"Martin was a very good carpenter, and with his help we built the church in our town very strongly, and he called in many companions, but although he didn't want money, I gave him a fee equal to the market price...... Well, the money was donated by the local mayor, whose poor child was sick all year round. ”

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"The rainstorm crushed a lot of houses, and almost all the residents of the town ran into our church, but a lot of people died. The numbers? I don't really remember, but the next day the bodies were piled up the height of a room. ”

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"The most thrilling thing is to meet the devil, he is the most evil person I have ever met in my life, poor Brother Karan, my heart was gouged out by the devil and eaten, and I was almost killed, but luckily...... Our Lord willing. ”

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"How many people have you helped? I don't remember much, but there was a lot of itinerant people in the town, and we were very busy every day. ”

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In a small but warm living room, six people sit around an old man with gray hair on the sofa, writing on a note with a magic pen in their hands, listening intently to the old man's words, and occasionally someone raises his hand to ask a question.

This situation lasted for half a day, and when the old man looked tired, they took their leave.

……

After stepping out of the house and into the street outside, the shorter of the six suddenly sighed.

"The old monk has helped the poor all his life, which is worthy of respect and admiration, but ...... How can I write it when it's so bland? ”

"Maybe we could consider adding a little more lyricism?" The blonde Betty, who was standing on the side of the street, bit the "pen" and gave an opinion.

"Lyrical? Forget it, I can't write that way, it's better to tell it flat......" Flame said, turning his head to look at the neatly black-haired young gentleman without a hat.

"Charles, what are you going to do?"

When his words fell, the others also looked sideways at the companion who had been silent, to which the young man shrugged: "Didn't you say that you will pay it tomorrow, and we will talk about it tonight." ”

"It may be too late, although there is no clear rule, but the number of words must not be too small......"

The short man spoke of his own concerns, and the others had a bit of a headache about it.

After they were rescued the day before yesterday, they rested for a day, and then this morning they were sent by Siegel again to interview another old monk.

It was a real interview, so much so that these people were confronted with the first challenge in their work.

How to write?

It's a troubling question.

Although they have been exposed to and familiar with similar articles before, this is like an exam, and even if they know the answers, they will inevitably be nervous.

But this is a small thing for Charles, on the one hand, he will not feel pressured by it at all, and on the other hand, he will not write this kind of interview, but someone will......

The young man, who was not at all worried about the problem, said goodbye to a group of sighing colleagues, returned to the manor in a carriage, and ran straight to his bedroom.

The Church's explanation for his "disappearance" for nine days was that he had gone out on a mission, so no one was surprised when he came back the day before yesterday.

After returning, Charles did not rush into the shuttle door, but attended a private banquet held by the group of peers, and then rested at the manor for a day.

After all, he is not iron-clad, although his physique is beyond ordinary people, but he hasn't slept well for nine days and nine nights in a row, which is enough to make people tired.

And now, he's rested enough.

After closing the bedroom door, Fu took out some of the "stolen goods" he had accidentally brought out last time and put them in his pocket, and took the written interview script, and Charles immediately summoned the shuttle door with the depiction of demons and monsters to get in.

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As he stepped in, the neat and fresh bedroom quietly disappeared. In front of you, it turned into a dirty, dark alley.

Graffiti on the walls on both sides of the alley, a flock of wild cats around the garbage cans not far away, and the faint stench of excrement lingering in the wings of their noses speak of the depravity of this inconspicuous corner of New York.

Charles looked up at the sky, it was noon, and the place where he was standing at the moment was the same place where he had been before being pulled into that strange illusion space.

It seems seamless, but in fact it has changed a lot.

Just as he was groaning, a scolding suddenly came from the alley.

"Hell, where's my baby?!"

The scolding was full of consternation, but then he let out an even sharper and more angry cry,

"My money, why is my money gone? My 10 million?!! ”

"Ten million, what a damn thief!!"

……

Obviously, a certain stowaway will be a little confused about reality and falsehood, but it seems to be exactly what the perpetrators want to happen.

Charles couldn't help but mourn for him for less than a second, and then walked inside.

A middle-aged white man standing in front of the yellow taxi was rubbing his messy hair vigorously, looking stunned and angry.

After hearing the footsteps, he raised his eyes and saw Charles walking in, and was slightly stunned, and then walked up angrily.

"Shit bastard, say, did you steal my money!?"

The man looked like he wanted to make a move, and Charles narrowed his eyes when he saw this, and was about to teach him a lesson, but before the other party could get closer, the stowaway suddenly rolled his eyes and collapsed on the waterlogged ground in front of him.

A long-faced man in a floral shirt and pants came into view, and at this moment he was retracting the baseball bat in his hand.

"He's a little noisy."

Facing Charles' gaze, he shrugged his shoulders and casually threw away the baseball bat in his hand.

Wearing slippers, dressed casually, with brown hair and a long face, although the other party appeared abruptly, the real eyes already showed the true identity and name of this person.

"Gabriel?"

"You know me?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Oh, yes, how can I break into my private world without knowing it." ”

As he spoke, his face was blank and his tone was stiff.

"Anyway, what do you want to do? Why are you running here to make trouble for me? ”

Listening to the voice, it is estimated that Charles answered a wrong one, and he was ready to do it.

In reality, however, Charles was the victim.

He was a little speechless, but Charles did not explain this, but rather abruptly said: "We are looking for God." ”

This short sentence quickly attracted the attention of the other party, and he saw that the long-faced young man narrowed his eyes, and his body subconsciously straightened.

Only the next moment, his shoulders shrugged again, and he pouted in disdain.

"Looking for God? Are you joking? God has disappeared for thousands of years, and the angels have never given up searching, but they have not found a single hair. By the way, who are you? ”

Charles didn't answer his question, but added, "We already have a clue." ”

These words made Gabriel, who had an unserious face, immediately become serious.