"So I can do it a few more times." "If they really want to intervene, they can come from Wayne Port in one day. So you have at most two chances... Have you found a target?" "Find it." "who is it?" "The coachman." clang-- A bell tolled. Just like darkness meeting sunlight, just like ice and snow melting under heat. All the illusions, noise, and whispers disappeared in an instant. The girl opened her eyes again and found herself half-held in the madam's arms.
They were standing at the door of a majestic cathedral. She looked up and saw a tall black shadow standing in the darkness. clang-- clang-- The sound of the bell came from the top of the dark shadow. Hitzfeld opened his mouth and wanted to say something. But the next moment, an extremely bright light suddenly burst out from the center of the dark shadow, illuminating the night, the shadows, and the crazed faces of countless pilgrims. Hitzfeld was the only exception. In the endless bright light, she saw the vision again. The picture looks like a person's perspective. bridge. Street. She is constantly moving forward. The street sign reads Iris Avenue. At No. 221, pause. open the door. In an empty house, a woman sat at a table writing a letter. close up: [Receiving address: No. 12, Ususeki Street, Taipei City] The woman raised her head in the blinding light.
The girl's eyes widened. That is-- Mrs. Glee... Chapter 18 Confirming the Target Hitzfeld had seen this church in some books. The ink illustration, which resembles a sketch, details the cathedral, its towers, and its bell tower. The clock tower is the tallest of all the buildings. It chimes three times at four o'clock every day - 0:6, 15:21, 21:9 and :. The first ring means that the time has passed :...which is o'clock in the evening. She and Mrs. Gleb came here after eating and bathing. They set out after 18: and the journey alone took more than two hours. Looking at the clock tower, Hitzfeld almost thought he had returned to the modern era. It has four sides... each side has a round clock, but the background of those clocks seems to be made of glass. At this moment, a brilliant light is bursting out from the inside of the top of the clock tower, making it look more like a giant lighthouse. The disc clock... the circle, and the relationship between time and the coronagraph... is this how the sun is represented? The girl's consciousness had undergone too many shocks in a short period of time and was still a little confused at this time. After seeing the clock tower, she thought so instinctively. "This is the manifestation of the Mechanical Sun." Mrs. Glee's voice came, "The mechanical sun that I told you about before can fly into the sky by itself. That is something that can only be seen in the royal capital. Other cities where the Mechanical Sun Cult is stationed use this method to spread the grace of God." “Really… ah!” The girl cried out. When she regained consciousness from those visions, she began to feel physical discomfort. Her waist and back were sore, her feet were weak, her legs were numb... This body gave her the feeling that it had just been run over by a steamroller. And those underwear that were completely soaked with sweat, almost half wet, and the white silk stockings that stuck to the legs and feet...the feeling of being stuck to them was also very uncomfortable. If Mrs. Glee had not supported her all the way into the church, she might have just sat down or lay down where she was and not come in. Anyway, she was not a devout believer. The reason she agreed to come with her wife was, on the one hand, it was not easy to disobey her directly on such a matter, and on the other hand, she wanted to see what "Saturday Night Service" was like. Stupid Hitzfeld, you are asking for trouble... The girl smiled bitterly and mocked herself in her heart. What's so good about a church service? It's just a bunch of believers coming here to make trouble for her... It's not like she hasn't been to bigger churches on Earth. She should just confess to her wife and stay at home until she comes back soon... Surrounded by the crowd, they entered the church hall, where there were about 1000 people. After taking their seats, each of them lowered their heads, made the sign of the circle and the cross on their chests, and moved their lips to mutter something. This place is called "The Cathedral of the Goddess of Machinery and the Sun", the Church of the Goddess of Machinery and the Sun, is this the full name of the "Mechanical Sun Cult"? Because she was tired, the girl would shift her center of gravity to stand on one foot from time to time. Even so, it still felt very difficult, quite like the feeling she had when she participated in those messy commendation meetings or sports meets at school where leaders gave speeches. So she had to think more and divert her attention. The worship process is really boring, just a group of people standing here praying and confessing.
If there is anything new, it is that they are not confessing the bad things they have done in their daily lives, but they are confessing the nightmares they have had. This gives the church a very depressing feel. Hitzfeld had frowned, she felt that this confession was problematic. In life, we should be judged by our actions rather than our hearts… No one is perfect in the world. These people actually confessed that they had nightmares. How great must the mental pressure be in their daily lives? But thinking about it carefully, every local resident she met didn't seem to show much pressure. It seemed that they had long been accustomed to storing up their pressure and then releasing it all at once to the so-called goddess through Saturday worship. "Is it just a pure difference in customs and culture?" That was all she could think of. She was not a believer and had no reverence for the cult or the goddess. While others bowed their heads in prayer, she secretly rolled her eyes and looked around, trying to recall the visions she had seen and heard through her left eye. Hallucination? Not really, it’s more like the feeling of arriving in the dream world that Ethan described. So the fog that looks like a gathering of vengeful spirits, and the countless whispers that gather together and resound through it, are also a manifestation of the dream world? Hitzfeld felt a little regretful: even though she couldn't get in, she should have asked Ethan more about what it felt like to be in the dream world. But isn't this body unable to sleep? Unable to fall asleep, unable to dream, it should be impossible to open the door to the dream world, and even unable to see or hear... Is it because of this left eye? The patch had been put back on her left eye, and the rest of the girl's face looked a little sad - she didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. If we use a scientific way of thinking to speculate, the things that happened to her might have something to do with her physical exhaustion at the time. If he was a normal person who could sleep, he would have fainted by then, right? But I couldn't even faint, and my body and mind had reached a certain limit due to exhaustion. It was precisely that limit that met certain conditions, which put me into a state that was neither dreaming nor awake. Based on this reasoning, what she saw was most likely the dream world. At least it is a manifestation of the dream world on earth. "Are they all true...?" The dream world is formed when people's spiritual will floats to the sky. These are almost the exact words of the lady. Well... no matter how she did it, in that state, she could see them and hear them. Most of the whispers were meaningless, but she still remembered the two shadows in the alley and their conversation. "They are most likely from the Eclipse Church." With more experience, Hitzfeld dared to make this speculation. There may be countless unofficial organizations of extraordinary people hidden in this world, but they are the only ones who dare to do this and go against the Mechanical Yang Cult.
She didn't take it too seriously. This conversation revealed a lot of information, including their identities, that they were afraid of some people from Wayne Port - most likely the "Shadow Lion", and that they planned to strike again tonight, on the seventh day, and one of the two confirmed targets was a coachman... But it is impossible to solve the case and arrest people based on this information. Even if it is just sitting and waiting... not to mention the entire school, the enemy school is still worth the effort, and the enemy school is still worth the effort. No less than 300. In one night, with 300 people, it is impossible to accurately identify the murderer. She, Hitzfeld, doesn't have that ability, and I guess Sheriff Rand doesn't have that ability either. Ethan... he might have, so she decided that if she saw Sheriff Rand patrolling near the Weir family when she returned, she would find the sheriff to remind Ethan and ask them to pay more attention to protecting the coachman. It was the only thing she could do. "elder sister?" "Sister Hitzfeld!" Just as she passed over the vision and began to wonder how Mrs. Glee ended up in the house at 221 Iris Street, she felt the familiar sensation of her skirt being pulled from underneath. Looking down, I saw the boy Joey as expected. The weather was cold, and this time he really had a runny nose. When Hitzfeld looked down, he happened to see him wipe his nose with his fingers, and then reached for her skirt in a very natural and instinctive manner. "..." The gaze from above his head was as sharp as a knife. Joey's hand reached out halfway but stopped forcefully. He gave the girl a silly smile and turned his back to wipe the back of his pants. It seems that Joseph still has a long way to go in his educational journey. Hitzfeld gritted his teeth inwardly. But then, she vaguely felt that something was wrong. It was as if she had overlooked some crucial information. ……what is it then? Her eyes were fixed on Joey out of habit, and she suddenly shuddered. Being a rickshaw puller is a physically demanding job and one often encounters dangers while working outside. Only young and middle-aged men who are neither too young nor too old can do this job. This place has undergone an electrical revolution, and four-wheeled cars have become popular in the central areas of large cities. The market for coachmen is shrinking rapidly every day. The sluggish economic environment and extremely high unemployment rate make it difficult for people in this industry to marry and have children. There are only a handful of drivers like Joseph who live in the surrounding area and have a wife and son. So is that why the guy said “two targets” but only said “the driver” when he elaborated? Goose bumps appeared on my back. Hitzfeld wanted to see Ethan now. Chapter 19 Cold-Blooded Detective
This sudden discovery made the girl's mind completely drift away from the church. She didn't want to think about anything else, she just wanted to find Ethan and tell him: I, Hitzfeld! I can accurately determine the murderer's next crime target! It could be Joseph and Joey... or it could be another family of drivers. None of this is important. What is important is that there are very few families like this on Flo Street. As long as we are certain that the murderer will take action tonight, we can definitely discover their whereabouts by lurking outside each target family! But how should I say it?