In the toilet cubicle, Qin Ye was pumping angrily.
He understands that this is the second time testing himself. He estimated that he was wrong before. In this case, the other party used fate, but it was not completely dominated by fate.
Unlike the fate of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which manipulates everything, this time, its role is more like adding fuel to the flames. Knowing that this is inevitable, just making it happen faster, a catalyst-like identity.
But the tone of fate...
Great disrespect! !
It straightens out the cause and effect, but it makes Qin Ye feel no gratitude at all. I have to say... This is a result of a lot of incompetence...
"It means that what this official has done, he will write? What this official has not done, does it not mention a word?"
After pondering for a while, he began to think about the Russian side's approach.
It has to be said that there are some things written by fate that he never thought of.
Such as the attitude of Russia.
Yes... How did the Russian underworld think that China would like Russia's death script
Not at the same level.
It's really a blind spot for thinking, so... there are so many things I can do...
There are a lot of thoughts in my mind, and I haven't found a clear way yet. However, there are already clues. He straightened his clothes and walked out of the cubicle.
Wang Chenghao and Oda Nobutada are already eating, hehe... A group of small waves and goods who are too straight, saying no, chopsticks are still moving very fast...
Qin Ye sat down and took a bite. Not to mention, the unseasoned barbecued meat dipped in sesame sauce had a unique flavor, plus the miso soup... Although it was a bit boring, it was much more delicious than he imagined.
After eating, he did not leave, but sat in his seat and looked at Yeouido.
The location of Yeouido Gospel Church is very clear. As one of the largest Christian churches in the world, it is not small. In Qin Ye's perception, there are at least hundreds of brain mite carriers on Yeouido.
The five insect envoys left and right... He made a secret calculation in his heart. The yin qi of the other party may be able to hide from ordinary judges, but it is absolutely impossible to hide from the eyes of a successor of the sequence of kings of hell. These brain mite carriers are sparsely distributed on Yeouido, centered on the Gospel Church, and they don't seem to be very vigilant.
The other party should also know that after twelve o'clock is the real time for Qin Ye and his party to act.
… … … … …
Night, ten o'clock.
Yeouido is still brightly lit with neon lights, but in this busy city, there is one place that is extraordinarily quiet, and that is the Gospel Church.
The door of the church has long been closed, and the looming lights behind the multicolored glass make it look even more sacred. In the huge arched corridor, only the candles exude a faint light, making the place look sacred and solemn.
Andrei is the priest here, to be precise, he has been working here for more than ten years. At first, I went to Korea to preach from the United Kingdom, and I stayed there for ten years. He has long regarded the Gospel Church as his home. Except for those areas that cannot be entered, he knows exactly how many people there are in this church and who is on duty.
Walking in the tall arched corridor with the Bible in between, there are fine sculptures and large oil paintings on both sides. The dome of the wall was polished so smooth that it even reflected his blurry figure. It's just that, walking in this empty corridor late at night... Maybe because he is old, he often feels that those sculptures are looking at him.
Tonight was the same as the previous nights. After he had cleaned up the chapel, he walked into the corridor again. The priest's lounge was still inside.
However, just as he walked into the corridor and walked less than ten steps, he suddenly stopped.
The corridor is very long, about twenty meters. He turned his head and looked behind him in amazement.
Nothing at all.
"Illusion?" Andre shook his head in amazement. Just now, he heard footsteps.
Da, da... as if right behind.
He goes, he goes, he stops, he stops.
He continued to walk forward, but just three steps away, he suddenly raised his head, his whole body trembled, and his pupils contracted in disbelief.
Someone... really someone!
Just now, he heard it clearly! When he walked over, he had already settled down, but he clearly heard a soft "da" sound behind him.
It was the sound of footsteps falling on the smooth ground.
Even the priest, the hairs on his back are standing up at this moment. The church behind closed doors has only the outside guards and the monks in their respective rooms. Who... will be waiting for him here
Layers of chicken skin exploded on his skin. He looked at the ground, but found... Behind his shadow, there was a vague figure standing next to him!
No more than one centimeter!
"God bless..." He clenched the cross tightly in his hand, carefully raised his steps again, the corridor was not long, more than 20 meters, and walked past it was the confession room. Show up!
Taking a deep breath, the muscles on his old face were trembling. The next second, he suddenly rushed forward and shouted hoarsely: "Someone... some one!!"
"Someone... help!!"
However, strangely, no one responded to him.
Only the sound of running behind him, followed by footsteps, da da da! Not at all, at the same speed as his footsteps, as if... as if he was carrying something!
His shrill voice echoed in the church, and he rushed out more than ten meters, seeing the end of the corridor in front of him. However, at the same time, when... with a sound, something fell and flew to the front.
That is the cross.
Very familiar, silver cross.
The reason why it is familiar is because he is rubbing it every day, and there is already a little black on it.
How can I... the cross on my neck... fall in front of me? Andre, like a puppet, raised his hand and touched his neck. At this moment, he even suspected that his neck was still there.
The moment he touched it, he rolled his eyes and fainted completely.
There is a hand on his neck.
Not in his hands.
really... someone...
This was his last thought before he passed out.
I don't know how long it took, he took a long breath and woke up. However, as soon as he woke up, he immediately let out a scream.
In front of him, at some point in time, a man who was covered in black energy and dressed in Chinese costumes stood. There are two ghosts in the eye sockets. With a grunt in his throat, he took out another cross from his sleeve like a madman, facing the other party: "God, God bless..."
You got the wrong type... Qin Ye wanted to speak lightly, pretend to force lightly, and get the news lightly. However, he suddenly found a problem...
Why can't I speak English so fluently!
One person and one ghost stared at small eyes, Andre trembled like a stroke. Qin Ye didn't want to frighten such an old priest, so he cleared his throat: "excuseme..."
"Ahhh!!!" Father Andre screamed before he finished speaking.
… Qin Ye was so full of lies that he couldn’t say anything.
I'm all eXuSeMe! You are also called Mao! Have you ever seen such a polite devil!
When did language become a problem!
what to do
take away
No, after nightfall, almost all the worm envoys outside came out. Except for a few living people, all the others in this church were possessed by ghosts. He finally found a way for the young ghosts, and took advantage of the other party's gap to enter. Take it out and you'll be found right away.
Now, I am afraid that neither Rumyantsev nor him are ready to meet. However, this did not prevent the other party from seeing some information from him that he did not want the other party to know.
With a long sigh, under Father Andre's jaw-dropping gaze, Qin Ye... took out his mobile phone.
hmm... samsung...
Operates numbly, skillfully not like a ghost, open the translator, type in what you want to say, press translate, and then, in the eyes of Andre "Did I open the wrong way tonight?", put it in front of the other party Shaking.
no response.
Shake again.
Still no response.
Qin Ye understands very well. When a ghost appeared in front of him and communicated with you on his mobile phone, so did you...
"Hi?" Qin Ye couldn't hold back, just like that... when he went to a foreign country for a trip, he was so suffocated when he wanted to buy something, he forced a smile and said.
"Hi... oH, Hi! Hi..." Andrei's chest heaving and heaving finally subsided. He felt that tonight was so magical that he actually saw a demon one day and could communicate. The most important thing was to use It's a Samsung mobile phone!
This wave of saucy operations has simply ruined the three views of an elderly priest!
"Has hell also been in line with the times..." He finally couldn't help saying a word in English, looked at his phone, and it said: "Where is Mukov?"
I also used the question mark very kindly...
hmm... very polite...
Andrea almost threw the Bible to the ground, with the courtesy of Nima! What the hell is going on tonight! !
Taking a deep breath, the fear is gone, completely gone. No one can still be afraid in front of a mobile phone ghost. He thought about it and said, "Hewentto Busanthismorning."
Qin Ye: …
Then he pointed to the phone.
Are you kidding me old man
You can't use such a big phone in front of you? What kind of bird language
So, tonight's visit happily became the CET-6 test.
The church was silent, embarrassed.
Andre took the phone, looked at it for a long time, coughed lightly, and told Qin Ye again, using both hands and feet, Qin Ye finally became enlightened.
… the old man asked him to help bring up the ABC button…
It's miraculously beyond words!
A priest, a ghost, communicate with difficulty on a mobile phone, and use the ABC button...
Finally, Andrei handed him the answer. Qin Ye took a look and his eyes moved slightly.
At noon today, Mukov went to the Gijang Jukseong Church in Busan.
Having read the careful analysis of fate, he knows that there are three steps in the script of the god of death, and each step is handled by a special person. Two of them belong to the Russian underworld, and one belongs to the South Korean underworld. And Mukov, is one of the Russian underworld.
When he saw this line of words, he could clearly feel that the ballpoint pen in the sleeve was beating desperately.
It was as if... the long-starved Specter saw fresh blood.
He wants revenge... for all the children who died on the Shiyue!
Not just to Number Two, but... to the people behind Number Two.
The world of adults is no longer simple, so it uses the simplest method, direct killing, to tell them... the way of revenge of ghost children.