The man didn't go to the bed, but just stood at the door and nodded to Jenkins, "Come with me."
he said.
Jenkins immediately turned over and got out of bed, put on his shoes and followed with his head down, feeling uneasy.
The two walked through the corridor in the backyard of the church, greeted many acquaintances, and finally came to a three-story building that Jenkins had never entered.
This small building is as inconspicuous as in memory, and the original owner seems to have never noticed it.
The middle-aged man still didn't speak, and led Jenkins into the small building.
At the door sat a young man drinking tea.
"Good morning Captain Bincy, um, is this the new guy?"
He stood up and greeted him warmly, but the middle-aged man didn't stop walking. He just nodded and led Jenkins into the corridor next to him.
Jenkins could hear the yelling behind him: "Hey, can you adjust the roster with a new person? I've had enough of being here watching the gate!"
“Great working atmosphere.”
Jenkins thought to himself.
The two of them walked inward along the corridor. The walls of the corridor were severely peeled off, but fortunately there were no spiders hanging down. They finally stopped in front of a door marked [034]. The middle-aged man took out a large bunch of keys strung together with iron rings, stared at them for a while, selected one, and then pulled Jenkins into the door.
The inside seems to be a study, clean and tidy but not very popular, and because there are no windows, it is very dark.
With a little light passing through the crack of the door, Jenkins noticed that the man in the middle stretched out his hand to pull out a book on the bookshelf. There was a slight sound of gears turning from nowhere, and the floor automatically shrunk, revealing a book on the ground. down channel.
"Isn't it traditional?"
A man's muffled voice came, and it took two or three seconds for Jenkins to realize it was talking to him.
"Oh, yes, sir, as in those legends."
"Although traditional, it is necessary."
The man said with his back to Jenkins, and walked down the stairs first, Jenkins following.
The stone walls on both sides of the passage were hollowed out with small holes one after another. While hearing the sound of the floor closing behind him, Jenkins saw the candles in the small holes automatically light up one by one.
"There are no steam pipes here, for safety and confidentiality."
The middle-aged man explained.
Jenkins nodded knowingly, which made sense. This kind of place looks like a secret stronghold, no matter how you think about it, it will not attract a large number of workers to construct it.
The downward ladder is not too long, and it takes about two spirals to reach the end.
The stairs extend underground into another extremely wide corridor, or a tunnel. The ground and the top of the head are all made of solid large stones. One side of the tunnel is just a wall, and the other side is a row of rooms.
The tunnel stretched a long way, and the underground lighting wasn't very good, so Jenkins couldn't see where the tunnel ended.
He opened the first room next to the stairs, and the middle-aged man walked in with Jenkins.
The door closed automatically from behind, and a row of oil lamps fixed on the wall of the room instantly lit up, illuminating the only three items in the room:
Two folding chairs and a wooden table.
The middle-aged man gestured for Jenkins to sit on the chair facing the door, while he sat opposite.
"If the slogan [Confessions are lenient, resistance is strict] is pasted on the back, then this is really a police station. Could it be that the legal gatherings have been exposed?"
He slandered, but sat down obediently.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Stephen Bincy. You can call me directly: Mr. Bincy."
"Hi, Mr. Bincy, I'm Jenkins Williams, I'm just 20 years old, I live in the Sabine District of Nolan City..."
"Okay, that's enough."
Bincy interrupted Jenkins, who was smug about his performance. He feels that he has interpreted the image of a young man who is excited, overwhelmed, nervous and a little scared just now very well.
These are normal behaviors of Jenkins from memory.
"I'll ask you to answer."
"What kind of melons are planted on what land? This question can't help me..."
Jenkins sang in his heart, but in reality he nodded hurriedly.
"May I have your name?"
"Didn't I tell you?"
He wondered in his heart, but suddenly became vigilant, wouldn't this be the necessary difficulty for the legendary traveler - lie detection
Pretending to do his hair, he tapped his temples, trying to find the feeling of opening the [Eye of Reality]. The process went very smoothly, and Jenkins immediately saw nine colored light spots in front of the man on the opposite side, and three clusters of light spots appeared on the wall to his left.
"One-way mirror? Is there someone behind it?"
He understood right away, but these were clearly not what he was looking for.
Faking a chuckle to stall for time, Jenkins finally saw the golden brilliance of Bincy's drooping left hand.
"Sure enough, supernatural items similar to lie detectors. Did those who wrote novels before time travel really come back? How do you know everything?"
He smiled and replied, "My name is Jenkins."
The pronunciation of "S" is very light, at least what Jenkins said in his mind was his former name-Jenkin.
"Before last night, were you exposed to paranormal phenomena?"
The expressionless man asked again.
"This question can't help me!"
He said the sentence again in his mind.
"I swear, last night's experience was my first encounter with the supernatural, Goddess, that was amazing!"
That's right, time travel was also last night, so last night was the first time.
"Very well, one last question, what is your belief?"
In Jenkins' field of vision, the golden mass was extraordinarily bright at this time.
He threw away the smile on his face, changed it to seriousness, and then recalled everything that belonged to Jenkin in his heart.
I don't understand the principle of the "lie detection" that is going on at all, so I can't deal with it at all. Jenkins really wanted to suddenly take the goddess of [Inheritance Sage] as his lifelong belief, but he was surprised to find that it was so difficult to deceive himself.
If he is given some time to adapt to the world and his new identity, Jenkins is confident in accepting a real "God" as his belief, although he may only be a superficial believer.
But it may not be so easy to convince myself hastily.
"It's another gamble."
He said to himself helplessly in his heart, trying to keep the expression on his face unchanged.
"I believe in knowledge, respect teachers, and recognize that books are the greatest creations of human beings, and they are also necessary for human inheritance. I believe that scholars and teachers with high moral character are the greatest group of people. I believe in putting knowledge and inheritance first. A great presence."