Late at night.

The bright moonlight did not seem to appear, and above the sky was a black abyss as deep as ink.

The ground is becoming more autumnal, and not long ago you can hear the clear murmur of insects, but now there is only silence.

The lights in the affluent area in the distance seemed to be a little gray and cold, and only the shadows of the buildings could barely be seen.

In the bedroom on the second floor of Walker Street, the lights are dim and warm.

Ji Yan withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on a simple book.

The fingertips gently rubbed over the slightly rough surface of the paper.

Although the art of papermaking has appeared now, there is still a huge gap between it and the smooth and resilient paper in Ji Yan's memory.

A hazy, pitch-black liquid-like mass crept in through the crack in the door, and slowly turned into a human form behind him.

This is exactly the shadow sent out by Ji Yan.

As a chef, the shadow has gained a new identity after working as a part-time architect-

Recon Knight.

Since the shadow couldn't speak, it could only express simple emotions, so Ji Yan handed it a silver fountain pen.

Luckily, the shadow can control how much it ablates.

Otherwise, this Mo Si, who has just entered the work, will be laid off in advance.

The shadow scribbled a picture and handed the paper back to Ji Yan.

Then she looked at him expectantly, as if she wanted to hear a compliment.

Shadow: (*°‿°*)

Ji Yan looked at the paper in his hand, and didn't know what to say for a while.

The painting talent of shadow is extremely high, and it can already become the pillar of abstraction.

I saw that there were crooked lines all over it, and Ji Yan could only vaguely see the appearance of a few people.

He pondered for a moment, but he didn't see anything famous.

So I had to say to the shadow: "Did you see these people in the factory?" ”

The shadow nodded.

"These people are employees?"

Shake one’s head.

"So this is the boss?"

Nod.

"Are they seeing someone?"

Nodding his head a second time.

"Is it a couple of people reporting to one person?"

Nodding his head three times.

Ji Yan stopped asking, leaving only the shadow staring at him blankly, as if exuding doubts.

Why don't you ask about it?

At this moment, Ji Yan already knew that there was indeed a driving force behind this matter.

can make several factory owners so obedient, and stop work to find an inexplicable person.

Only a few gang leaders are actually in charge of the slums.

Originally, Ji Yan would not be so concerned about this matter, but this matter involved the next-door neighbor who was very good to him, so he kept an eye on it.

But there seem to be a lot of things lately, gangs looking for people, familiar atmospheres, cults, and churches that have been silent not long ago suddenly come out.

How do you feel that the current imperial capital seems to have become the center of the whirlpool.

……

Following.

The morning sun is reflected on the white dome of the Duomo of Milan, and the entire roof of the tower is surrounded by holy light, as if the kingdom of God is on earth.

This was the branch of the Holy See in the Ottoman Empire.

There was an endless stream of pilgrims, and after entering the church, the original laughing and laughing looks turned into devout faith.

At the back of the church, there is a larger Gothic complex.

There was a bishop in a hurry, with a look of worry on his face.

He strode into the door of a church and looked behind the stone counter in the middle of the room.

There were clergy who were busy there, but when they saw the bishop, they immediately stopped what they were doing.

"Good day, Dear Bishop Randy."

The clergy greeted the bishop respectfully, and then looked sad.

Seeing this, Bishop Randy's heart jumped violently, and an ominous premonition arose.

Sure enough, in the next second, the clergyman's voice was like a giant bell ringing in his ears, shaking people to froze in place.

"Your disciple, Father Newman, has gone to the kingdom of the Lord."

"May the Lord protect him in the kingdom of God."

"When our people arrived at the scene, they only saw ......"

Bishop Randy couldn't hear the latter words clearly, his spirit was in a trance at the moment, and there was not the slightest sparkle in his eyes.

The whole person seemed to collapse.

Newman is a disciple of Bishop Randy, who has dedicated his life to the Lord of Radiance, so he has no heirs.

He always treated Newman as his own heir.

Now that I suddenly heard such bad news, even if I had made enough preparations in my heart, I could no longer bear the grief and indignation in my heart when I really heard the confirmation of the clergy with my own ears.

He didn't know how to get out of the church door, and the warm morning sun hit him, and he didn't feel the temperature.

Bishop Randy walked through the church in a daze, greeted by a number of clergy and pilgrims along the way.

But he didn't pay any attention to it, and just walked aimlessly.

"Bishop Randy, Bishop Randy!"

A clergyman whispered to Bishop Randy.

But when he seemed to hear but did not hear, he had to raise his voice.

It took some time for Bishop Randy to recover from his grief.

He looked at the clergyman blankly, with expressionless indifference in his eyes, and then asked in a hoarse voice.

"What?"

"Yes, it was the archbishop who summoned you."

The clergy were stunned by Bishop Randy's look and couldn't help but stutter as they spoke.

He didn't know what had happened to Bishop Randy to become like this.

But feeling the pressure of the air licking and licking his skin made the clergyman dare not breathe loudly.

This pressure was inadvertently emanated by Bishop Randy, who looked at the clergy who seemed to be suffocating, and restrained it

"I see."

"You lead the way."