It was sunny in the morning, but now the sky was overcast for some reason—gray clouds and mist covered the city-state of Poland from top to bottom, and the clock towers and chimneys in the distance seemed to be turned into shadowy ink against this misty background, and the cold wind blew in one after another, and the wind was turbulent.

Two cars pulled out of the Underwood family's mansion, one of them sped straight onto the avenue toward downtown, the other turning to the shortcut path to the lower town, heading off into the distance under the gloomy sky.

Morris sat in the driver's seat, cautiously steering the vehicle down the trail while peering out into the weather.

The sky was a little darker than before, and the chaotic wind was almost howling, rolling up the colorful flags on several nearby towers.

The sudden bad weather gave him a faint feeling of discomfort, and it reminded him of the last time he visited the antique shop.

It seemed to be the same bad weather.

The old man raised his right hand and patted his head to cheer himself up, while at the same time glancing at the stone bracelet on his wrist out of the corner of his eye.

Between the intricate knots, only four coloured stones remain, and these charismatic stones shimmer faintly in the drowsy light of the sky, giving them a calming atmosphere.

Rachem's augmentation can save the scholar's life in the face of knowledge beyond comprehension, but this augmentation has only limited utility in the face of the truly dangerous shadows of the subspace, and Morris doesn't know what awaits him when he goes to the antique shop this time, or if the stones can protect himself like he did last time.

But he still made his way to the antique store.

As long as you keep your curiosity under control, as long as you don't open your "True Eye" again, as long as you don't look at Mr. Duncan and everything around you, you'll be safe - the subspace shadow is friendly (though it's incredible), and as long as she doesn't cross the line, then she won't harm herself.

She may even be able to help.

Morris took a light breath and let his pounding heart slowly calm down.

He knew that he had touched some terrible truth beneath the peaceful façade of the city-state, and as a historian he had roughly guessed what that truth was, but instead of reporting it to the church himself, he ran to an unspeakable being from subspace.

This is undoubtedly a rebellious and even heretical act.

But he still made this bold decision.

Heidi had gone to the cathedral, and her act of seeking refuge and the cryptic messages she had sent should have alerted Bishop Valentine, and he had prayed briefly before leaving, and if Lachem was still watching him, he had done his duty to warn the church, and now he was going to the antique shop—three ways at the same time would at least increase his chances of success.

Something may have happened to Vanna, and she is the judge of the Deep Sea Church, and even she can have an accident, which makes Morris dare not put all his hopes on the church.

I just hope that at least the cathedral itself has not fallen, hopefully...... The choice to let Heidi go to the cathedral to seek refuge and give a warning was the right one.

A thunderclap suddenly sounded, and after a loud bang, a loud noise was heard in the distance.

Morris, who was thinking about it while driving, was startled by the sudden movement, and he subconsciously looked in the direction where the noise came from, and vaguely saw smoke rising from a building in the distance.

It seems that a lightning bolt ignited the roof - bad weather, bad luck.

The building was in its own direction, and Morris couldn't help but mutter, and then chose another side road and drove in.

However, not long after he drove, he saw several mad wolf dogs suddenly rushing out of the alley in front of him, and a drunken drunk man with a stick following the mad dogs.

"What a madman out of nowhere...... "Morriston frowned, and pressed the horn to keep the drunk a little sober to get out of the way, but the other party heard the horn

Instead, he ignored it even more, cursing and rushing to the front of the car, swinging his club and smashing it on the machine cover.

Maurice was startled by the thud, and seemed to suddenly react to something, and immediately stared into the drunken man's eyes, and shouted in a low voice: "Moldazoro Geometry! ”

The vast and chaotic knowledge and memories suddenly poured into the drunkard's mind, and set off a brief storm of thoughts in his superficial consciousness, and the reckless man, who was afraid that he did not often use addition and subtraction with more than two digits on weekdays, suddenly let out a cry of pain and horror, and ran away frantically.

Morris immediately restarted the car, and rushed straight past the mad dogs that were still barking wildly on the side of the road, and rushed into the increasingly gloomy street ahead.

Shaking off the temporary trouble, Morris's face did not relax in the slightest, and a large abrupt ditch appeared in his vision, and a steam pipe on the side of the road suddenly burst, and the heat blocked the way, and his bad feeling was finally confirmed.

It's not that the weather has suddenly gone bad, it's not that trouble has popped up all of a sudden, it's not that I'm unlucky today.

There is something holding you back – from moving on, the "seeker of the truth."

This is not a strong blockade, nor is it a direct and lethal threat, but a series of unexpected events is more like some kind of "stress response", like an automatic vigilance rule.

How does this vigilance rule work? How did "they" find themselves? Is it because of your own "awakening"? Or is it a specific action?

I was only vaguely aware of the truth, and I didn't have a direct confrontation with the mastermind behind the scenes, so I encountered this series of "obstructions", so what about Fanna? What did she discover and what did she encounter that caused the whole person to disappear into the reality dimension?

Maurice silently recited the holy name of Rahhem, and the corner of his eye checked a few colored stones on his wrist, and he drove around the obstacle in front of him, and directly chose a thoroughfare that led to the fourth block. Baidu search @ essence book pavilion to see the latest chapter of the deep sea.

On the open and straight avenue, how do "they" plan to obstruct themselves?

Morris blinked, and suddenly, he saw a figure other than himself in the rearview mirror.

A "man" in a tattered ascetic robe, shriveled like a skeleton, with a grotesque smile on his face, was sitting in the back seat, and through the reflection in the rearview mirror, this shriveled and strange man was looking into Maurice's eyes.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Morris," said the shriveled figure suddenly, and with a very polite manner, "where are you going?" ”

"I should have thought of ...... When I was discussing the 'Wilhelm arraignment' with Mr. Duncan, I should have thought it was you so-called 'preachers,......" Morris slammed on the brakes and turned slightly to look at the figure sitting behind him...... When did you dive into this car? ”

"It's hard to say, it could have been yesterday, or it could have been 1889—when you and your wife had just bought the car," the wizened man seemed to smile, and the shriveled flesh of his face crumpled with it, "is it important that you are in such a hurry?" ”

Maurice was silent in reply, but the wizened preacher of the last day did not care, but continued to say politely, "I will not let you go wherever you go—but I will not take your life, for you prayed to the subspace in that fire anyway, and you are half of our countrymen...... Oh, you don't know who you prayed to, did you? ”

Morris's face changed suddenly, and finally turned into a wry smile: "I see......"

"As we often say, the subspace is the Promised Land, which will respond to all the desires of all beings and grant the fulfillment of ...... fairly," the Missionary raised one hand, reverently and gently, and then his gaze fell on Morris, "What are you going to do next?" Trying to evict me? I have learned about the power that the God of Wisdom bestows on believers, and it is said that your words can turn knowledge and memory into power, and make words as powerful as bullets, and I would love to see them......"

"Bang bang!"

A series of six deafening gunshots burst into the car, and before the preacher could finish his words, he was already beaten by a large-caliber revolver

A corpse, two of which were shot in the heart and one in the forehead.

The shriveled body quickly turned into pale shards, and then drifted away like dust in the wind.

Morris pulled out his right hand from the angle of the seat on his side, and a revolver was still smoking.

"I've got all the bullets, what am I talking nonsense to you......"

The old scholar muttered a few words, casually changed the revolver for ammunition, and at the same time started the car again.

He knew that his journey was still difficult, and that there might be something standing in his way—killing a hard-brained preacher wouldn't end it.

The Last Preacher may even continue to pester himself tomorrow - since this guy dares to get into this car, it means that he doesn't care about death at this moment.

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