Not too.

It doesn't cover a wide area, but it looks like it's been around for some years.

The surrounding area is relatively remote, and on one side of the road is the mountain, which is green in summer, full of flowers, and a small church in the midst of greenery.

The red French Gothic building, with its deep and slender lines, is so clear.

Even people like Cheng Lin, who only have a superficial understanding of architectural art, can see it at a glance.

The small cross on the gray spire shone in the sun, but Cheng Lin was a little disliked.

Lowering his gaze, the neat flower bed connected the main entrance of the church with the black openwork iron door, which was very close to him.

Cheng Lin remembered that there were indeed many churches in the magic capital.

For example, the one in Xujiahui was built in 1905 and is said to be the largest in the Far East at that time.

Another example is the "Jinglin Hall", which is famous for the Song family.

Wait a minute.

That's a lot.

But the one in front of me obviously doesn't belong to this list, it's really small, and it belongs to the kind of small hall that is very unfamous.

At this moment, a woman is walking through the gate with a child.

There seems to be a faint bell in the church, and it seems to be mixed with neat human voices.

"Is it a prayer?"

Cheng Lin couldn't help but think about it.

Then I suddenly realized that today is the 28th, Sunday.

It happens to be the Sunday of the church, or rather the Lord's Day.

Cheng Lin suddenly remembered that he had read a book before.

The earliest time these people followed the Sabbath was on Saturday.

Later, the Roman Emperor Constantine I issued a decree of closure.

It was only then that Saturday was changed to Sunday, and it is still used today.

It is said that Sunday worship commemorates the resurrection of Jesus.

"Is it such a coincidence?"

Cheng Lin was slightly surprised.

Today happens to be Sunday, and it seems that it is time for people to worship.

After hesitating, Cheng Lin also walked over slowly, walked through the iron gate, and walked along the stone road towards the nameless chapel.

There were indeed people in there doing rituals, not many, about twenty or thirty.

When he came in, the officer on duty took a look at him.

Glancing at his clothes, he immediately made a gesture to him, Cheng Lin nodded, walked to the corner and sat down quietly, without disturbing anyone.

Melodious singing.

A cool breeze blew in, sweeping away the heat.

Gothic architecture inherently contains "darkness", "fear", and "loneliness...... and other elements.

In this atmosphere, Cheng Lin only felt that the heat was gone for a while, and his heart was peaceful.

He looked around, and people seemed to be very attentive, no one gossiped, and occasionally someone noticed his gaze, looked over, and just nodded, and then looked away.

Cheng Lin saw the mother and daughter who came in just now.

It should be mother and daughter.

The mother was tall, slightly plump, and well-dressed.

Apparently a cultist.

"Religious families?"

Cheng Lin was slightly surprised.

Although there are few believers in the country, it is not uncommon.

As for the child next to her, it was a girl, very young, about five or six years old.

The black hair is very ladylike, and on the little face that is slightly baby fat, a pair of moist eyes are looking at the adults curiously.

The white skirt spreads out like a flower.

Standing beside his mother very upright, he did the ritual like an adult, and his mouth opened and closed, and he could see the small gap in his teeth.

seemed to feel Cheng Lin's gaze.

She turned her head, her eyes filled with curiosity.

But soon, the mother whispered something, and she quickly turned her head, not daring to look at him again.

"Hmm."

Cheng Lin shook his head and smiled.

Didn't care.

At this moment, he felt his legs sink slightly.

The nameless book with the hardcover cover in the dormitory (safe house) unexpectedly appeared quietly on his legs.

It's like it's always there.

The good thing is that it's all seats, people are focused, and no one notices.

Cheng Lin looked down at the book.

Reach out and flip it open.

The first page is still the same newspaper clipping, unchanged.

Cheng Lin did not hesitate and continued to turn the second page.

He had tried before, and he couldn't flip it, but now he could, and it was a breeze.

The second page was turned by him.

As a result, Cheng Lin obviously found that all the scenes around him were blurred.

The church, the people, the flower beds outside the door, the stone path, the iron gates, the sunshine...... Everything is blurred.

Even the seat behind him was a blur, like blistered graffiti.

Cheng Lin didn't panic, just looked down at the content of the second page.

There are no pictures on it, just a few lines of words printed on it.

Seeing the content of this text, Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is this the world changing in the coming year?"

"Could it be that when I turn a page, a year has passed?"

Cheng Lin guessed.

At the beginning of this second page is the annual event briefing.

Cheng Lin looked over one by one.

This briefing is really "Jane".

It is almost only the most general summary of major events, there is very little specific time, no specific person is involved, and the amount of information is very small, all the information is basically related to the revival of Reiki and the practitioner.

Cheng Lin finished reading this short briefing.

Silent.

Keep trying to turn the third page.

It still worked.

There were no new changes around him, and all the images seemed to be obscured by some kind of force.

Cheng Lin couldn't see the changes in the surrounding scene, and the blur continued.

The third page is a briefing for the year after that.

It's still very simple.

Cheng Lin could hardly find a bare bit of useful information.

This information is unusually general and brief, focusing primarily on Reiki and practitioners, with little mention of other matters.

And its information collection coverage is worldwide.

Cheng Lin remained silent.

Keep reading and start flipping through.

Page IV.

Page 5.

Page 6.

……

Page 10.

……

There was only very little information on each page, and in this short information, Cheng Lin was very little interested.

It wasn't until the tenth page that a word appeared that attracted him.

This line of text is mixed with other major events that seem very alternative and abrupt:

"This year, the talent of the Twelve Apostles has awakened."

……

"Awakened? I'm eighteen years old. ”

Cheng Lin sighed with emotion when he saw this news.

According to the previous arrangement, the gift given will be awakened at the age of eighteen.

The boys were all about eight years old at the time.

Now Cheng Lin has turned ten pages of the book, and ten years have passed in the world.

The orphans grew up.

"In ten years, they are afraid that they have long forgotten the incident of their childhood, and even regarded my original words as a false memory of childhood, or a dream."

"But it doesn't matter, when the talent awakens, they will naturally recall it, and then make sure that those deep memories are not dreams, what will happen after that?"

"After getting the golden finger, of course, I pretended to be slapped in the face...... Ah, no, it should be to cultivate hard, and then wait for the end of the world to turn the tide. ”

"There's still 10 years left for them...... With the plug-in on, in ten years, no matter how stupid you are, you can make a name for yourself, right? ”

"I'm really looking forward to it."

Cheng Lin stroked the paper that was as smooth as virgin skin on the page, and sighed with emotion.

Then he continued to look down and flip through the book.

This time, it was a little faster.

Soon, another ten pages passed.

Another decade has passed.

Cheng Lin turned twenty pages in one breath, and twenty years passed.

The apocalypse is this year.