The next morning, she went again to the Baroque red-brick spire: the Moses Synagogue, paid fifty dollars for a ticket, and walked inside. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Walking through the gate, a path made of small uneven square stones, with moss and green shoots growing in the middle, seems to indicate the rough situation of the Jewish people, and also indicates the difficulty of world peace, but it is full of hope. Then this corridor may have been walked by countless panicked Jews, leaving their fears on one side and their luck on the other.

The building in front of it, with a red brick sloping spire, and a white window lattice with blue arches covering the roof of the windows, then stretched out to both ends, dotted with blue stripes on the red wall.

The large iron doors of the synagogue welcomed her in. There is a brown dark wooden door in front and on the left hand, and a porch with stone arches, similar to the Baroque style. On the left side is the upper floor, and directly in front of you is the chapel.

The chapel on the first floor is visited only by a few people.

The solemn auditorium is impressively visible, and the solid wood staircase and window sills are basically unchanged, so you can imagine the scene of Jews gathering and praying here. The whole synagogue was silent, except for the Star of David and the long chairs arranged in an orderly manner, quietly in the synagogue. She was in a trance, sighing for a hundred years of life, and the years twisted her fingers.

In the center of the front of the chapel is a curtain that says it was a gift from the Israeli consulate in Shanghai, made of British gemstones, Indian silk threads, handmade in China, and embroidered in Hebrew with the words: God is in my presence.

Judaism does not have idolatry, so there are no idols for worship. In the center of the chapel is the holy ark. The holy chest used to contain parchment scrolls containing the Torah of Judaism.

When she was fascinated, she suddenly remembered her purpose, and hurriedly left the exhibition hall on the first floor and walked up to a small door next to it.

The second floor was originally where the women stood, and Judaism strictly separates men and women. The second floor was originally a large cloister, but now it has been divided into several rooms and used as a photo gallery with photographs of the life of Jewish refugees from Central Europe in Hongkou.

The exhibition hall was empty.

She pushed open the door decorated with Jewish ornaments and entered. A cemetery-like atmosphere came to the face. The music, the air conditioning, and the dim lighting make it feel like stepping into a buried time.

She walked to a room and subconsciously stood there, where she must have seen her great-grandfather play piano music in her dreams.

Why can I find exactly where he plays the piano in these rooms? She didn't know either, some old memories seemed to be rooted in her mind, even though she didn't know how they existed. It may be like an instinctive common sense in her subconscious. As soon as they approached the synagogue, they appeared.

A group of photographs on the wall are of Jews who once lived in Shanghai, their past, their present, and their works. There is no pain, and on their faces, there is only a trance caused by the passage of time.

Every time she looks at a photo, Qi Luoling has a little more memory in her heart. More and more extraordinary memories made her a little dazed, time can pass, but it can't take away the memory. In a sense, her memories overlap with her ancestors here.

After standing for an unknown amount of time, she came back to her senses and looked around, where the surrounding walls and columns had been painted. The place where the object was hidden was probably inside the chapel in front of her, to be exact, the one-armed old man told her that it should be behind a painting.

Is that dream real? After all these years, is that painting still there? What kind of painting is that? Thinking about it, her heart beat faster,

She came to her place against the wall, and there were several paintings on the wall, all of which were portraits of prophets from Judaism, including the portraits of the prophet Moses, and the portraits of thirteen other prophets.

She stood in front of a portrait of Uriel framed by an ancient man with huge red wings and golden wings, dressed in a black-and-red robe, a long white dress, and holding a yellow booklet in his hand, with the sun, leaves, and fields behind him.

UNDERNEATH THE PORTRAIT IS A NOTE: URIEL (HEBREW: URIEL), WHOSE NAME MEANS "LIGHT OF GOD," IS THE NAME OF AN ARCHANGEL IN BOTH THE JEWISHAND CHRISTIAN FAITHS. Uriel means "light of God" and "flame of God," and he is the angel who rules the fire of hell. Some mystics also believe that the angel was also in charge of poetry and music.

It turns out that the devil's messenger called himself URIEL, and it turned out to be this angel. She looked at it carefully, and a strong intuition surged in her heart, the score should be behind this painting. She looked around, and there was no second person on the second floor yet.

Qi Luoling tried to remove the portrait from the wall, but with a lot of force, the portrait did not move. The top of the original portrait seems to be tightly fastened to the wall by nails. She had to pull the bottom of the frame outward, and the narrow gap barely exposed the small back wall.

She grabbed the frame with her left hand, and then tapped it around the wall behind the portrait with her right hand, and there was a hollow sound in the middle of the wall. That dark grid must be behind this brick, she secretly snickered.

Next, she used the nail of her right thumb to run along the seam of the brick. The joints really don't feel the same as the hard bricks, and they feel much lighter and softer. Her heart fluttered, and she made a long nail along the seam, and the thick wall ash peeled off, layer after layer. More and more ash is falling from the wall, and the sides of the green bricks are slowly revealed.

But it didn't take long for her nails to be torn and blood to grind out of her fingertips. Qi Luoling endured the pain and continued to exert herself, but the more she faced inward, the more the wall ash became stronger and stronger, and her nails were completely incompetent. She had no choice but to give up, feeling a little discouraged, and so angry that she knocked the floor tile.

You can't do it with your bare hands, you have to use tools to pry the brick open. As she thought, she quickly restored the portrait to its original state, cleaned the walls on the floor, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and finally calmly walked out of the synagogue of Moses.