Anatoly did not know what the purpose of this mysterious Mr. Sullivan had brought him to this place.
In Anatoly's view, this place is just a very ordinary residence, but Sullivan asked him if he remembered anything after coming here.
Anatoly knew that Sullivan was talking about his amnesia.
Anatoly didn't feel that he had forgotten anything, but no matter from Sullivan's words and deeds, some words of the bishop, and even the sudden shattering of his cross, his rational analysis concluded that Conclusion: He really forgot something.
"Sorry, Mr. Sullivan, I don't remember anything." Anatole shook his head.
Sullivan nodded as expected, "It's not just you, the people living around here don't know who originally lived in this room."
Anatoly asked curiously: "Who originally lived here?"
Sullivan said slowly: "It's a widower with a ten-year-old child. They should have been away for a few days, because some food in the refrigerator is still in the shelf life. It's just..."
Seeing that Sullivan paused at this point, Anatole immediately became more attentive.
Sullivan looked at the dwelling in front of him at this time, seemingly puzzled: "We can't find out the whereabouts of the father and son... It's as if the world has evaporated."
Anatoly frowned and said: "If it's just an ordinary person, how could it be possible to hide from the monastery's eyeliner."
"I'm afraid it's not an ordinary person." Sullivan stared at Anatole meaningfully.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
At this moment when the four eyes met, Anatole seemed to feel some slight... fear in the eyes of this Mr. Sullivan.
"Anatole, you need to go with me to the headquarters of the monastery." Sullivan said suddenly.
But Anatoly, who had just graduated from the monastery and was just appointed here, seemed very puzzled.
Sullivan said indifferently: "I have a lot of restrictions. I can't perform any complete magic in this place. So I can only go to your monastery. There are measures for me to release it as much as I want."
Anatole was taken aback, because he heard what Sullivan just said...'you'
…
The two priests who left didn't know that they had a pair of eyes, and they were watching them all the time in front of the door of the house they had been watching.
It was sitting on the chair in front of this folk house, Luo Qiu Youye who had been scrolling through the phone screen was not here.
Of course it wasn't that Luo Qiu intentionally kept her out of here, she just woke up early and prepared breakfast, then went to the supermarket to buy things.
Luo Qiu no longer stayed in the hotel where he lived at the beginning, but after Oleg quietly left Moscow with Anton Lier, he also quietly moved in here as a temporary place to stay.
It's not that the hotel apartment prepared by the maid lady is not good.
It's just that he feels that staying here should have some taste, such as the rocking chair in the front corridor, lying here has a feeling of not wanting to move. It seems that the hotel apartment cannot give him this kind of experience.
There is a taste of happiness left over from when Kamala was still alive.
"you."
After the two priests left completely, Luo Qiu raised his head and looked at the sky in the morning. According to human cognition, there seemed to be something on it.
But Luo Qiu, who had seen the club's old ledgers, knew very well that there was nothing on them.
It exists, but not in heaven, nor on earth.
"Heaven... three more years."
Luo Qiu stretched and stood up from the chair.
He put on the earphones of his mobile phone, then kicked his shoes lightly, and just jogged out of the road like this, along the road in the community, all the way.
It's a good morning for a jog.
On the way, Luo Qiu met many people who also chose this time to run the road. People who like sports seem to be full of enthusiasm in their lives.
He met many people who greeted him, all kinds of people, men and women. They may be admiring the scenery along the road. In their eyes, these scenery is the color of the figure
Luo Qiu didn't know.
He has a concept of color, but all colors seem to him like a single hue. They are mixed together in a random manner, which seems to be regular, but it also seems to be irregular.
The whole world seems to have become a black and white world in cognition.
But he suddenly slowed down, slowed down his pace, and finally came to an old house.
It's a painting on the wall of someone's house... It should be said that graffiti is more appropriate.
Graffiti is not colorful, far from the bright and eye-catching street graffiti. It is not the kind of ironic thing, which can strongly express graffiti people's dissatisfaction with society, and can arouse the resonance of social people.
It's just a scan of the city simply outlined with black lines on the brown wall, but the city is not drawn to scale.
It is distorted, just like the reflection of the city reflected in a distorting mirror, the straight buildings become fat, and the neat roads become curved.
Luo Qiu stretched out his hand to touch the wall, and then licked his fingers... It didn't look like it was drawn with charcoal, but it was more like it was drawn directly with charcoal.
The lines are rough.
"For a while, I deliberately passed by here every day."
Suddenly someone spoke behind Luo Qiu. Luo Qiu turned his head to look, and what he saw was a man in running clothes wearing a mask and peaked cap.
It should be middle-aged.
There is a very tough feeling.
Luo Qiu just took a look, then raised his head, and took two steps back so that he could take over the entire painting. The middle-aged man running behind also stopped here at this time, also raised his head, quietly Look at the twisted Moscow on this wall.
He suddenly said: "This painting is not finished yet."
"En." Luo Qiu nodded.
The man seemed to be a bit regretful and said: "About a year ago? I started jogging around here in the morning, and occasionally I saw a young man painting here. It was winter, and I was more impressed. His clothes were very He is thin and has a terrible complexion, like a homeless man. But he doesn't seem to feel cold at all, what he is holding is just a piece of charcoal, when I saw it, the painting had already drawn a building."
He seemed to be telling a story that was rarely shared...with strangers.
"I've been observing him for several days. One day I couldn't help but go up and ask him." The man wearing a mask and hat looked at Luo Qiu and seemed to smile, "I asked him, why is it so cold? Why didn't you burn the charcoal in your hands to keep warm?"
"What did he say?" Luo Qiu asked casually.
"He didn't answer me." The man shook his head, "But he asked me a question instead: He said, do you have a dream?"
"Dream?" Luo Qiu was thoughtful.
The man also nodded casually, "Yes, dreams... To be honest, I don't know if I still have dreams. But later, I will always take some time to jog around here for a while, on the one hand for exercise, and on the other hand ... I think I probably want to see what this guy can last."
He shook his head: "It's a pity that this painting was not finished in the end, and I haven't met him for a long time. However, I still come here occasionally, thinking that maybe I will meet this guy again, and I will have a good time." I'm here to look at this unfinished painting."
"It's fascinating." Luo Qiu said with a smile.
The man also said softly: "Yes. Looking at this unfinished, distorted city always gives me some different feelings, as if I am always on guard against myself... I can't let myself live in such a distorted city. In the city. Hehe, I talked about some boring topics."
"Nothing." Luo Qiu shook his head.
The man started to trot on the spot, and suddenly he reached out and patted Luo Qiu's shoulder: "Young man, are you Chinese? I have been to this country several times, and it is a very good country. However, you can speak Russian so well Well, you may wish to consider staying here to develop, young people, there will always be opportunities."
"It's the same wherever I stay." Luo Qiu shook his head and said.
The man was taken aback, and seemed not to care about the meaning of the sentence, so he nodded and trotted away. But not long after he ran out, a black car followed slowly behind him.
Luo Qiu turned around and looked at the graffiti on the wall.
This is actually a painting that Yuri once drew. But the place where he is now is the manor of the Decaby family... Maybe he is greeting Miss Anna who was brought back last night.
"dream."(.)