oracles have been the two leaders of the Holy Church, an otherworldly religion. It seems that when Lu Chen crossed, the divine envoy Elliot Saville and Pope Gregory were holding a high-level meeting in this reception room.

What are you talking about? Lu Chen couldn't remember it a little.

The memories in his mind were still intricate, and it seemed that there were a large number of fragments of memories buried in the depths of his mind, which was difficult to discover for a while.

At the same time, the fact that he suddenly became another person also made him feel a little panicked.

"If it's okay, I'll go back first......" Lu Chen still decided to leave this place first: if he accidentally did something against Elliot Saville's temperament because of the confusion of his memory, it might arouse the suspicion of His Majesty the Pope.

"Okay, I've delayed you too much today, so go back and rest!" the Pope nodded sincerely and got up from his seat.

Lu Chen got up from his seat with the Pope, turned his head and was about to leave, but heard His Majesty Gregory say in a deep voice behind his back:

"Lord Eliot, I hope you will seriously consider my proposal...... In the current situation, we really have only one way to go......"

The Pope's voice was low and serious, making Lu Chen faintly feel a little uneasy.

“...... Okay, I'll think about it. Lu Chen turned his head and barely squeezed out a smile under Gregory's crown.

Gregory nodded gratefully, accompanied Lu Chen to the door of the reception room, stretched out his hand to open the door, but saw Lu Chen stop thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" the Pope looked at the Divine Envoy in bewilderment.

"Can you give me that oil lamp?" Lu Chen stretched out his hand and pointed to the brass oil lamp on the table, grinning, "I want to ...... Keep a memento. ”

Hearing this strange proposal, the Pope was stunned, then nodded:

"Absolutely. ”

He turned and walked back to the table, picked up the oil lamp and returned to the door.

"Lord Eliot," Gregory XV quietly stared into Lu Chen's eyes and whispered, "Merry Christmas to you." ”

Lu Chen took the oil lamp from the other party's hand, examined it with mixed feelings, raised his head and replied seriously:

"Merry Christmas, Your Majesty. ”