A spiritual intuition from the Lucky Master told him not to go in.
In the final analysis, due to lack of preparation and lack of information, it is difficult to predict what will happen if you rush in like this.
The crux of the matter is that he has no way out.
Joey vaguely felt that the way to leave was in the church, and the danger was also inside.
This feeling is very dangerous. When encountering extraordinary events, do not believe any speculative thoughts, which will often push you into the abyss.
Just when Joey was in a daze, Yunus had disappeared into the darkness.
"Wait~" He didn't even have time to stop him.
"Damn~"
Now that the only escape route was gone, he didn't think he could find a 'living person' here who could communicate normally.
I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in.
Meanwhile, outside.
Norm and Duke have put together a picture album of all the issues.
"All eight are here," Duke said.
The two worked hard all day, and finally ended it all before the accident happened.
Norm frowned and asked suspiciously:
"With so many picture albums, why do only 9 of them have problems?"
He couldn't figure this out. If there was something wrong with the pattern on the album, it would attract the attention of some beings.
Logically speaking, shouldn’t all albums have this function?
Duke thought for a moment and took out a crumpled newspaper from his arms.
The paper is yellowed and obviously not a product of the moment.
"I found this in the archives of that bookstore."
The title of an expired old newspaper is a line of eye-catching red fonts.
'If you hear the call, don't look back'
Below is a series of detailed reports on missing persons.
It was a group of pagans active between the sea and the port.
They spread various items to select suitable people and kidnap them secretly.
These people entered Leah under various disguises and secretly performed ritual magic in an attempt to summon a certain being.
Finally, he escaped during a siege in the church and disappeared from sight.
"9 albums, 9 people selected? Are you saying those guys are back?"
Duke nodded and then shook his head:
"No... maybe they are always there, just hiding where we can't see"
"Maybe it's more than these, there may be more, but I didn't find it."
"Okay! I don't have time to care about that now." Norm took out his cigarette irritably, and lit the lighter several times but no fire came out.
"Now tell me how to find those missing people"
Every day of delay puts Freya in more danger. So far, she has been missing for 5 days.
As soon as Norm closes his eyes now, good and bad pictures will appear in his mind.
Duke was now scratching his head, scratching his head, and said awkwardly:
"With my ability, I can only find these. The next step involves the extraordinary, and I can't do anything about it. By the way, you can ask Joey, he has a better brain."
'boom'
The lighter was smashed to the ground by Norm.
He yelled irritably: "He's missing."
Norm just got the news in the morning, which is why he is getting more and more irritable now.
Hearing this, Duke turned his head sharply, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Didn't he feel fine when we separated the night before yesterday? Is there something wrong with the body?"
"No, he sent the gun back yesterday. The person disappeared in the city. Our people saw him going to Levitt Street with our own eyes."
The atmosphere at the scene fell into another strange dead silence.
I don’t know how long it took before Duke spoke slowly:
"Maybe we can find some clues from the picture album!"
Norm looked sideways at him.
"You mean these picture albums are not to be burned?"
Duke nodded: "Maybe Joey's disappearance has something to do with it."
Norm shook his head and thought for a while, with uncertainty in his tone:
"I still think it's better to burn it."
Duke pointed to the album on the table:
"Have you ever thought about it, the missing people are all women, the men with problems are all dead, and Joey is just missing, maybe because of something he found in the album." He spread out all the albums flatly. .
"When extraordinary penetration occurs, there will also be corresponding clues."
within the next few minutes.
Norm and Duke reviewed the album repeatedly and finally discovered something was wrong.
In each picture album, there is a unique pattern. They tore off this page individually and pieced it together to form a new pattern.
"This is...the church." As a church enforcer, Norm recognized this pattern at a glance.
Duke pointed to the missing corner: "This should be the picture album that was burned."
"Time is running out, let's go to church now"
After arriving at the place, I searched the church inside and out, not missing any suspicious places.
The final result was unsatisfactory.
"Do you think this church doesn't look like the one in the painting?" Duke asked.
The moment the words were spoken, both of them looked stunned and said at the same time: "Old church"
The current church is newly built, and the oldest church is located on Leavitt Street.
. . .
When the two of them rushed to Levitt Street, Joey had already stepped into the church door.
He stood there, staring unblinkingly at the huge cross in the middle.
There was originally nothing on it, but the picture would appear involuntarily in my mind.
It was a bloody man hanging on a cross.
He rubbed his eyes and began to doubt whether what he saw before him was real.
"Yunus" he called softly, and the only answer he received was the sound of the wind coming in from the skylight.
The window used for light was very high, and the only entrance and exit was the door.
Surrounded by collapsed stone pillars, broken glass, and some decayed seats.
Following a series of marks on the ground going deeper, he looked back and found that the door seemed to be getting further and further away from him.
There seemed to be a man standing there, with disheveled hair and unclear face, smiling at him.
The opened door was slowly closed by the person.
Bang~
With a crisp sound, the first floor of the church fell into darkness, and the moonlight from the skylight reflected the anger on Joey's face.
"Yunus, what do you want to do~"
Joey ran back, only to find that there seemed to be a code of balance between the door and him, and the distance between the two was always maintained at a constant limit.
It's there, it's always been there, but you can't get closer.
"Can we only go up?"
He frowned as he looked at the winding stairs.
A row of footprints on the ground disappeared when they reached the stairs.
The dust that accumulated on it told him that no one had ever set foot here.
He went around in a circle. The area on the first floor was not large, and there was no second way to go upstairs.
Stack those broken seats together and try to get through it and escape out the window.
"Papa"
Joey dusted off his hands with a slight smile on his lips.
It seemed that he was lucky, the table and chairs were set up high enough for him to open the window.
"Humph~bye" Only idiots go to the second floor.
A normal person would not be able to go up there knowing Yunus' purpose.
Climb up to the window with difficulty and look out through the window.
All he could see was endless darkness, like the gaping mouth of an abyss.
Outside, there was no moon, no buildings, nothing.
He threw a piece of rubble down, but the expected impact sound did not appear.
One piece, two pieces, many things were thrown in succession, but there was no response.
Joey crawled back to the church dejectedly, his eyes fixed on the door in the middle. "Is that the only exit?"
Turning my head and looking to the other side, I saw the bright moonlight coming in from the skylight. The moon was so round and big that I could only see it when I returned to the church.
Its existence can only be seen when your feet are on the ground.
Once again, I came to the stairs leading to the second floor and walked up without hesitation.
My heart was tense and my steps were very slow, always alert to possible dangers.
He even imagined that some monsters with tentacles would appear.
Until my feet stepped on the floor of the second floor, nothing happened.
This place is much smaller than the first floor.
There are all kinds of furniture for living, and it looks more like a room for people to live in than the one below.
The stove, bowls and chopsticks all reveal traces of people’s lives.
Everything was covered with a layer of black char, which looked like it had been burned by flames.
There are several windows here. They are vertical windows that are only about the size of a palm. They should be used for lighting.
There was a thick layer of white ash piled beside the window.
Although the shape is very strange, I can barely tell from the outline that it is a person.
Joey took a few steps back in fear, staying away from the windows.
There are traces of being burned by fire all around.
People were burned alive in front of windows.
"Brothers and sisters, I'm sorry."
He tried his best to step on a floor that was free of white ash.
At the same time, I was thinking to myself: Why didn't they escape?
There are still a large number of old tables and chairs left on the first floor. It is obvious that the fire below was not affected.
"Is this what Yunus wants me to see?"
Joey carefully observed everything on the second floor.
Silver-white moonlight shines in from the vertical windows, and only some blurry scenes can be seen, with more things shrouded in shadow.
He turned on his spiritual vision and finally found a door in the shadow room.
It was about half a meter wide and high, like a dog hole.
"Is there another level?"
Pushing open the small door, there is a neat row of stairs going down, which is very strange.
After hesitating for half a second, he decided to go in.
Only when you are actually in the staircase passage can you realize its true narrowness.
You can only move forward by bending your back.
The stairs continued downward, as if there was no end. The fear of the unknown made Joey uncontrollably depressed.
He gritted his teeth, controlled his emotions as much as possible, and carefully walked deeper.
I don't know how long it took, but Joey only knew that the stairs kept going down.
Suddenly at a certain moment, the depressing feeling disappeared, and he looked up in shock and found that he had exited the passage.
It was pitch black all around and he couldn't see anything, so he had to turn on his spiritual vision again.
As a Sequence 8, he does not have much spiritual supply and consumption.
Fortunately, I found a gas lamp covered in cobwebs.
This thing is like a permanent light. As long as it is not seriously damaged, it can always be used.
All it takes is an infusion of spirituality and it will last a long time.
Under the dim light, I could finally see the surrounding scene clearly.
The beds made of weeds and several barrels were covered with thick spider webs, and an unpleasant smell could be smelled.
He was very familiar with these items, which were standard equipment in a prison cell.
There are still some vague writings on the wall.
Many of the words are unclear and broken, but only one paragraph is complete.
'The stars return, the galaxies turn upside down, the old days return to dominate fear'
"This seems like some kind of revelation?"
The old days were something he couldn't access yet, and he couldn't find out what they wanted to convey from these words.
Turning your attention away from the words, you quickly spotted an object in the corner, somewhat like a pendant.
He quickly walked over, picked it up, and held it in his hand.
It was a cross, not the current style of the church, but more like something in his long memory.
Silver cross engraved with human silhouette.
Opening up the bed, there were crosses like this all underneath.
The only difference is that the carved humanoid silhouette is not a person.
Some are big, some are small, and they even have obvious male and female characteristics.
"Isn't this right? According to Nomu, pagans should believe in the Supreme Mother Goddess. These things clearly point to another person."
"Why do other symbols appear in the ritual magic of the Mother Goddess?"
The wall on one side has a distinct concave and convex shape.
He reached out and pressed lightly.
Suddenly, the sound of a mechanism was heard, the wall flipped over, and another room appeared.
Inside are densely packed bookshelves with books piled on them, each book covered with cobwebs and dust.
Perhaps due to the age, many books have become dilapidated and turned into a pile of dust at the slightest touch.
From the titles of the books, one can barely judge the contents of these books.
They are all old times, some legends about gods, old days, and foreign gods.
Joey frowned. At this moment, he thought of a lot, and his eyes glanced back and forth on these books.
It didn’t take long to notice a distinctive bookshelf.
There are picture books and various young children's books on it.
By connecting these things together, some information can be roughly inferred.
There are a group of children living here who have been baptized and grown up by these books since childhood.
A child is a blank piece of paper, and the shape it takes as it grows depends on the environment.
“This is cultivating believers!”
He looked back at the narrow passage he came in and overturned his previous thoughts.
The initial guess was that it was to prevent people from escaping.
When leaning over, walking speed will be affected.
Now it seems that these are all for children.
In the deepest part of a row of bookshelves.
It was an altar with a book on it, and only one book.
It is just a dead thing, but it gives people the feeling of being alive.
"Sealed object" Joey exclaimed.
But after a second thought, I immediately overturned this idea.
Because he didn't feel the aura of the Sealed Artifact with Extraordinary Characteristics on it.
No matter how you look at it, it is an ordinary book.
The only weird thing about it is the cover.
It looks like an octopus is lying on it, with its round head in the middle and its tentacles hugging the entire book cover.
