"Get in."

Rostov was pinned down by soldiers to a strange place, he had been held for several days, and no one had taken care of him for those days, except for someone who came to bring food.

Can't even be a two-five-boy.

Today a priest came, but without saying anything to him, he took him to a church in the middle of nowhere.

When he thought he was going to lock himself up in this small church, he didn't expect the priest to walk into the very narrow alley next to this church by himself.

The alley is very narrow and lined with walls of tall buildings.

There is an irregular staircase at the entrance, and you can see that the windows of the adjacent building are all closed and the curtains are drawn. Through the curtains, you can see the shadowy figure, which proves that there are still people inside.

Rostov was then violently pushed forward by the soldiers, who then pointed a gun at him.

He almost fell to the ground.

"Get in!"

Rostov-on-Don's crisis perception stimulated his brain so violently that he could barely think.

But there was a gun pointing at him in the back, and there was no way, he could only slowly approach this alley.

The road at the top of this staircase was so narrow that he had to lean sideways to get in.

The soldier in the back cautiously leaned forward and stabbed him with a gun.

Walking through this narrowest road, Rostov looked with some curiosity at the endless path, the end of which seemed so mysterious that people wanted to go in and find out.

Although his hunch had almost reached the threshold at this point, he walked in step by step.

From the outside, it looks like it suddenly disappeared.

It gestured a cross on his chest and left.

In the chapel next to it, an old man who sat withered slowly opened his eyes and sighed.

......

Lemyshev, who Klaus was chattering, just jumped into Madame Butterfly's house at this time. Walked in, ate something casually, and walked to the basement.

"How?" Madame Butterfly's voice came from the darkness.

"Rostov was taken away last night, supposedly to Bush Alley."

Madame Butterfly's expression at this time showed a panic that was incongruous with her beauty: "Bush Alley?!" ”

"I've got to save him."

"Can't go, it's just the two of us now."

Madame Butterfly's voice continued, "It's not that the daylight hours are too long now, otherwise..."

Lemyshev shook his head.

The only two of them in the 'Thirteen Months' group escaped because they often moved at night and didn't go to meetings.

"I'm going to rest first."

As he was leaving, Madame Butterfly added, "I met two stand-ins today. ”

"Two?! You killed them? ”

"It's like three, no, I think he can probably help us." Madame Butterfly remembered Jost.

"Do you know what their names are? There are only a few stand-in messengers. ”

"Jost Jostar, if I'm not mistaken, his stand-in is very special, I think he's very reliable."

"There was another one who seemed to be named Klaus, who was tall and looked suspicious and needed to be wary of. His stand-in was not revealed. ”

Remyshev showed a surprised expression at this time, "You mean Klaus Zibelin?" ”

"I was about to look for him, but it was delayed because of the recent organizational accident."

"What are they coming to you for?"

Talking about this Madame Butterfly, her face was a little weird, "Speaking of it, I'm running errands for others, send me a love letter." Do you know them? Why haven't I heard you say it before? ”

"Klaus has just returned from abroad, and Jost, if I'm not mistaken, is the grandson of the musical instrument shop owner."

"It turned out to be the grandson of the boss, and the boss is a good man, no wonder I think Jost is a little kind."

Remyshev also did not have much contact with his boss, except that he did not sponsor some funds to help them, and it was said that he was a friend of his father.

"I'll go to bed first. It's better to be cautious when contacting them, I don't know who the inner ghost is this time. ”

Both of them were silent, and the fact that they had an inner ghost was something that no one expected.

Without saying anything, Remyshev walked out of the basement step by step.

......

"Is this really something that can be done with practice?" Jost practiced all day and doubted life.

"Of course, without him, only the hand is familiar." Klaus casually showed Jost one, throwing a potato high with his left hand, and the iron ball flying out in a whirlwind with his right hand, meeting in the air.

Brushing and brushing, the skin of the potatoes was peeled off layer by layer, and the clean and beautiful potatoes fell back to the left hand, and the iron ball also returned to the right hand with some whirling inertia.

Every time Jost saw this performance, he was very skeptical, this is not something that humans can do?!

Seeing Klaus prevaricate himself with what he said, Jost was also speechless: "Didn't you say before that you just believed in the roundabout." ”

"It's okay not to contradict it, it's okay to skillfully believe in maneuvers." Klaus finished and walked into the house.

"Teacher Zibelin is awesome!! Well taught! Skillfully believe that the maneuver is too detailed! Every step is explained clearly, if I can't practice, I'll be a fool! ”

Klaus scratched his ears, didn't seem to hear, and went inside to practice. Klaus was secretly refreshed, there was finally something that stumped Jost, everything was practiced in a few days, this is not a person, he practiced the basic skills of slalom for a few years when he was a child, although the iron ball he practiced was a tuba.

When the person walked into the house, he threw out a sentence: "After practicing this, change hands, and you have to practice your left hand." ”

The words reached Jost's ears, and he almost missed the falling iron ball.

"My hands hurt so much, I feel like I'm getting tenosynovitis."

Jost sighed, this hard day was really not suitable for him, and he was caught in bed and practiced roundabouts.

The right hand needed to rest and recover, so Jost practiced his left hand, first allowing the left hand to rotate the iron ball steadily, repeating the process of the previous days.

However, his left hand was much more difficult for him than his right, and he slipped off his hand after a few seconds.

[The strength of the body is increasing. 】

Looking at his physical strength, which is increasing every day, Jost feels that life is worth it. In less than two years, I will definitely have stronger muscles than Klaus, and then I can Ola Ora.

Throwing a knife was cool, but it wasn't as enthusiastic as Ora, and then looked at his body panel.

[Physical fitness: 23.1 (growing)]

Jost found that his physical fitness does not increase when he exercises, and he must rest after exercising, so that he will slowly improve at this time, and stop growing until he has fully recovered.

Practice well, eat well, and sleep well.

Jost was determined to be a good student.

When he was tired of practicing and put down the iron ball, Jost was ready to go for a walk by the river, enjoy the natural scenery, and then find a pleasant place by the river to meditate.

Walking slowly on the road, enjoying the summer breeze, there is a smell of from time to time.

Someone on the side was holding a horsewhip and smoking a horse frantically, "I don't know which gate stole my three horses last night, don't catch him for me." ”

"Work for me, don't be lazy, move quickly." As he spoke, he whipped the horse's whip at the thin man beside him.

Jost said he had no idea what was going on with the horse.

Slowly walking to the river, he found that several children were throwing stones at him and hitting him on the head, and there was drinking to protect him from hurting him. The passers-by next to him were also smashed, and they chased after them angrily, and the children scattered in a hurry, accompanied by shouting and scolding.

Jost said that he likes children the most.

So he picked up the stone at his feet, threw it casually, and smashed the front teeth of the child who had just thrown the stone and was now grimacing, and the child ran away crying.

He couldn't help but sigh, "It's so cute for children to cry." ”