This is a fully enclosed room of more than 20 square meters, except for the secret door that I just entered, there is not even a window, only a variety of table lamps emitting a dim and soft light, illuminating this small secret room.

The walls around it and the long row of tables in the middle were filled with all sorts of things, beautiful vases, old oil lamps, ornaments of various shapes, and stacks of old but well-preserved books.

The walls are also covered with beautiful oil paintings, and there are many posters and photos pasted in the gaps, and there are many oil paintings that cannot be hung on the ground against the wall, it seems that this should be their contraband storage room.

John Perston walked around the wall casually, like a child who had discovered a new world, fiddling with the various things on the table from time to time, and when he walked to a record player, he couldn't help but stop, curiously picked up a vinyl record on it, and saw two lines written in the blank part in the middle.

Symphony No. 9.

Ludwig van Beethoven.

John Peston put the record back, fumbled to put down the stylus, and started the record player.

The black record spun slowly, but no sound came out.

John Perston ignored it, turned to look at something else, and picked up a slap-sized transparent crystal ball from the table on the side, inside the crystal ball was a beautiful iron tower, and there were many white snowflakes covering the bottom of the tower.

John Peston slowly spun the crystal ball curiously, and the layer of snowflakes below flowed with his movements.

When he rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, all the snowflakes ran to the top of the tower, and then he quickly turned the crystal ball back, and the snowflakes above fell one after another, creating a beautiful scene of the iron tower in the snow.

John Perston, who had never seen snow since the war, couldn't help but be fascinated by the snowflakes falling slowly over the tower, as if the scene in the crystal ball had become real, and he himself was there.

Just as John Perston was fascinated by it, a solemn and grand music suddenly sounded, and he instantly pulled himself out of the beautiful sight of the crystal ball.

This music ......

At first, John Pesston only felt that the music brought a low and oppressive atmosphere, but as his listening soon intensified, it began to become majestic and powerful, with a kind of overwhelming momentum, full of great shock and tragic color.

John Perston was completely attracted to the music, and stood stupidly in place, all his mind immersed in the grand music.

In the depressing and desolate music, he seems to see countless people struggling to survive under the rule of darkness, conservative and oppressive; Subsequently, the music began to become passionate and tragic, and finally, there were brave warriors who were unwilling to be oppressed, rose up to resist, and led the people to launch a heroic battle for freedom and equality, great and tragic; Eventually, they broke through the darkness that enveloped the world and ushered in the light!

John Peston felt his heart being deeply touched, his mood fluctuated with the music, the sound that went straight to his soul made his body tremble slightly, and the hand holding the crystal ball unconsciously sent away, the crystal ball spun and fell, and the snowflakes flew around the tower.

"Bump!"

The crystal ball fell to the ground and shattered, and the liquid inside flowed to the ground, but John Peston was still immersed in the music.

It is a magnificent, philosophical and heroic ode to the author's expression of humanity's will to struggle for freedom, with the conviction that this struggle will eventually end in the triumph of humanity and that humanity will attain joy and solidarity.

Although he had never heard it before, he could clearly feel what the author was trying to express from the music, and he was deeply touched by it.

He felt that his whole spirit seemed to be sublimated, and in the dim light, he seemed to see incomparable light and brilliance!

In this passionate and magnificent music, John Peston only felt as if he was in it, two lines of tears could not help but flow down his cheeks, thinking of his wife who was taken away by the church and burned to death, John Peston's emotions were completely out of control, kneeling on the ground, covering his face with his hands, and crying silently.

At this moment, a "squeak" friction sound suddenly sounded, followed by a sound of footsteps coming from the secret door of the secret room, walking towards his position.

John Peston let go of his hands, and saw a pair of black leather shoes stop in front of him, and looked up, the familiar gray clergyman's uniform, tall figure, and grim face.

John Pesson smiled wryly.

"I didn't expect that both of us and my husband would be planted in your hands."

"Let's do it!"

Entering the secret room, the person who saw his emotional collapse was Chen Mo, who had partnered with Chen Mo for so long, and John Peston knew his strength very well, he had basically reached the level of a senior priest, even if there was a slight gap with him, it was not something he could solve in a short time.

And since Chen Mo has come here, he has obviously eliminated all the militants and started to search for contraband, and the soldiers of the clearance team should have also come in, as long as the gunshots go off, they will definitely be attracted to it, if it is usual, John Peston is naturally not afraid of these soldiers, but if these soldiers intervene when he and Chen Mo are fighting, they can pose a lot of threat to him.

Moreover, he was emotionally broken and was not in a fighting state at all now, and he was not the opponent of Chen Mo, who had just eliminated a group of militants and had just warmed up.

Knowing that it was useless to resist, John Pesston, who was immersed in grief, had no heart to do any more useless struggles, so he simply relaxed, bowed his head and knelt on the ground, waiting for Chen Mo to make a move.

Chen Mo glanced down at the tears on John Perston's face, and did not make a move, but turned around and walked out directly.

"Come with me somewhere tonight."

Chen Mo's voice sounded at the door, and when John Perston looked up, he found that Chen Mo had already walked out, and the secret door of the secret room was also closed by him.

What does that mean?

John Peston slowly stood up from the ground, but his face was full of bewilderment.

Shouldn't he have grabbed himself without hesitation, as he did last time, or simply shot himself dead on the spot?