In December, it was already freezing in country M, and large snowflakes were like torn goose feathers and clumped grains of salt, falling from the sky one after another. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was already extremely gloomy, thick dark clouds covered the already warm sun, and the whole city was shrouded in a cold dark gray.

A man in a black trench coat with an Asian face bows his head and shuttles through the streets of the city. His temperament seemed out of place with the people around him, perhaps because his face was not painful, or because of some other reason. However, the people and cars that come and go around will not notice this seemingly ordinary guy.

The man seemed to have a purpose, and every time he came to an intersection, he would stop, look around for a while, then pull out his phone and study it, and then walk straight in a decided direction. His steps are fast and light.

In this way, the man turned several corners. The sky is getting darker and darker, and the cold winds characteristic of winter become even more bitter as the night approaches.

As the man stopped under a church, an empty wine bottle suddenly flew out of the second-floor window and hit the ground right in front of the man. With a crisp sound, the bottle shattered into shards of broken glass.

The man looked up and noticed the nondescript church.

The church looked small and broken, with a lot of bricks falling off from the exterior walls, and it looked very old, and the stained-glass windows on the second floor were half rotten, and there were a few bad planks nailed to it. If it weren't for the faintly visible silhouette of the church, and the rusty cross at the top, which had been broken a little, the man would have thought it was a slum about to be demolished.

After watching for a while, the man approached the old and dilapidated church.

The interior of the church was cramped and as cold as it was outside, but it was full of seats, portrait podiums, and only one preacher was missing. The man looked around as he ascended the stairs to the second floor.

This staircase is also very narrow, and when you step on the wooden planks of the staircase, the wooden planks immediately make a creaking and loose sound, as if they will not be able to bear the weight of the man in the next second, and they will collapse and crack.

The man walked up to the second floor, and as soon as he went up, a strong and pungent smell of alcohol came to his nose. The man fanned his hand with a little disgust, and looked forward with a frown. The lighting on the second floor is very poor, black and mushy, but the temperature is much warmer than the first floor. The long wooden chairs are scattered and not neat at all. The man looked down and saw empty wine bottles all over the floor, as well as bags of various puffed foods, alcohol and various food scraps spilled on the ground filled the corners, and the canvas on the wall was full of grease. It seems that the second floor has been used as a small warehouse for storing goods.

"I prefer tangerine peel that is pounded in whisky. This is a technical job, the hands are light and the juice is bitter. ”

Suddenly, the man heard someone talking. It's Chinese, and the tone is very weird, with a Beijing flavor and a stiff accent unique to foreigners, and it sounds a little witty.

Following the voice, the man saw that near the window, there was a 'bed' made of two long wooden chairs, on which lay a man wearing jeans, a black cardigan, and a khaki vest. At first glance, the man was a pure M national, with oil-stained, knotted blonde hair, and his leather shoes were full of gaps, and white ash that he didn't know where to go. This foreign man looked as scruffy and dirty as the second floor of the church.

"A lot of people like to light sugar cubes directly, I don't think that's good, what do you say?"

The foreign man sat up, took a few more sips of his beer, and smiled at the man.

The man didn't speak, his brows furrowed, and he looked at the foreign man full of alcohol with a complicated expression, "You are the preacher here?" ”

"That's right." The foreign man sat in a chair and sipped the beer in his hand, "Friend from Asia, are you also a devout believer?" You are welcome to go to the first floor for confession, which is where I taste red wine. ”

"You're probably too drunk, and I've only seen cheap beer." The man couldn't help but complain, and at the same time took out a letter from his arms and put it in front of the foreign man.

Seeing the letter, the foreign man stood up suddenly, staggering and almost not standing firmly, and the beer in his hand was spilled on the ground, but he did not pay any attention at all, but looked at the letter in a daze. The man gently opened the letter, and a few lines of Chinese characters were written crookedly on it.

[Dear Mr. Lu Yuanjun, hello! It's an honor to be associated with someone as extraordinary as you, and you may not understand how I learned about you and your contact address, but none of this matters. Please follow the address on this letter and I will help you regain the power that you have lost unexpectedly. A noble and helpful evangelist. 】

The foreign man was the preacher of the letter, and he tried to reach for the letter, but the man pulled the letter back.

"Do you know Chinese?" The man said unceremoniously, "I hope I flew here across the ocean, not for nothing." ”

The preacher was stunned for a few seconds, then with a look of delight, he quickly turned around, ran to a corner, and with his hand swept away the gray cobwebs, and took out a box. Opening the box, he pulled out a stack of documents that seemed to contain some information, and the man took a quick look at it and saw that there were many pictures of a strange smiling face on it.

"What do you mean?" The man's eyes were full of doubt.

"It's complicated, I can't say it for a while, but we can sit down and talk slowly. Anyway, I know how to regain your power, but before I can do me a favor. The foreign man spoke aloud in that strange and witty accent, and handed the man a half-filled bottle of beer.

The man waved his hand and signaled not to drink, he took the document and looked at the various news materials recorded on it seriously.

"I believe that our cooperation will be very pleasant!"

The preacher put down the beer bottle playfully, and then held out his hand to the man with some excitement, "Frank Warren." ”

The man looked at the drunken preacher with some surprise, and stretched out his hand in disbelief and shook it with him, "Lu Yuanjun." ”

As soon as he let go of his hand, the preacher named Frank Warren smiled and was about to say something, when suddenly his body went limp, and he fell to the ground with a clatter, and fell into a deep sleep.