The largest church in Yaozhou is located on the north bank of Sujiang River, at the mouth of the sea. There is still a part of the land here that falls under the jurisdiction of Qianhua Lane, but Feiye Bay is on the south bank of the river. If you want to get to the church, start from Ziwei Apartment and take the water route which is the fastest.
The two came here on a boat arranged by the church. There is no need to volunteer this weekend, but today is the church’s open day, and the church people organized some interested friends to come and visit. To put it bluntly, Mo Weiming and Wu Hui don't have much interest, but if they don't have to bear transportation and catering expenses, that's a different matter.
Very purposeful. But people are all material, so there is nothing wrong with that. They can always agree on this. The boat was provided by the Yangming Chamber of Commerce, which is also the church's largest sponsor. Similarly, the smooth activities of foreign chambers of commerce representatives here are also inseparable from the support of the church. The boat is large and stable, making it almost impossible to feel dizzy.
After having lunch at the place arranged by the church, you can go directly to the church. But the two acted alone, not with a team. They have limited interest in explanation. More importantly, they still needed to discuss what they had said in the teahouse last week. Mo Weiming worked the night shift for another half week, and the time couldn't match Wu Hui's.
Everyone went to visit, but they were the only ones who stayed in the restaurant to eat.
"Don't talk about those messy things. I really want to watch Fei Yunxuan's play tomorrow..."
"I think so too," Mo Weiming said, "I just don't know if there is a system like the minimum consumption in Feiye Bay. I don't have much experience in this kind of spending situation."
"It doesn't seem to be the case. My colleagues have all been there, but they just said that the fruit plate snacks are enough. If you want to eat, you have to order a la carte, and the theater ticket does not include this. No...compared to these, what we should consider should not be..."
"Oh. That's right." Mo Weiming took another chopstick of edamame, "I looked at that theater ticket for a few days, but I didn't see any clues. It didn't seem to be any different from other theater tickets, it was just an ordinary piece of paper. . In this case, what is the difference between us and ordinary audiences? How can people in the theater find us and tell us about those magical artifacts? "
Wu Hui peeled off a pickled peanut: "So from what you say, are you sure you want to get into this muddy water?"
"No, I haven't thought it through until now. The instinct of fear of trouble still keeps me away from these messy things. Otherwise, I wouldn't advise you to sell the beads at the beginning. Even if you only dabble a little in this kind of thing, It is easy to cause unexpected disasters and be involved in unavoidable disputes. In other words, the more you know, the more dangerous it is."
"Then... you won't go?"
"We already know too much."
"Well."
"Now that we're here, it's better to know as much information as possible and collect as much intelligence as possible. Only in this way can we protect ourselves in a chaotic environment. We don't seek to shine among the stars, but we seek to protect ourselves from danger."
"Then you...will go tomorrow?"
"But I haven't thought about it yet." Mo Weiming stuffed a round bean into his mouth, "Let's see."
"What's going on with you guys..."
"Don't even think about running away. If I decide to go, you have to come with me."
"Why? In the end, these things have nothing to do with me. I don't have a respectable father, nor do I live in a house where people have died. No matter what, I shouldn't get involved in these troubles."
"You want to break away from the relationship at this time. Just tell me whether the clam is in your hands, right?"
"Isn't that what you gave me too? I just give it back to you."
"Don't you really think that if you don't go, trouble won't come to your door? Why don't I advise you to learn some things together. Don't let the person who walks in front of you want to kill you and you don't even know how to run away. "
"Anyone who is determined to kill me can be killed no matter what..."
Wu Hui muttered. A bean fell from the tip of her chopsticks and rolled to the edge of the table. She moved her chopsticks hesitantly, noticing that the lady boss who had been sitting at the next table didn't look too good. Maybe they both ate too much of the free snacks.
"Let's go..."
It didn't take them long to hike to the church. The style of the church is similar to that of the surrounding areas, which are all Western-style. There is a foreigner street nearby, which is very close to Qianhua Lane. The buildings in their area have a unique style. The tallest building is the church, with its sharp silhouette, sinuous reliefs, and pointed roof. There is a bell above, but I have never heard it ring. But walking west along the river, the newly built native-style bell tower there has never sounded.
"Did you know? The bells in foreign churches jump up and down when they are struck." Wu Hui suddenly pointed upward and said.
"Why?"
"I read it from the book. Our clocks don't have bell tongues, just like the thing inside the bells. Our bell towers have almost always sounded by striking since ancient times. Their clocks do, so they need to make the bells move by themselves. The voice is loud."
"Is this so..."
When we walked into the church, there were not many people inside. Everyone was watching everywhere and everything was quiet, even the commentator's voice was very soft. The most eye-catching thing is naturally the rose glass, each one like a cutout in a kaleidoscope. The sun was in a very good position. Through the radiating colored windows, colorful beams of light poured down, and tiny dust particles danced. Originally, they had the mentality that it would be okay to come and take a look, but at this time, both of them fell silent. After all, you have to visit in person to experience the shock of silence.
There aren't many furnishings inside. There are seats on both sides, and the central road leads to the podium and altar. There are also aisles on both sides of the seats, which are even very spacious. There is a sculpture at a distance. None of the sculptures are duplicated, but it is easy to imagine that they must be some kind of god or angel.
The statues here have rich expressions, clearly expressing their emotions. Mo Weiming stopped when passing a certain statue. This one is rather special. He held his head high, folded his hands on his chest, and had an indescribable expression—relief or determination, joy or sadness, as if he was arrogant, as if he was compassionate. Complex emotions are difficult to interpret through body movements and expressions. Even the corners of his mouth seem to be smiling, sad, and even more peaceful. He saw densely packed words engraved below, all in foreign languages.
Wu Hui came up and said, "You read a lot, do you recognize it?"
"Well, I shouldn't have read as much as you. However, I could have tried to read it, but this font..."
"I could understand a few letters, but it's just like our calligraphy. I can't tell why. This statue always makes people feel a little special...I'm also a little curious. If I can ask someone, I can alright."
After saying that, she saw a man in black standing in the nearby shade, who seemed to be the priest here. Before Mo Weiming could react, she walked over.
"Sorry to bother you -"
The man turned around, and Wu Hui slowly realized that he was not a clergyman. He was just wearing a long black coat, with a little white lining exposed at the collar. The overall look looked a bit like a priest's regular clothes. But it only "looks like".
The disturbed person held the frame from the side. The black frame only covered the lower part of the lens. He tilted his head slightly in confusion, smiling gently as if he was asking something. Wu Hui was a little embarrassed. Before she could say anything, Mo Weiming stepped forward to rescue him.
"Sorry, I think we..."
"Ah, it's you, Doctor Mo."
Mo Weiming was stunned for a moment when he was called that. He looked at the other person for a moment, vaguely remembering him. He has indeed seen this person, but who is he? He sees many patients in the hospital every day and cannot remember everyone's faces. Although this person may not be a patient...but besides that, who else would leave an impression on him.
"Don't you remember me? I work in the Health Department of the Police Department and I met you twice in the hospital."
He put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly. Mo Weiming noticed that he was carrying a suitcase in his other hand, which was very similar to the suitcase he used for medical visits.
"It turns out to be...Mr. Tang." Mo Weiming nodded, "I remembered you."
"Yes. I guess you are here by invitation, right? I was also invited by the church to visit."
"That's right. Well, is there some relationship between the church and the police department, or..."
"No no. I'm just like you, I love volunteering for them too."
Mo Weiming was a little surprised. He recalled briefly.
"But I seem...never seen you?"
"Isn't this quite normal? The police department always has a lot of work, you know. The hospital is always busy, right? According to the arrangement of the central hospital, you guys work in rotation, and I and several other doctors in your hospital Regular contact. Maybe occasionally we have the opportunity to meet, but because both parties always have other arrangements, we miss it? Hahaha..."
He smiled and narrowed his eyes. When they noticed this, they felt that he was always squinting his eyes and seemed to be smiling all the time. It seemed like a somewhat deliberate politeness. But politeness is good after all.
Although Mo Weiming said "bad things" about the Police Department, he seems to have no big objection to this public official named Tang - at least for now. Wu Hui could feel that his attitude was quite calm and normal. But for some reason, Wu Hui had a strange feeling. Although the other person was well-mannered and well-spoken, she did not want to make eye contact with him. This is a feeling that is hard to describe. So she briefly greeted the two of them and said she planned to go around the area.
Tang Zhen recommended several interesting shops on Foreigner Street to her. Obviously this person was familiar with this area, and Wu Hui said she would go and have a look. Before leaving, she vaguely heard such a conversation between Mo Weiming and him.
"No, I don't believe in any religion...but I am willing to help the church. It has nothing to do with the Police Department, this is my personal matter. If you don't mind, I can tell you slowly. Well, that's it . The church has been providing help to orphanages in Yaozhou, you must know. There are... several of them, your father... I..."
The voice gradually became blurred, and Wu Hui did not look back.
