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At the same time.

Chen gently took off the scarf on his head, revealing his flowing golden hair. His elegant face and starry eyes made the young girls beside him unable to help but take a few more glances.

Chen turned his head and smiled slightly at a girl staring at her face with freckles.

The girl obviously blushed, but picked up the camera and ran over, and said quickly in unskilled English: "May I ask, are you a movie star?"

Chen was slightly stunned.

"I mean, you...you are very charming. Can I take a photo with you?"

Chen smiled and nodded. The girl cheered in surprise, then waved her hand. Several companions and girls immediately ran over, surrounded Chen, picked up the camera and selfie stick, and quickly took a few photos from various angles.

After the end, Chen did not refuse a girl to stuff a note with a phone number into her hand, but instead put on sunglasses with a smile.

In the square of the Wailing Wall, Chen slowly left.

Not far away, Chen Xiaolian was hugging Qiao Qiao. Qiao Qiao was attracted by the screams of the girl over there. She couldn't help but glance at her and smiled, "Huh? That man is very handsome."

Chen Xiaolian tasted a little and snorted: "It's not as handsome as me."

"It seems like a senior deputy coach." Qiao Qiao smiled.

On the road around the square, Chen had already walked to the side of the road. A Bentley Continental soon stopped on the side of the road. A driver walked down and bent down to hand the key to Chen. Chen got in the car and drove away.

Chen Xiaolian laughed: "Okay. That's the senior vice coach. I'm just a soft-hearted person. Anyway, my girlfriend has money to support me. Oh, right. That sports car is good, so you can give me one too."

Qiao Qiao actually took it seriously: "Do you really like it? I'll give you one when you go back."

"...Forget it. I think it's more fun to start driving a thunderstorm chariot."

In the evening, everyone returned to the David Castle Hotel.

Gathered together in the room and brought together today's intelligence.

Xiuxiu, who had been left in the room all day, had a look of "the baby's heart is bitter" on her face, but Hakishi and Xia Xiaolei were very happy, especially Xia Xiaolei, who had gone so far for the first time, although he collected information on that day, it was almost no different from traveling. When he came back to the hotel, he also wore a dome hat that was worn by the Jewish people on his head, and a miniaturely engraved version of the "Ten Commandments" bought from tourist attractions.

Tire was still calm and discussed the information he collected with Chen Xiaolian: "We went to several places. Generally speaking, according to various legends in Jerusalem, there are three holy places where Judaism, Christianity, and *******ism are gathered. If we start from history or religion, there are too many goals. We can only collect some of them briefly."

Roddy next to him also turned off the computer: "The city's traffic maps obtained from the municipal system are also available."

He took out a stack of printed drawings: "I marked several famous attractions, most likely the areas of the mission, and I marked the surrounding terrain. There are also roads. Basically, there are thirty-six roads listed as important signs by me, and I drew them with red pen."

Chen Xiaolian took it, looked carefully for a while, and couldn't help but sigh: "Maybe no matter how much we do, it will be useless in the end. God knows how to arrange the copy."

Tire comforted him: "It will be no harm if you make more preparations, anyway... it's just a B-level copy."

Chen Xiaolian looked at the time: "There are less than twenty-four hours left. Let's take a break."

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Night falls.

In front of a huge Gothic building.

On the empty square, stone sculptures stood. A white Bentley Continental car drove at a speed, a beautiful and elegant parked in the parking space next to the building.

With her slender legs stepping out of the car door, Chen slowly walked out of the car.

Ye Feng raised his hair and Chen looked at the quiet night around him.

He tightened his white windbreaker, took off his scarf and held it in his hand, and then walked towards the Gothic building.

The closed door automatically opened as soon as Chen took the first step.

A thin, middle-aged man in a dress walked out, with gray hair and drooping eyelids.

"Your invitation letter, sir." The middle-aged man blocked Chen's way.

Chen looked at this guy, after a few seconds, he suddenly smiled softly: "Petro, is it you?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, raised his head and looked at Chen.

Chen had a smile on his face: "It's really been a long time since I saw you. So you're already so old."

The middle-aged man stared at Chen's eyes, and soon, his expression showed shock: "You...you are...you are..."

"It's me, Petro." Chen still smiled, revealing his white teeth: "Let me think about it, how long has it been since we met? Thirty years? Forty years?"

Pietro suddenly shook his body and staggered back two steps, with a horrified expression on his face: "You...you..."

"Don't be so nervous." Chen stepped forward slowly: "I'm not here to kill you, nor anyone among you. Maybe you should ask me to come in and sit down and chat."

A "grand" sound came from Pietro's throat, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even say a word.

Chen had already passed him and walked directly into the door.

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Inside the door.

The empty hall is about seven or eight meters deep.

Chen seemed to have no interest in looking at the reliefs and oil paintings on the walls, and walked towards a side door next to him.

Pietro chased after him, and in front of Chen, two burly men were immediately facing each other by the side door, and greeted him with a fierce expression.

Chen smiled slightly, stretched out his finger and gently stroked it.

Bang bang!

The two burly men flew out directly, bounced away by some force, and then hit the wall. Their bodies were pressed against the wall by invisible force, three or four meters high from the ground, but they could no longer move.

"Easy, if I want to kill someone, you will die long ago." Chen sighed and stretched out his hand and pushed open the side door.

There was a huge library-like place inside, with a long oval table in the middle. Several people were discussing something.

In this conference room, the house is as high as three stories high, with hollow architectural shapes, dense book walls on the surrounding walls, and various ancient cold weapons hanging...

The room was a little dim and the lights were not very bright, but on the ceiling there was a huge oil painting of religious legends: a group of angels with wings holding various weapons to fight a black demon in chaos...

Chen's sudden walk in, and the few people sitting at the table and discussing suddenly stood up, staring at the door coldly.

Chen stood at the door, but threw the scarf in his hand to Pietro who was chasing in, and then walked to the table with a swagger.

"Long time no see, old friends...ah, or should I say, old enemies?"

silence!

Deadly silence!

At the oval table, the faces of several people looked very ugly. They stared at Chen standing there, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Finally, the guy who was on the top of the oval table took a deep breath, spread his hands, and made a gesture of pressing down: "Chen?"

Chen had a smile on his lips: "It seems that you haven't forgotten me yet, it's really pleasant."

He snapped his fingers and placed a row of chairs, and then he moved over quickly and came behind him.

Chen sat down, then placed it on the table, a transparent decanter automatically slid in front of him. There was also a wine glass.

Chen picked up the decanter gracefully, poured himself a glass, and then laughed.

"Mine, you still like to enjoy life so much. I knew that I could always drink it for a long time with you."

He raised his wine glass and signaled to the man sitting at the top of the oval table.

Mei Nei's eyes were very cold. At his instructions, everyone else sat down slowly. Petro also received Mei Nei's eyes and quickly walked out of the room, and closed the door.

Menei was still standing, staring at Tatsuya: "After so many years, you are still like this."

"Accident?" Chen took another sip of wine.

"No, no surprise." Mei Nei gritted her teeth: "I have prayed for you almost every day in these years! Chen, I pray that you must not be surprised, never die, die in the hands of others! Because, you have committed sins against us, we must ask you for it with your own hands."

Chen smiled.

He put down his glass.

"Chen!" The first guy sitting on the left of Meilin shouted: "This is a place of light! Are you a villain who comes in, aren't you afraid of being punished by holy punishment?!"

Chen raised his eyelids and looked at the person who was talking, with a hint of pity in his eyes that was unconcealed.

Then he spoke slowly.

"Gattuso, what do you want me to say? After so many years, you still have not repent at all."

Chen shook his head: "You, and you, are still like this. Why? Are you unable to accept reality? Or do you still continue to deceive and numb yourself for the sake of your inner fragility?"

Chen looked around: "Look at the place where you arranged it... sacred, majestic, mysterious... full of religious flavor.

But you are not ordinary people, not the NPs on the streets outside, you are all awakened people.

As awakened people, you all know the truth about this world.

God? God's punishment?

Don't joke, the gods you talk about are just part of the setting of this world."

Gattuso's cheeks bulged, as if they were about to jump up and attack.
To be continued...