No. 6 Mink Street, second floor of a single-family house.
Vinason was sleeping soundly in the warm quilt, but was suddenly awakened by the rustling sound outside the window. He got up in confusion, put on his woolen coat and went to the oriel window.
"This is?"
The sky was so gray that it was hard to see anything clearly, as if the night had fallen halfway and formed a special chaotic color.
He was a little confused, but also a little familiar. He always felt that he had seen this chaotic gray-white color somewhere and it was very familiar.
call......
With a breath of turbid air, Weinerson pushed open the wooden window inlaid with transparent glass. Subconsciously, the window inexplicably turned into a door, a mottled bronze door.
The boundless gray-white seawater was surging inside the door. Directly opposite him, floating was a wrinkled sketch paper with a yellowish surface and cracked corners.
"Sketch paper...art student..."
The feeling of déjà vu came to mind again, as if he had come back to the day of time travel again, and Weinerson focused his eyes on the sketch paper.
On the surface of the yellowed paper, pencil and charcoal were used to draw a pattern wildly and wildly. It was a combination of an octopus and a dragon, with countless tentacles growing on its head and three eyes on each side of the "old days" "!
Under "Old Days", there is a line of ancient Hermes written:
"The ancient domination sleeping in R'lyeh City!"
"The mysterious master above the taboo!"
"An eternal dream that transcends time and space!"
Weinerson was startled, his head buzzed, and whispers came from all directions. Suddenly, the corners of the "old man's" mouth on the sketch paper curled up, and his eyes looked at him!
ah! !
He sat up suddenly, sweating profusely. He saw the warm sunlight through the curtains, saw the bookshelf and desk, saw everything around him, and realized that he had a nightmare.
As a clergyman with extraordinary power, he understood that such dreams always revealed something and would not appear for no reason, so he carefully reviewed it in his mind.
While thinking about it, Weinerson froze, and the muscles on his face trembled unconsciously, because he discovered one of the memories, which seemed to be engraved in his mind and could not be removed!
"The ancient domination sleeping in R'lyeh City, the mysterious master above the taboo, the eternal old dream that transcends time and space..."
As I recited this noble name silently, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if they were isolated by something, and my perception became clearer.
Suddenly, he noticed something. Not far from the window, there was an invisible, indifferent, and turbulent hostility watching here.
Someone is watching me? Weinerson sat upright suddenly, confirming the feeling.
Yes, someone is watching me with extraordinary power!
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the quill in the blue pen bottle placed on the table shook slightly. Then it made a swipe sound and stopped spinning in mid-air at high speed. The tip of the pen sucking ink was facing that direction.
The streets are busy with people coming and going, full of noisy hawkers and the sound of horse-drawn carriages.
The warm sunshine turned everything in the room golden. Looking at the fiery red sun on the horizon, Weinerson's whole body was cold, and an uncontrollable tremor emanated from deep in his heart.
I couldn't find him, even though there was only a few hundred meters of street, I couldn't find him.
He looked at the lively main street of Mink Street next door, and for the first time he felt that the black stone brick road was so unfamiliar.
snap——
The quill landed on the wooden table with a sound, and a little ink spilled from the tip of the pen. Weinerson gave up the idea of launching an attack.
No, I have to go find Joseph Paxton today. He said that there will be night watchmen guarding me. But now the night watchmen have not noticed this hostile monitor. It is too dangerous to attack rashly!
Just in case, he felt it again. After confirming that he was receiving hostile looks from the neighborhood, he immediately got out of bed and took off the old clothes he wore when sleeping two or three times.
He took the linen shirt hanging on the hanger nearby, put it on, and quickly buttoned the buttons from top to bottom.
The more he buttoned, the more strange he felt. The shirt that usually fit him well now became like a bundle, getting tighter and tighter, making him very uncomfortable.
After taking a closer look, Weinerson discovered that not only had he buttoned the wrong button, but he had also put the clothes on backwards, making them tighter and tighter.
He shook his head helplessly, unbuttoned his clothes and put them on again, took a deep breath, and used some mental power to regain his composure.
Don't panic, the more you panic at this time, the more likely it is to cause problems. I will go find the night watchman now, and they will definitely give targeted methods.
Well, I remember Joseph said before that if I want to leave Faslanka, I need to notify the Shipley-on-the-Rhine police station, and the night watchman should be able to be contacted there.
No, it’s still too slow to contact the night watchman through the police. Every minute I wait now means more danger. I can go directly to the church. That’s right, the branch church of St. Honavitch’s Church in Faslanka, St. John’s Church. Goethe's Cathedral.
In front of the floor-length mirror, he put on clothes that were not quite the right size. He took out the revolver hidden under the soft pillow and put it in the pocket of his woolen coat.
Regardless of putting on his hat, he turned the handle, opened the door and went downstairs.
The street in front of the single-family house is undoubtedly much wider than the black brick street below the previous townhouse apartment No. 31.
There are sycamore trees on both sides of the road, and on the outermost side stand gas street lamps with a curly grass pattern that are not too far apart. They are one of the landmarks of Mink Street.
Sure enough, the feeling of watching followed.
Weinerson put his hands in his pockets, pretending to be walking downstairs, and walked forward expressionlessly.
He quickly bypassed the main road, but instead of walking onto Reston Bridge, he went around to the crossroads on the back, stopped a tram, handed over 3 pence, and walked away.
This kind of gaze followed closely behind the carriage. Sitting in the carriage, Weinerson began to look slightly nervous. He found that this hostility was getting closer and stronger, as if he would endure it in the next second. He couldn't help but pounce on him.
After spending dozens of minutes in fear, the carriage gradually stopped in front of a white square of buildings along the Rhine River. Weinerson jumped out of the carriage, and the sun shone on the earth. In front of him was a magnificent narrow-sided church with a spire!
St. Jagoth's Cathedral!
The headquarters of the Honavitch Church in Faslanca!
As a devout believer in polytheism, it is normal to come here to pray to the God of Sleep and Crimson on a working day. If I have to say something strange, it is probably not Sunday.
This cathedral has an obvious Gothic style, is entirely black, and has a tall mottled bronze bell tower on the front. It is located on a huge stone buttress between colorful lattice windows, and the overall vision is extremely shocking.
The melodious and ethereal bells I heard every morning were caused by this big guy!
Standing in front of the church, Weinerson was quite stiff. Although the feeling of gaze behind him was still there, it had become much more restrained than when he was on the carriage before. If you don't feel it carefully, you can hardly notice it.
Hum, you are indeed afraid of the night watchman!
Without much pause, he walked quickly into the church and walked along the aisle of two rows of wooden chairs towards the large prayer hall.
Along the way, narrow and high windows inlaid with fine colorful patterns appear one after another. The fiery red sunlight passes through the stained glass and is refracted, dyed with colorful light, ranging from blue to deep blue and red to deep red, making the surroundings extremely dreamy. .
Weinerson's expression relaxed slightly at this moment, and he walked step by step to the large open prayer hall.
There are no exposed rows of high windows here, only a thick and huge dome. Behind the arched altar, on the wall facing the door, there are six-pointed stars engraved with many spell symbols. In the middle, there is a huge dark red inlaid star. cross.
Just looking up at it, Weinerson was shocked by the statue. It was like a traveler lost in the depths of the desert who suddenly raised his head and saw the North Star twinkling. It was hope, ideal, and sacred.
At this moment, amid the bishop's low and gentle sermon, he quietly found a seat near the passage where there was no one around, and sat down in a calm mood.
The left hand that was holding the pistol slowly let go, and then the habitual folding of his hands was changed to clasping his hands, pressing against his drooping forehead.
His brown hair moved automatically without any wind. Hearing the bishop's voice, Weinerson closed his eyes and immersed himself in his soul. During the whole process, he was extremely pious, as if he were actually praying.
"God said that darkness will fade away, light will reappear, disasters will fade away, and happiness will come."
"God says that everyone who keeps his word will surely receive lucky favor, and everyone who is hypocritical and greedy will be swallowed by the abyss."
"God says, Scarlet is with you, Scarlet is with you, Scarlet walks with you, Scarlet will satisfy your healthy body and spirit, and help you become a winner in spiritual warfare."
"Let us praise Crimson together!"
The echoes piled up and entered his ears layer by layer. Weinerson calmly understood and listened. The sermon was like a brush soaked in foamy water. His mind was washed and washed by tranquility until the bishop completed the sermon and ended the mass ceremony.
I opened my eyes, stood up, and followed the gentlemen and ladies in front of me, lining up in a conscious and orderly manner.
Even though today is a working day, there are still many devout believers in the church, and there is a constant stream of prayers. This is the Orthodox Church with thousands of beliefs!
After more than ten minutes, it was finally his turn.
Shen Jing stepped in and closed the door with his backhand. Weinerson's eyes suddenly became dark, and he could only vaguely see the outline of the bishop wearing a black robe.
"Child, what do you want to say? Whether it's a confession or a solution, it's fine."
Weinerson, who had adapted to the dimness, raised his head, and his amber eyes suddenly brightened. He took a step forward, took out the admission notice from St. Honavitch University from the pocket of his woolen coat, and handed it to the bishop. .
"Venerer van der Rohe, I am being watched by an unknown force and I want to find Joseph Paxton."
The bishop took the admission notice, opened it and took a look. After a few seconds of silence, he said:
"The side door on the left side of the hall, turn in, there will be someone behind you to guide you."
As he spoke, he pulled a rope behind him, and the tinkling sound of a bell came from the other side of the wall. The sound was subtle, as if it was informing him of something.
Weinerson took back the admission notice, pressed it on his chest, bowed slightly, then put it back into his pocket, turned around, and pushed out the door.
