When the fog of the early morning rises, the dawn silently splits the night like a sharp sword, and Brittus begins to wake up, glowing with the vigor of a new era.

Garbage trucks drove from the north to the city center and left again, transporting the domestic waste deposited for a day and night, and the wide and clean asphalt road was also introduced for the first time.

This new method of road construction was invented by Mardan, a scientist at the institute, in order to solve the requirements of industrial development for better transportation.

The streets still smell of chemistry, and in the heart of Brittus, in the Cathedral of Marseille, Bishop Nance, who has been toiling day and night because of the magician Jack, has not yet slept.

He stood by the window, staring at the rising red sun with a serious face, and his heart was filled with uneasiness about the future since he had seen the mad magician that night.

"Edmund has someone from the Holy Land to send him back, and I've designed three different routes, so I don't think he will be attacked by that madman. ”

“...... There should be no problem, although Jack has surpassed ordinary abilities, he has not yet reached the point where he cannot be eliminated, he just can't be killed by ordinary means. ”

"The most troublesome thing now is Jack's organization, they are actually planning the hunt and killing of the perceptuals, and there must be a bigger conspiracy behind this behavior!"

Bishop Nance frowned, and the comfortable white satin robe on his body was a little wrinkled, but it did not affect the Bishop's natural religious temperament at all.

"Shadow. ”

"After many years, this long-dormant organization is really active again......"

"Heh, it's just a troublemaking group formed by a few wizards and traitors, and this time the Holy See will definitely uproot you!"

Bang ——!

The solid wooden door was slammed open, and Archbishop Nance quickly turned around, looking at the panicked cultists in surprise, he had not yet changed his mind from the Shadow Organization, and he was also full of doubts about the people who had broken in at this time.

"What's going on?"

"Lord Bishop, come out and take a look outside!"

"At some point, a large number of dark clouds have gathered in the sky in the direction of the West Mountain that cannot be dispersed, and the partner in charge of monitoring the surrounding force field said that it is full of black energy!"

"What!!"

The Bishop of Nance was even more shocked, and without even putting on his simple linen robe, he quickly left the room and climbed to the commanding heights of the Cathedral of Marseille.

This is also the place where the cultists with less perceptual ability than Edmund work, and he is usually responsible for monitoring whether there are any large sacrifices going on in the city of Brittus, and he can't tell more clearly than Edmund.

And the Bishop of Nance took the double-barrel copper telescope and looked into the western sky, where dark clouds were rolling, accompanied by thunder and lightning, but there was no rain......

I don't know if it's old and dazzling, but Archbishop Nance seems to see in the dark clouds not the usual yellow or purple lightning, but gray-white lightning that is almost the color of zombies!

He took away the binoculars and rubbed his eyelids, hoping that the image in his eyes was caused by the fact that he hadn't slept all night, and the gray energy that radiated from the mountains to the west had already made the cultists in charge of perception sweat coldly!

Reconfirming what had happened, Bishop Nance suddenly remembered something, and quickly conveyed orders to the congregants and missionaries behind him.

"Oh no, it's the gathering place of that group of crazy people!"

"Send someone right away...... No, I'm going to go there myself, and you tell the government not to panic, and to report the clouds as unexplained natural phenomena while it's still too late!"

The congregants who were in charge of liaising with the police station and the government immediately ran off the high platform and left, taking Bishop Nance's orders, and the others followed in the footsteps of Bishop Nance, almost all of them went to Xishan.

The steam carts drove away from the church, leaving Brittus before he was fully awake, so that no one saw much of the anxious action of the Holy See, except for the people who got up early to sweep the streets and make breakfast.

And when Bishop Nance arrived at his destination with the congregation, the dark clouds on the western mountain quietly dispersed, so fast that even Nance thought that he had not woken up yet, and was just having a panicked nightmare.

"It's strange why the clouds suddenly disappeared again?"

"I wasn't dreaming just now, was I?"

“...... What the hell is going on?"

The cultists whispered, and though they had just left the warm bed, and were unwilling to take on the urgent task of the situation before dawn, no one dared to complain openly.

The mountain road was rough, and there were some bumps in the steam car, and when they stopped in front of the West Mountain Madhouse, the congregants walked out of the steam car in confusion, waiting for Bishop Nance's judgment.

It was completely dawn at the moment, but there was still silence in front of the mental hospital, as if nothing had happened.

Pale walls and cold iron gates separate the inside and outside of the asylum into two worlds, seemingly undisturbed by each other.

The cultists were still waiting, and the Bishop of Nance was not in a hurry to get out of the car, his eyes were full of solemnity, which was the expression on his face that had been frozen since he noticed that the dark clouds had dissipated in the blink of an eye.

In the expectant gaze of everyone, he suddenly slashed his thumb with a knife.

When the real pain came, Bishop Nance's restless heart seemed to be calmed, and he slowly stepped off the steam locomotive and personally led the team to the iron gate.

In the process, Bishop Nance also discovers the suspicious situation in the seemingly peaceful mental hospital, and confirms that he and the congregation are not dreaming, and that everything in front of him is not a hallucination.

For example, how come the people in charge of guarding the gate of Xishan Psychiatric Hospital are not in their proper positions?

For example, it should be almost time for ordinary patients to get up, why is there no movement in the mental hospital?

"Lord Bishop, the clouds have suddenly disappeared, is it possible that someone is deliberately playing a prank on us?"

One of the believers asked inexplicably, and although he didn't believe this statement in his heart, this question appropriately eased the atmosphere.

"No, it's definitely not a prank, even I can feel the cold evil power radiating outward as I rush to this mental hospital. ”

Bishop Nance replied in the affirmative, holding the railing of the large cold iron gate with both hands, which was locked, and because the gatekeepers were not there, they could not enter the special gathering place without any problems.

"Hopefully nothing major has happened, and recent events have worried me. ”

"Your Excellency, please don't worry too much, the situation just now may just be the awakening ability of the madmen who have lost their minds, after all, their existence is in a state of instability. ”

"Yes, Lord Bishop, this mental hospital is under the joint care of that fellow Hoover and Miss Marselan, and the two of them are capable of dealing with emergencies. ”

The congregants behind him were reassured, and although they did not want to get up early to work, they had great respect for the Bishop who was in charge of the Cathedral of Marseille and the surrounding area.

If you want to become a bishop, it is not enough to have great power, but of course strength is also necessary.

"Hopefully Hoover and Marselan will handle this sudden and strange incident well. ”

Bishop Nance took a deep breath and suddenly prayed to the sun as he spoke, a cyan flame burning on one of his fingers, easily breaking the chain that held the large iron door together.

The cultists looked at Bishop Nans with envy, who was able to use his power to such a perfect level, even among the world's most powerful beings.

Of course, in order to have such a powerful ability, Bishop Nansi also faced the same huge risk on the basis of his talent, so as to obtain the power of fire from a mysterious source controlled by the Holy See of Odel.

The thick iron chain steel lang fell to the ground with a thud, and Bishop Nance kept an eye on the mental hospital, and with a loud creak, the large iron door was pushed open.

The cultists rushed in, through the empty playground and into the white building with closed gates.

Bishop Nance, of course, told them to be careful, but instead of following the congregation, he felt more and more uncomfortable......

"What went wrong?"

"Where's Hoover......"

Huge doubts filled Bishop Nance's mind, and he walked slowly through the playground that should have been full of shouting, all that came to mind was the last time he had been with Edmund.

There should be warm sunshine, patients chasing butterflies in the grass, mentally ill brothers who like to yell against the door, and busy female nurses in pink......

Now only the congregants in papal attire are shouting and delivering messages in a roaring way.

The red sun in the sky was also slowly moving, and Bishop Nance quickened his pace, finally arriving at Hoover's office.

On his desk, there was only a mess of registers and bright gray pens still in inkwells, and on the glass-window bookshelf behind his desk, Bishop Nance saw a lot of psychology books.

The Birth of the Grotesque Psychology

Research in Popular Psychology: The Rabble

"The Strange Evolutionary Psychology"

The Birth of Tragic Psychology

"Abuse and Love in My Artistic Life"

The Power of Positive and Negative Emotions

The Devil Effect: How Good Guys Become Devils

Sex, Love, and Meditation

"Extralegal Personality"

Analysis and Solution of Sexual Orientation Deviation Problem

......

Bishop Nance opened the glass case, and his sixth sense told him what seemed to be hidden in the books, explaining all the strange signs in the asylum.

"Does it take so much to know about psychology to manage a psychiatric hospital?"

"I thought that as long as the managers weren't normal, they would be able to get along well with the madmen. ”

Pulling out a random copy of The Outlawed Personality, Bishop Nance rolled it twice and tucked it back into place, though he couldn't understand why the Hoover guy was so keen on these books, but he wasn't interested in them at all.

His eyes continued to inspect the shelves, and in the afterglow, Bishop Nance suddenly saw a strange book, the reason why it was a little strange was because it was the only black book in the entire bookshelf that had nothing to do with psychology.

And it's located in the bottom crevice of the shelf, where there is only a lone book, and if you don't pay attention, you will even ignore it.

It didn't seem to be taken seriously by Hoover, but there was no trace of dust on it.

The elderly Bishop Nance crouched on the ground with some difficulty, and the heel of one foot could not even touch the ground, but he leaned in to pick up the book.

When my fingers finally reached the crevice, reaching the strange books hidden in the cracks, the footsteps in the corridor were close!

The young cultist hurried into the office, a look of surprise and confusion on his face, but joy still took over most of his emotions.

"Bishop Nance, we have searched the wards of the mental hospital, and the ordinary patients are fine, as well as the nurse who takes care of them!"

"They just don't know why, they all got up late today, so they didn't wake up in time, but Station Master Hoover and Miss Marselan haven't ...... yet."

"Shhhh

Interrupting the congregation, Bishop Nance put his index finger to his mouth and turned to make a silent motion.

The young disciple nodded, he looked at Bishop Nance, whose head was covered in silver threads, struggling to grasp something, and was about to say that he wanted to help......

Suddenly, the bookshelf in front of the young Catholic and Bishop Nance suddenly changed in disbelief!

It was like a door, a gap opened under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, and a faint black mist seeped through the ground......

Bishop Nance got up with some difficulty under the support of the young believer, as if he had exhausted all his strength during the time he had been squatting, and even the place where the young believer was caught by him felt a pain.

However, the young cultist didn't care about this pain, he wanted to know how there was a strange secret door here!

"Your Excellency, what the hell is this......"

"I don't know what's going on inside, but it looks like there's some secret hidden in Dean Hoover, who we trust. ”

Releasing his grip on the young cultist, Bishop Nance squinted his eyes and looked into the analysis, one ready to push open the secret door, the other ready to open the flames.

"Stand back, there may be dangerous contraband behind this. ”

The young cultist immediately stepped back until outside the office, hiding behind the wall and swallowing his saliva to watch for any impending incident......

After the young congregant left his office, Bishop Nance finally stepped up his hand and gently pushed open the secret door......

Squeak –

As the secret door was pushed open, the young cultist's eyes instantly reflected a dazzling glare that made him dizzy.

The overwhelming black fog swept in, but it was blocked by all kinds of fires blocking the secret door, and when the darkness and the firelight collided violently, bursting out with a light that surpassed a single color!

Not only the young believers outside the door, but also the nearby believers lost their vision in an instant, and in the black, white and gray world, it seemed that even the sound was swallowed up by the light, and everything suddenly seemed like a dream......

And in this energy collision, only Bishop Nansi did not blink his eyes, he firmly used the blue and yellow flames to block the layers of black mist in this secret door, and never allowed them to leak and affect the world!