"Have you ever wondered why we're here, and do you have any clues?" Su Wanqing leaned down and teased Xiaobai.

The little one with four legs was particularly lively, circling and bouncing around her.

"No clue." Tang Xue shook her head.

"Maybe we can ask her." Su Wanqing's gaze shifted to the little girl in the shadow of the church: "She may know more. ”

"That's a good idea, but as far as I've observed, she's not much different from a normal child, and she doesn't talk back, she should be able to speak, but I've never heard her say."

"I'll try."

Su Wanqing walked up to the little girl, her knees bent slightly, and her eyes were as high as hers.

The other man's eyes were staring, and he suddenly pointed to the painted window and opened his arms.

Su Wanqing immediately understood what she meant, and picked her up so that she could touch the glass of the church.

"Do you know where this is?" Su Wanqing asked softly.

She glanced back, shook her head, and stroked the angelic paintings, looking more interested in the church in front of her.

Su Wanqing dispelled the idea of asking, and then observed the outer wall of this church, the texture of the white stone seemed to have really gone through vicissitudes, thick and rough.

"St. Calle's Cathedral, I've been there." Tang Xue walked slowly: "Including the bronze statue next to the stone steps at the entrance, the painting on the window, and the dome in the center, the building in front of us is exactly the same as the St. Calle's Cathedral in Carples in my memory." ”

"Are you sure?"

"At least I don't see anything missing, it's like I'm back there, and if we're in someone's conscious space, then the scenery is too reductive."

"He is conscious, and it shouldn't be difficult to create such a virtual space."

"But if this is his subconscious, then it shouldn't be a foreign cathedral standing here."

"What do you think it should be?"

"Well, the third city of Tokyo, or the Sunshine Melly or something."

"What's that?"

"It's nothing, let's go in and have a look, I just tried to walk outside the church, but after walking a few steps, I came across something like a wall of air, and the only breakthrough was this church."

Although she was very puzzled about what Tang Xue was talking about, Su Wanqing had no objection to the decision to enter the church.

All in all, she hugged the little lady who didn't want to speak, and stepped on the steps in front of the door with Tang Xue.

The gate is open, and when you look up, you can see the shining bronze statues standing on both sides.

After entering the door is the church hall, the white stone columns support the central circular dome, on the dome is the relief of angels and gods, angels dressed in white satin and wings play the harp, bright light shines through the window, solemn and holy.

A guy who did not fit in with the style of church painting stood by the baptistery, a tall man with a black leather cap, a black trench coat and black leather trousers, and a rather pompous gold necklace on his dress like a delinquent boy.

His shirt was covered with muscles, and his face was fierce, and he looked very uneasy to mess with.

But the most peculiar thing is not that he is out of place with his surroundings, but his own "characteristics".

"Is this a sculpture or a painting?"

"I think he's somewhere in between."

"How does 2.5D feel?"

"Pretty much the same, but closer to two dimensions."

Looking closely, he was completely still, standing tall, with his right index finger and right arm stretched out, pointing forward, as if he was going to fight someone else in the next second.

It's not a real person, but you can tell at a glance that he's a fictitious character, as if he came out of a comic.

As they walked on, something even more strange happened, as if something was in the middle of the road, blocking them.

But it was completely transparent, and they tried to caress the outline, giving judgment.

"It's a person."

"Seconded, a transparent person."

"The muscles are huge."

"His feet didn't touch the ground, they floated."

"I think of someone." Tang Xue stood still and turned to look at the tall man in black.

"Who?" Su Wanqing asked.

"Jotaro Kujo."

"It sounds like a person from the Southeastern states."

"It's a character in a fantasy work, it's the protagonist, he has an ability called 'stand-in', which is simply explained to be able to summon a stand-in with superpowers, which is invisible to normal people."

"Meaning, it's the stand-in for Mr. Jotaro who is blocking our way?"

"Platinum Star, to be exact."

"Where did you hear that?"

"He told me about it before."

"I don't know much about manga and anything like that, is Jotaro Kujo famous? From which work?"

"Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, according to him, was a smash hit, but I hadn't heard of it."

"Let's move on, maybe there's something else in there."

They walked through the lobby and down the hallway.

Another "person" was hiding in the corner, it was a child with his knees in his arms, a white shirt and black trousers, who looked very different from "Jotaro in the air conditioner", he was thin and featureless, like a taciturn middle school student everywhere.

He seemed to be in some kind of depression, with his head buried between his knees, and he wore wired headphones in both ears, the plug of which was connected to a very old-fashioned black Walkman, something that was only used in the last century, and which is now considered an antique.

"Do you recognize him?"

"I'm not sure, but it's supposed to be Shinji Ikari."

"Who's that?"

"An inferiority complex middle school student who is forced to drive a giant robot and fight monsters to the death."

"It's also a character in a fantasy work."

"Yes."

"Let's go around again."

They continue to wander around the cathedral, always finding strange figures in certain places.

Including a fat child in red clothes with a pig's nose, a red carp and a blue seahorse in a fountain, Superman in a red spider suit hanging upside down on the wall, and an adult with a large nose and two stones carved with a pig and a rabbit in his hands

There are more than a dozen such figures, and they remain motionless in a certain state, as if they were dead things.

"It's counted."

Tang Xue was holding a piece of paper and a pen in her hand, and the objects she made with her "spiritual power" would not make her have headaches.

"A total of 14 characters have been found, among which I can recognize, there are Jotaro Kujo, Shinji Ikati, Spider-Man and Kodu, even if it is certain that these are all characters in his memory, probably related to his childhood."

"What do you think is the point of that?"

"I don't know." Tang Xue shook her head: "But."

"But?"

"I don't feel comfortable all the time."

"Why?"

"Because, those characters that make him remember deeply, are like. It's like it's dead, and there's only a shell left. ”

(End of chapter)