The world's writer Zygmunt Danda died in front of him, in the Basilica of the Holy Cross, where Chopin and Lemont's hearts were buried, in front of the icon of Christ Jesus. There were no enemies, there was still no sense of danger, and there were only two men in the empty church, one old and one young, one dead and one dead.

The fingers pressed on the trigger trembled slightly, and Gu Tie's eyes slid over the wound on the great writer's chest. The dagger pierces precisely into the vertical projection line of the fifth rib space with the clavicle, which is where the doctor auscultates the first heart sound, the exact position of the heart. But maybe Danda's heart was born slightly off from the usual position, which was as precise as a surgical knife that did not immediately take the old man's life, Gu Tie didn't know how long the old man had been sitting here with his injuries, human life was like a clock hanging on a cliff and swaying in the wind, fragile enough to fall to pieces at any time, and strong enough to survive the storm.

The handle of the dagger sank into the old man's chest, the blade could not be seen, not a drop of blood flowed out of the wound, the muscles contracted due to pain firmly embedded the steel, and the dagger without a blood groove was thus integrated with the great writer, Gu Tie understood that in this case, it was difficult to pull out the dagger even with the strength of an adult. The handle of the dagger is wrapped in a strip of white cloth and has a decorative faux pearl at the top, which belongs to the kind of goods that can be bought in every souvenir shop, and it is impossible to tell where it is.

Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, the wooden door for the renovation workers to enter and exit was pushed open, and the two construction workers walked in talking and laughing, Gu Tie immediately squatted down and hid behind the back bench, his eyes scanning the surroundings. A wall next to the altar was being repaired, and the Chinese touched it and grabbed a handful of wall ash, blew on the surface of the dagger handle, took out his mobile phone and took a photo, and then quickly sneaked towards the door with a single tactical transfer action.

The sound of the camera caught the attention of two workers, the tallest one of whom said something and walked towards the altar with a paint bucket in his hand, while the other stood in the doorway, pulled out his mobile phone and began dialing. Gu Tie immediately stuck behind a pillar, listened to the tall worker's leather boots clattering past him, and then turned around to leave his gaze and move silently through the scaffolding by the wall.

The tall worker must have seen Zygmunt Danda's back, and shouted something unpleasantly, presumably "No unauthorized entry during construction". After a few seconds, he would see the face of the dead old man, let out a hysterical cry and call the police, and Gu Tie was still five steps away from the door, he hid behind the pillar where Chopin's heart was hidden, and his right hand unconsciously clenched the Glock pistol. The short worker stood by the door and made a phone call, blocking the way to escape.

At this moment, the text box in the upper right corner of the field of view flashed twice and returned to normal. The network connection was restored without warning, and before he had time to think about the reason, Gu Tie immediately logged on to the quantum network to mobilize permissions, frantically searching for all available resources nearby.

Five seconds passed, the tall worker had already walked to the first row of back benches, reached out to touch Zygmunt Danda's shoulder, then the sixteen fire sprinklers on the west side of the church were automatically activated, and the "......" water mist fell overwhelmingly, in order to prevent water-based paint fires, a water-forming foam fire extinguishing agent based on hydrocarbon surfactant was added to the fire fighting system during construction, and white foam immediately surged into the air, and visibility instantly dropped to zero.

Two workers screamed and ran to the wall that was being repaired, because the fire extinguishing agent would destroy their frescoes, decorations and paint, the door of the church was silently pushed open and closed silently, a man in a black jacket quietly flashed sideways out of the Basilica of the Holy Cross, shaking off the water droplets on his body, the surface of the jacket provided by the bearded man was treated with nano water repellency, and the water droplets rolled off the smooth surface without leaving a trace.

Gu Tie combed his wet hair back, put on his sunglasses, and walked down the "Royal Road" without looking back. Like many ordinary tourists, he walked around with a guidebook in hand, stopped at the sights, took pictures with his phone, bought street food, and greeted the police happily. A small electric car with flashing police lights sped by, and tourists exclaimed to give way to the police car, "Is there something going on there?" Several tourists stared curiously in the direction of the Basilica of the Holy Cross, where a circle of onlookers had already appeared, and you could guess without looking back at Tie that two soaking wet workers were frantically drawing crosses in the crowd, pointing to the inside of the church and shouting.

It wasn't until he turned the corner into a secluded path and Gu Tie sat down on a bench in the shade of a tree to look around that he breathed a sigh of relief for a while and gradually calmed down his pounding heart. His back was almost drenched in cold sweat, and if it weren't for the fact that the internet connection had just been restored, he might have had to knock out a worker and even use a pistol, which would have only led to worse results.

It's not safe here. The Chinese did not dare to relax their vigilance, pretending to look down at the tourist map, and secretly mobilized the surrounding monitoring probes to observe the situation. Although he didn't find any suspicious characters, the successive incidents made him doubt the credibility of the results of this reconnaissance, and after a few minutes of rest, Gu Tie stood up and continued along the path, the street sign showed that the road called Piecasca led to Mildova Street, from where it was possible to leave the old town.

Where should I go now? Gu Tie's heart was in a mess at the moment, and he couldn't figure it out. Warsaw isn't safe either, and whoever murdered Zygmunt Danda or temporarily blocked their quantum connection, the enemy has incredible energy, and the best option for yourself to go it alone is to fly away.

"The time is ticking, you will face a test, and until that day comes, you must protect yourself because you are our only hope. If this message did not come from his adoptive father, Brandon Bartholomew, could it be a message from his biological father, whom he had never met? Who was he? Why did he use such a lengthy way to convey a meaningless message? And who killed a respected messenger?

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was almost knocked head-on by Gu Tie, who was walking quickly. As soon as the Chinese crushed under their feet, they naturally used the Baji Fist to "lift the cage and change steps", and as soon as the body was short, they reached the back of the uninvited guest, and the center of gravity changed, and the blow of squeezing and colliding was naturally issued. When he saw this person's face clearly, Gu Tie stubbornly stopped the offensive, and retreated a meter away in another step, holding back a breath of recoil internal qi, and his face turned red.

The person who came was a little girl of eleven or twelve, blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a white dress, long eyelashes flickering, holding a large handful of tulips in her hand, and looking curiously at the man with a strange posture and a hideous expression. "Would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers, sir?" she asked, as she looked at it for a few seconds.

"Don't buy it!" Gu Tie finally swallowed a mouthful of saliva with the smell of blood, raised his eyebrows, and shouted in the Polish language that the translation software had just displayed: "Walk carefully, little girl! Not everyone is as kind as me!" After speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"It's okay not to buy flowers, sir. A zloty, to tell you a secret. The little girl tilted her head and smiled sweetly, "Just one zloty." ”

Chinese had a headache when he heard it, and waved his hand: "I have come into contact with too many secrets today......"

"I insist, sir. The girl stared at him stubbornly, and there was something indescribable in her eyes, which was not the kind of look that a twelve-year-old girl could have. Gu Tie was startled, and involuntarily bent down, handed over a banknote with his left hand, and put his ear in front of the girl's mouth.

The blonde girl still had a sweet smile, but the words that came out of her red lips softly had nothing to do with sweetness: "Don't ask, follow me." They haven't been able to identify you yet, but it won't take long, and you won't be able to get out of Warsaw without our help. ”

Gu Tie didn't show the slightest expression of surprise on his face, he straightened up and patted the girl's head with a smile: "So that's the case! What a good boy, where is the bar you are talking about? Is there really a beautiful Russian aunt performing a dance? And the best beer in the city?"

"Not far away, two blocks away, sir!" said the little girl's expression of excitement, which was more real than real: "Would you like to go? Great! I can accompany you, and from here you can take a taxi to get there, and the fare will be only five zlotys!"

The Chinese nodded with a smile: "Just listen to you." I've never ridden in a horse-drawn carriage before. ”

The blonde girl jumped to the side of the street and waved, and ten seconds later, a black carriage dragged by two chestnut horses appeared in front of her, the wooden wheels stopped rolling, and the coachman took off his hat: "Good afternoon." Where are you going, sir, - and the beautiful lady?"

"Gruzensky Bar, on Väski Danash Road, do you know where?" asked the girl, looking up.

"Luckily, I know, please get in the car. The coachman nodded, leaning over and opening the carriage door.

Following the little girl to board the carriage, Gu Tie scolded "It's too unlike, as soon as you stretch out your hand, the taxi will stop, this kind of TV series plot can't happen in reality", while silently looking at this little Lori who doesn't look like a little Lori. Some details caught his eye: a low hairline, an unobtrusive pigmented mole on his neck, nails smaller than normal, a short ring finger. The ring finger, which is much shorter than the index finger, means that the fourth metatarsal bone has brachydactyly, and in connection with the previous details, there is no doubt that this innocent "little girl" is by no means an eleven or twelve-year-old adolescent girl, but an adult woman with Turner syndrome.

"Do you like Warsaw, uncle?—can I call you uncle?" the girl turned her head and smiled sweetly at Gu Tie.