After parting with Li Xiaonan, Zhao Yinglu turned around and walked into the police station building behind him without the slightest hesitation, the badge on his shoulder shining with a slightly dazzling golden light in the sun.

Looking at the people who left with the task one after another in a few words, a big "? "What about me?" ”

"Where am I going, Tamel!"

"Ananda!"

Meiya's shouts were not answered, and Li Xiaonan drove Zhao Yinglu's only intact police car parked at the entrance of the police station silently and quickly past her, and drove straight out of the gate of the police station, the white exhaust drawing a delicate arc in mid-air.

“...”

January 20, 2023, 9:00 a.m., Polish City Church.

At this time, Li Xiaonan had already changed into a casual dress that was convenient for movement, and the dark green jacket with some folds was not conspicuous in the crowd.

Tamel, on the other hand, still grimaced, quietly surveyed the crowd passing by the two of them through a pair of sunglasses.

"I didn't expect there to be so many people." Li Xiaonan stared at the somewhat crowded entrance of the church and whispered to Tamel beside him.

"If justice is also a kind of faith, then there must be a lot of people who come to visit the police station." Tamel's cold voice came into Li Xiaonan's ears.

Hearing this, Li Xiaonan turned his head slightly, a little unclear.

Tamel continued to walk forward, saying, "Often people want only one outcome, in every sense of the word. ”

"They don't care about the truth. Even... It is not clear what is the result and what is the truth. ”

"Within the scope of the case alone, you and I have experienced that foggy selection competition."

"Sometimes the 'result' does not reveal the 'truth', but instead becomes a means to hide the 'truth'."

"And justice is more like a tower built on the truth."

"Only when we know the truth can we have the qualifications and power to use the trial to define and uphold justice..."

Speaking of this, Tamel's eyes behind sunglasses looked at Li Xiaonan: "In essence, our duties are the same, but as a detective, I am more eager for the 'truth'." ”

"And you, Ananda."

"You're after the tower."

Li Xiaonan listened to Tamel's words silently, silently followed in the middle of the crowd, and slowly approached the church gate.

In fact, Tamel is a person who rarely speaks, he is not autistic or withdrawn, he just feels that most of the time he doesn't need to say everything he wants to say.

Except when the detectives were making jokes together, whenever Tamel said a large paragraph, Li Xiaonan would listen silently.

Since Tamel felt the need to say this, it usually meant that there was some kind of speculation in his mind.

After more than ten minutes of silence, the two managed to enter the interior of the church, and they were greeted by a golden hall that was a little too wide.

Neat rows of benches are fixed to the ground, and even a buffet is set up in the corner of the hall.

Ten meters in front of the first row of benches directly opposite the two of them, there is a "stage" with a bright golden base.

At this time, the "stage" was obscured by an inky curtain, and the crowd that looked crowded outside the door was already seated on the benches one after another, and they reverently clasped their hands in front of their chests, as if they were expecting something.

"It's my first time." Li Xiaonan looked at the buffet in the corner and said to Tamel without looking back.

Tamel took off his sunglasses and hung them on his chest, ignoring Li's words, but instead looked at the rows of delicate benches in front of him.

After a few seconds, as if a choice had been made, Tamel blended himself into the crowd and walked to the benches in the third row.

"Hey!"

Li Xiaonan subconsciously shouted at the tamel who left him.

In the next second, everyone around him looked neatly at Li Xiaonan, who was making a loud noise, and some of the kind faces put their fingers to their mouths, reminding Li Xiaonan of his wrong move.

"I'm sorry..."

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Li Xiaonan folded his hands and whispered an apology, and then honestly followed the crowd to the third row where Tamel was.

"Why don't you call me..."Li Xiaonan whispered to Tamel, who was sitting next to him, "Did you find anything?" ”

Tamel squinted at Li Xiaonan and replied, "I've been here once. ”

"If there's nothing else wrong with the curtain open, I think we're in the wrong place."

"After all, there are too many people here, and it's more like a place where a second bomb was planted than the invitation pointed to by the invitation."

"But..."Li Xiaonan recalled the only clue he had and analyzed: "Just like what Feng Bei Fu said... Since the video is a mystery, the 'solution' of the two bombs must also be hidden in it. ”

"If the second bomb was placed here, the conjecture is true, but Saraville doesn't mention when the second bomb will explode."

Tamel took a deep breath: "That's exactly what I was worried about..."

"If the wind is right in its intuition, then the danger level will be the highest in our place."

"It's very likely that we'll be in such a situation," Tamel said, glancing at the crowd already seated on the benches, "Face the 'church'..."

“...”

January 20, 2023, 9:50 a.m., Poland City Church.

As the curtain slowly opened, a golden podium appeared in the center of the stage.

Footsteps rang out, and the whispering on the benches stopped.

The priest walked slowly out of the backstage passage in a white and gold outfit, his broad hood covering most of his face.

Behind him, followed by a nun holding a bouquet of flowers, emerald green calyxes rising from her bosom, white petals covering the lower half of her face, long black hair dangling down the same golden and white nun's dress, swaying with her footsteps.

"Zonghime..."

Li Xiaonan stared at the pale red pupils hidden in the bouquet and whispered.

Tamel reached out and pressed Li Xiaonan's shoulder, stopping him from trying to get up: "Let's see what they are going to do first." ”

"Your detectives must be on their way."

Exhaling a breath and calculating the distance between the third row of benches and the podium, Li Xiaonan held back his emotions and silently waited for the "priest" to speak with the believers beside him holding their hands in front of their chests.

"Ahem..."

The "priest" held the microphone on the podium and adjusted the height, and after coughing lightly, the only remaining voices in the church fell silent.

"Welcome, righteous believers." Saraville's voice came from the loudspeakers around the hall.

"When you accept the invitation of the 'church' and sit in front of me."

"That means you're in the game..."

As Saraville's words fell, the whole church was plunged into an uproar.

"What is the priest doing?"

"That's not what worship is about!"

"What an invitation, isn't it the day of worship today?"

“...”

"Please be quiet." Saravel leaned close to the microphone, and the shrill sound of electricity interrupted the believers' discussion.

"I'm sorry to disturb your service, but I can assure you that this is the last time, and..."

"Bang..."

The sound of gunfire echoed through the microphone through the golden hall, and the security personnel at the entrance fell to the ground clutching their chests to the astonished gaze of everyone.

Vivid blood red flowed from his fingers, as if it was infecting the white and gold holy church step by step.

"I'm in a hurry, I think Inspector Lee's detectives are already on their way." Saravel said again.

There was no answer, and the believers who had stood up and were agitated before also stabilized at this time, and stopped speaking with a guarded look.

Looking at the hall that had returned to silence, Zong Ji casually threw the bouquet of flowers in her arms off the stage where the two were located, hooking the corners of her mouth and blowing on the muzzle of the gun in her hand.

As she twisted her head, strands of blood red oozed from her collar, mingling with the long, waterfall-like black hair.

"So please don't cause me any trouble." Saraville's voice sounded at the right time: "Of course, I only have a full tank of seven bullets in my pistol, and there is no way to kill everyone on the scene, but..."

"If you want to rush to subdue us, who will be the remaining six lucky ones?"

As the words fell, the atmosphere in the hall fell from silence to dead silence.

Even the most devout believers are driven by personal desires.

And seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is an instinct that overrides desire.

Few people are willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of others with the justice and courage to do so.

Even if there were, then this kind of courage and justice must be accompanied by a brilliant and clear mind, and in the eyes of the wise, a meaningless sacrifice is foolish, and they have more important things to do.

"I used to be a detective too."

Saravel took off her wide hood and revealed her squinted eyes: "With the same justice and courage as you. ”

"I used to think that as long as I was smart enough, serious enough, and a little bit of God's favor - luck."

"I will be able to sweep away the malice of this world and punish all the criminals."

"But I'm addicted..."

As soon as the conversation turned, Saravel turned her head to the angry Li Xiaonan and continued: "I'm addicted to puzzles. ”

"Since then, I've come to expect new tricks from the prisoners... Again, I began to be afraid. ”

"I fear that at the beginning of a new day, the prisoners of this world will not dare to set up the puzzles they are proud of, and dare not release the flame of desire that is thriving in their hearts."

"That's boring, isn't it..."

"Then the world would be too boring."

Opening her eyes slightly, Saraville continued with a smile: "But it is undeniable that I have punished the vast majority of criminals, many of whom have extraordinary wisdom like you and me. ”

"And we, as detectives, are stepping on their 'masterpieces', their 'desires' and their 'bones'... Only then did he get on the seat of the 'detective'. ”

"I'm starting to expect stronger opponents."

"'Desire' and 'malice' run through everyone's life from beginning to end."

"Some people crave emotion, while others crave accomplishment or...'pleasure.'"

"I can't get enough of the thrill of trampling criminals under my feet, I think you can understand it."

"So by chance, I participated in the 'gamble' like you."

"The difference is that I kept the justice of being a detective as 'Saraville', and at the same time won the gamble."

"That's why I'm able to stand here and meet you face to face."

"It's hard for Li to laugh."

"And now, as 'Ji Xia', I have found new fun."

"A few years ago, I was able to trample criminals under my feet and get to the position of A-class detective."

"So today, a few years later, will I be able to trample the 'detectives' under my feet..."

"Get to the position of 'criminals.'"

As the words fell, Saravel put her hood back on her head, and sirens sounded outside the church door.

"A new gamble has begun, detectives."

Saravel pulled a second pistol out of her bosom, unwound the safety with a smooth motion, and loaded the bullet.

"You owe a debt of gratitude to the valiant security guard who told you with his death that not wanting to kill or not being able to kill are two completely separate things."

"Good luck to you."