"... from one o'clock to four o'clock sharp." Wen Zheliu held his cane and stood on the bluestone pavement. "Although I don't understand what this period of time means, but..."
"But it must be very special." Xie Yuanyuan said, "Shall we go to the monastery now?"
Du Zijun stood there, stepped on a stone, and kicked the driver in the chest: "Hey, let's go."
The coachman was still asleep as usual, Du Zijun said: "What kind of props did you give him to sleep like this?"
He Qin raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "It's just the most common drug."
The night dew was cold, and the coachman shuddered and broke out of his sleep.
"... Kill someone! Kill someone, kill...!" He jumped up suddenly, bumping around in confusion and confusion. Unexpectedly, his feet slipped and he fell back to the ground. "Ouch!"
The back was a hard road, which made his spine hurt. The driver looked up blankly and saw the silence of the night. The figures of the four people were like reflections projected from the sky onto the world. One of them was holding a cane, as if he was holding a thread. The dazzling brilliance and silent majesty of the stars shocked his heart so much that he almost couldn't breathe.
"First... Master!" The hallucination of the raging sea of fire and the fear of witnessing the tragedy were all thrown out of the sky at this moment. He knelt on the ground and couldn't help but scream, "What are your orders?"
Wen Zheliu was startled, and He Qin had already stretched out his arm and calmly held the A+ level weapon behind him.
"Canes," he said softly, "don't leave them in front of civilians."
"Oh oh oh." Wen Zheliu reacted immediately and hurriedly hid his hand behind He Qin's back. He coughed and said to the carriage driver: "We are in a hurry. Can you take us to our destination now?"
The coachman said in a panic: "But just now I saw..."
"You didn't see anything." Du Zijun interrupted, "That's just your illusion."
The coachman rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked around again. The streets were empty and the doors and windows of the houses were closed. How could there be any burning sea of fire or murderous robbers? Seeing his confused expression, before the deterrent effect of the cane wore off, Wen Zheliu said, "Go and catch the carriage. When you get there, we will give you double the reward."
The coachman rubbed the back of his head in confusion, wondering if he was really sleepy. However, after hearing the other party's instructions, he immediately turned around and led the carriage out of the simple stable.
With the sound of horse hooves tapping, the four people quietly left the town and rushed towards their destination without disturbing any sleeping ghosts.
When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, He Qin did not leave the luminous pearl on the wall of the carriage. They kept their promise and paid the bill with gold that was more valuable than money. When the carriage driver drove the carriage away happily, the four of them raised their heads. Looking towards the mountain, the monastery is located in the open space on the mountainside, conforming to the shape of the ridge, almost integrated with the entire mountain.
"Come on." He Qin said.
The bodies of the four people rose from the ground instantly!
He Qin hugged Wen Zheliu's waist, and his physical strength, which was not suppressed by the system, was terrifying. Wen Zheliu could only hear the whistling wind in his ears, and blood rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he almost screamed!
"Slow down, don't be so fast!" He quickly grabbed He Qin's body and shouted loudly in the crook of his neck.
He Qin sighed.
"Baby, men can't be said to be quick," his low laugh voice was particularly sultry, and the heat was lingering on the side of Wen Zheliu's face, making his ears feel hot, "You know? "
"...Is there any need to know this kind of thing!"
Behind them, Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan flew into the sky in the strong wind. Although they lost the assistance of ghosts, they still had enough spells for them to use. Instead of taking the steep and narrow stairs, they took a shortcut and rushed to the door of the monastery as quickly as possible.
"If we knock on the door now, will anyone open the door?" Xie Yuanyuan asked anxiously, "It's not even five o'clock yet."
"Yes." He Qin replied, "They should have been prepared for our arrival."
He patted the heavy door heavily. In the quiet night, these sounds were like bells and drums, which could almost wake up the creatures in the mountain.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if we leave in the morning." Xie Yuanyuan grabbed the back of his hand and said, "Anyway, those ghosts won't harm us."
Sparks flickered on Du Zijun's lips. He said, "Didn't Li Rong say he wants to compete? Then hurry up. You can't sleep anyway."
"There is a fire on the mountain, and I am in the prison." Xie Yuanyuan watched him puffing away the cigarette ashes, and couldn't help but say, "And how do you know I won't be able to sleep? I'm obviously very good at sleeping."
"..." Du Zijun endured it again and again, but he still didn't admit it. Due to the constraints of the conditions, he was assigned to him a few times. However, he was not honest when sleeping at night. He got up several times and wanted to beat him up. As a result, he couldn't find anything to do with him at night. speak out.
"Here we come!" Wen Zheliu's face became solemn and he hurriedly straightened his clothes, "I heard footsteps!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the small window on the door opened.
The window was very narrow, and could only accommodate a human face. The four of them got ready, and saw bright and warm light coming out of the door. The clear outline of the glass lantern flashed past, and a woman's face appeared. .
She was wearing a headscarf with a snow-white collar, and her face was also snow-white. The candlelight rendered her eyelashes and eyebrows into a fluffy golden color, and even her red lips seemed to have a layer of gold powder flying, revealing her beauty. There is a purity and innocence that does not understand the world - this is a very young nun.
"Excuse me -" Even the voice sounded like an oriole out of the valley, "What can I do for you?"
"I think if the Holy Sister was still young, she would look like this, right?" Xie Yuanyuan suddenly said, "Her eyes are blue too."
He blinked, his irises covered with a layer of shining light.
The night was still dark and the candlelight was still dim. No one else could see the color of the nun's eyes. Only Xie Yuanyuan could see in the night. Du Zijun frowned and whispered, "Don't talk."
Wen Zheliu hung his cane on his waist and took out the ancient gold coin as a token from his arms.
"As entrusted by others, we are here to solve an... incident." Wen Zheliu said softly, "Maybe this can prove our identity."
The nun took the gold coin, frowned, and said, "Please wait a moment."
Then, she lifted up her skirt, turned around and ran away.
Xie Yuanyuan then continued: "It's true. Her eyes are blue and her hair is golden. She really looks like a holy nun."
Wen Zheliu turned his head: "You... you didn't change the props?"
Xie Yuanyuan shook his head: "Peacock Eyes and Jian Jade are very good. I bought another pair and didn't change them."
"It's best to get a pair of A-level ones. It's a waste of time to exchange them." Du Zijun rolled the cigarette butt smoothly, "Do you have money? If you don't have money, I will buy it for you."
Xie Yuanyuan quickly denied it: "I'm not short of money! I just haven't found one that has the same functions as these two and is better than them... Ah, she's back again."
The young nun did not come alone. She also brought several other strong women. The door made a heavy muffled sound and slowly opened in front of them.
"Please come in, please come in! Brothers and sisters!" She wiped the sweat from her forehead and hurriedly walked aside to pick up the lantern that had been placed on the ground. "I will take you to see the dean!"
So Wen Zheliu and others followed her and heard the sound of the door being closed again from behind.
The nun smiled happily as she led the way. She rolled her eyes and asked quietly: "So, you are not monks, but just like the people who came yesterday, you are here to handle matters in the courtyard?"
In view of the general environment, this site may be closed at any time. Please move to the permanently operating source app as soon as possible, huanyuanapp.org
The people who came yesterday... Wen Zheliu said with a smile: "Cross-dressing is also a detective's professional skill, please understand."
The nun laughed even harder. Her sweet and clear laughter echoed in the silent monastery, which always made people feel a little weird: "Then I wish you good luck! Four detectives like you have come, and they are still there until now. There’s nothing we can do!”
"...No, it's normal to be at a loss," Xie Yuanyuan secretly complained, "We're already in the sixth world. If we can make progress in just one day, that's called cheating."
"So..." He Qin said, "What is there in the monastery that requires us to come all the way to work? Can you tell us now?"
The nun glanced at him. At this moment, her expression became a little nervous and alert again.
"Let the dean tell you this in person," she grinned. "If I talk nonsense, I will get slapped on the palm."
Several people passed through several round stone arches. Under the light, Wen Zheliu took a vague look. Although the statues on them were not very delicately carved, they were rough. Under the moving light and shadow, the shepherds on them could be seen clearly. The expressions of both the man and the angel who spoke to him changed vividly, which was quite vivid.
"This is it," she put down the lantern and stood aside, "please come in."
The four people looked at each other and walked into the small room. The wooden door creaked and closed gently behind them.
The smell of kerosene lamps and the greasy aroma of candles filled the dim room. Wen Zheliu looked up and saw a statue of the Weeping Virgin hanging high on the wall. The corolla on the Virgin's head was in full bloom, but the side of her face was Six tears were shed symmetrically, one on the left and one on the right.
He couldn't help but feel moved.
The dean is middle-aged, not very old, but his serious expression, the silent and profound wrinkles on his face, the old but spotless nun's robe, and the straight waist all convey a message to the outside world. Message: This appears to be a devout Puritan.
"Hello." She nodded solemnly, her voice was hoarse, a string of rosewood beads hung on her chest, and she was holding an ancient gold coin as a token in her hand, "I am honored that you took the trouble to come here overnight. "
He Qin said: "You're welcome. There's no need to say more pleasantries. Please tell me the details and conditions of the entrustment."
He was so straightforward, which surprised the dean. When she came to her senses, she returned the gold coin to Wen Zheliu and said in a deep voice: "I need you... to help me untie the ghost's obsession."
"Us?" Du Zijun raised his eyebrows with a sharp expression, "It's already shocking that the monastery is haunted, and now we are asked to resolve the ghost's obsession. Is the commission correct?"
The dean slowly glanced at her: "Everyone walks in the world, and everyone has a legacy of sin. Even a monk cannot be removed. It is not surprising to stay here and not be able to serve the Lord. results. What’s more, they need the truth.”
The word "truth" caught Wen Zheliu's attention again. He tried: "Why do ghosts need the truth?"
"The truth is the answer. For them, it is the end of death." The dean's voice was still unhurried, as if there was some kind of silent weight, "The key to unlocking the riddle, Milotaunos The thread of the maze, a weighty drop of water condensed in the mist, has the ability to break through the environment and fall to the ground."
She made a gesture, and the cross at the end of the rosary showed a gap, which was a sculpture of the crucifixion of Jesus. "But I am also a person in a monastery, and my movements at night are subject to certain restrictions, so..."
"Who is the client?" He Qin suddenly asked, "Do you recognize the gold coins, ouroboros, and pentagram she gave? These are not symbols of orthodox religion, right?"
The dean hesitated for a moment and said: "Many years ago... probably when the war was about to end, a seriously injured nun came here."
"How much does it weigh?" Wen Zheliu asked, "This place is so remote that a seriously injured woman cannot trek here alone."
The dean nodded and agreed: "Yes, we were also surprised at the time. I still remember that she was so skinny and skinny, with marks of cuts and stitches all over her body... Lord, what a sight, it makes people... It’s a miserable scene that I will never forget. But miraculously she is still alive, so naturally we couldn’t just give up on her, so we let her live in the courtyard.”
Even though Wen Zheliu used the horn to heal the holy nun in one of the worlds, the plot of the main world still did not change. He asked: "What happened next? When did she leave?"
The dean glanced at them: "After she recovered from her injury, she left and did not stay here for one more day. However, she once told us that if we need help, she will come to help us no matter when."
"Then you accepted the help of pagans?" Du Zijun smiled, "It's interesting."
"Everyone is equal before God." The dean said calmly, without being shaken by his doubts. "If doing this can restore peace and tranquility to the monastery, I have nothing to hesitate."
Du Zijun faded the smile on his lips and said nothing more. He admired the dean's style and personality which was strict but not rigid.
"So, the specific request you want to entrust is that you want us to find out the truth about the haunting?" Wen Zheliu asked.
"Also," the dean said, "I know the identities of the ghosts wandering here. They are all believers who stayed here many years ago. I also want to know why they ended up in this situation."
Main mission 2 has been updated: Find out the reason for the death of the ghost (0/1)