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- Overhead, the raised dome is studded with a gleaming field of stars and seven astronomical planets. Below are the twelve signs of the zodiac - pagan earthly signs derived from astronomy. The zodiac is also directly connected to earth, its fire, and its waterrepresenting power, intelligence, passion, and emotion respectively. Earth represents power and Zhiqiu¡¯s memories.
Far below the wall, Zhiqiu saw the signs of the four seasons on the earth: spring, summer, autumn, and east. But more incredible than anything else were the two tall structures that dominated the room. Zhiqiu was so shocked that he couldn't speak. It's impossible, he thought. This is absolutely impossible! But it's true. Two fifteen-meter-high marble pyramids stand symmetrically on both sides of the chapel.
"I didn't see the cardinal," Momo whispered, "nor the killer." She pulled the plastic curtain aside and walked in.
Zhiqiu stared blankly at the pyramid. Why is there a pyramid in the church? Incredibly, there was something else there. The center front of each pyramid is decorated with golden round carvings some of which Zhiqiu has never seen before perfect ovals. These bright disks shone in the setting sun from the dome. That guy's oval? pyramid? A dome with stars? This house is more deceptive than any house Zhiqiu could think of.
"Zhiqiu" Momo blurted out, her voice hoarse, "Look!"
Zhiqiu came back to his senses, turned around and looked where she pointed. "What the hell!" he exclaimed. Jump backwards at the same time.
A skeleton on the floor sneered at them. It was "death on the run" made up of marble mosaics. Skeleton holding tablet. Above were pyramids and stars, exactly like the ones they had seen outside. However, it wasn't the appearance of the Drum Tower that made Zhiqiu shiver all over. The mosaic is embedded in a circular stone disk that is lifted from the floor like a sewer manhole cover. At this moment, it was placed on the side of a dark hole in the ground. It was this that made Zhizhi panic.
"The devil's cave," Zhiqiu gasped. He was so fascinated by the celestial board just now that he didn't see the hole. He tentatively moved towards the entrance of the cave. The stench emanating from the cave was unbearable.
Momo covered her mouth. "It smells really bad."
"It stinks like hell," Zhiqiu said. "The smell of rotting bones." He blocked his nose with his sleeves and leaned forward to peek into the hole. Total darkness. "I can't see anything."
"Do you think there will be someone down there?"
"Who knows if there is anyone."
Momo signaled Zhiqiu to pay attention to the far end of the cave entrance. There a rotten wooden ladder reached into a deep hole.
Zhiqiu shook his head. "It's like hell."
"Maybe there are flashlights in those tools outside." It sounded like she was desperate for an excuse to get rid of the foul smell. "I gonna go see."
"Be careful!" Zhiqiu reminded, "We are not sure about the Black Evil Star¡ª¡ª"
But Momo has disappeared.
What a stubborn woman, Zhiqiu thought.
He turned toward the pit, the strong smell making him dizzy. He held his breath. He stuck his head to the edge of the circular hole and squinted his eyes to look into the dark depths. After his eyes slowly adjusted, he saw something vaguely shaped below. There seems to be a small cave room under this hole. Devil's Den. He was thinking about how many generations of the Ziggy family had been casually buried inside. He closed his eyes and waited, forcing his pupils to dilate. To see better in the dark. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a gray and dim figure in the dark place below. Zhiqiu shivered, but he suppressed his instinct to escape. Did I see something? Is that a person? The figure disappeared. Zhiqiu closed her eyes and waited again, this time longer. So that the pupils gather the weakest light.
He slowly felt dizzy, and his thoughts were wandering in the darkness. Wait a few more seconds. Zhiqiu wasn't sure whether it was because of the strong stench or because he kept his head down. But he did feel dizzy and nauseous. When he finally opened his eyes again, the sight before him was completely incomprehensible to him.
He was looking at a basement with an eerie blue light. A faint hissing sound echoed in his ears. Bright light flickered on the steep cave walls. Suddenly, a long sound shadow flashed in front of him. Zhiqiu was shocked and in chaos.
"Watch out!" someone shouted behind him.
Before Zhiqiu could turn around, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. He turned around and found Momo turning a burning torch aside from him. The sizzling flames gave off a faint blue light in the chapel.
Zhiqiu rubbed his neck hard. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm giving"You have some light," she said. "You hit me as soon as you backed away." "
Zhiqiu stared at the torch in her hand with still angry anger.
¡°This is all I can do,¡± she said, ¡°I don¡¯t have a flashlight.¡±
Zhiqiu rubbed his neck. "I didn't hear you come in."
Momo handed him the torch, but she couldn't help but flinch when she smelled the stench in the basement. "Do you think the stench is flammable?"
"I hope not."
He held the torch and moved slowly towards the entrance of the cave, carefully walked to the edge of the cave, extended the torch into the cave to illuminate the wall, and looked down the cave wall with the light. The basement is circular, about thirty meters in diameter. The light hit the floor at a depth of forty meters: the ground was dark, mottled, and covered with dirt. Then Zhiqiu discovered the body.
He instinctively wanted to retreat. "He's here," Zhiqiu said, forcing himself not to turn around and run away. The body lying on the dirt showed pale outlines. "I think he has been stripped naked." Zhiqiu took a look at the naked body.
¡°Is that one of the cardinals?¡±
Zhiqiu didn¡¯t know, but he couldn¡¯t think of anyone else besides the cardinal. He stared at the pale body below. like a statue. lifeless. However Zhiqiu hesitated. The human body looked very strange. He seems
"Hello?" Zhiqiu shouted.
"Do you think he is still alive?"
There is no reaction below.
"He didn't move," Zhiqiu said. "But he looks" No, that's impossible.
"What does it look like?" Momo said, looking inside from the edge of the hole.
Zhiqiu squinted and looked into the darkness. "It looked like he was standing."
Momo held her breath and buried her face to the side to see more clearly. After a while, she pulled back. "You're right. He is standing! Maybe he is still alive and needs someone to save him!" She shouted into the hole: "Hello?! Can you hear me?"
There was no echo in the deep, moss-covered cave. There was only dead silence.
Momo walked towards the rickety ladder. "I want to go down."
Zhiqiu grabbed her arm. "No, it's too dangerous, let me do it."
This time Momo didn¡¯t argue.
The photographer looked restless. She took the passenger seat in BBC's car, which was spinning around a corner. The reporter was looking at the map of the City of Ten Thousand Cities, and it was obvious that he was lost. Just as she feared, the mysterious man who called him called again, this time with more information.
"**Luo Square." The reporter insisted, "That's exactly what we are looking for. There is a church there and there is evidence inside."
"Evidence." The photographer stopped wiping the lens in his hand and turned to him. "Proof that the cardinal was killed?"
"That's what he said."
¡°Do you believe everything you hear?¡± The photographer hoped, as always, that she was the one giving the orders. However, photographers can only be in a subordinate position, subject to the whims of journalists who often have sudden whims. If a reporter listens to a flimsy phone call. The photographer can only be led by his nose.
She looked at him. Sitting in the driver's seat, he held his chin straight and looked focused. She assumed that this man's parents must be frustrated comedians. The name is weird. No wonder this guy always wants to prove something. However, despite the reporter's unfortunate title. And his eagerness to be famous is annoying, but he's gentle. A little pale and frail.
"Can't we go back to the square?" the photographer said as patiently as possible. "We can explore this weird church later. The secret meeting started an hour ago. What if the election results of the cardinals come out while we are away?" Woolen cloth?"
The reporter didn¡¯t seem to hear. "I think we should go to the right, here." He tilted the map sideways and studied it again. "Yes, if you turn rightthen immediately turn left." He pulled out of the corner and onto the narrow street ahead.
¡°Be careful!¡± the photographer exclaimed. He's a video technician with a sharp eye. Fortunately, the reporter acted quickly. He braked suddenly to avoid entering the intersection. At this time, four Alfa Romeo cars suddenly appeared and disappeared in an instant. The cars slid to the side after crossing the intersection, slowed down and suddenly turned left in the block ahead. This route was exactly the route the reporter intended to take.
"A bunch of crazy people!" the photographer shouted.
The reporter was stunned. "Did you see it?"
"Well, I saw it! It almost killed us!"
"No, I mean the car," the reporter said, suddenly getting excited. "All oneExactly the same. "
"So, don't think that everyone is crazy."
"The car is full of people."
"So what?"
"Four identical cars, with four people sitting in each car."
¡°Have you ever heard of carpooling?¡±
¡°In Italy?¡± The reporter checked the intersection. "They haven't even heard of unleaded gasoline." He stepped on the accelerator and followed the cars.
The photographer was thrown back to her seat. "What on earth do you want to do?"
The reporter accelerated down the street and turned left following the Alfa Romeo team. "I feel like you and I are not the only ones rushing to church right now."
He walked slowly down.
Zhiqiu went down the creaking ladder step by step and went deeper into the underground of Qiji Chapel. Enter the Devil's Den, he thought. He was facing the wall with his back to the cave, thinking about how many dark and small spaces he would encounter throughout the day. There was a groan at every step up the ladder, and the acrid stench of rotting corpses and the dark dampness of the cave was almost suffocating. Zhiqiu wants to know where Paul is.
He could still see Momo above, holding a torch deep into the cave to light the way for Zhi Qiu. As Zhiqiu slowly deepened into the darkness, the light blue light above became weaker and weaker, and only the stench became stronger and stronger.
There is a problem when going down to the twelfth step. Zhiqiu's foot touched a rotten and smooth place. Shaked a bit. He lunged forward, grabbing the ladder with his forearms to avoid falling straight to the bottom of the hole. Cursing softly at the throbbing pain in his arm, he leaned on the ladder again and slowly descended again.
Went down three more steps. He nearly fell again, but this time not from the ladder but from an unexpected shock. As he went down, he passed a hole in the wall in front of him and suddenly found himself facing a pile of bones. He held his breath and looked around, and found that the walls on this floor were full of holes like bookshelves - burial caves full of skeletons. In the phosphorescent light of a will-o'-the-wisp, the burial cave looked like a strange empty cavern, while the rotting bones shone around him.
As he walked forward in the dark basement, Zhiqiu tried to figure out what he was seeing. The man's back was turned to Zhiqiu. Because his face cannot be seen, but he looks like he is standing.
"Hello?" Zhiqiu said, covering his nose with his sleeve. There was no movement. As he got closer, he realized that the man was short. Too short
"What's going on?" Momo shouted from above, shaking the light.
Zhiqiu didn¡¯t answer. He was so close now that he could see everything clearly. He got it. Feeling disgusted and shaking all over. The cave seemed to be shrinking. Coming out of the mud like a demon was an old manor at least half of one. He stood upright, buried in the earth from the waist down, naked. His hands were tied behind his back with a cardinal's sash. He held on weakly, his spine arching backward. Kind of like some kind of ugly, hideous punching bag. He tilted his head back and looked at the sky, as if praying to God for help.
"Is he dead?" Momo shouted.
Zhiqiu moved towards that body. I hope so, for his own good. When only a few steps away from him. He looked down at the upturned eyes. The eyes bulged outward and were livid. Bloodshot. Zhiqiu leaned forward to hear if he was still breathing, but immediately pulled back. "Oh my God!"
"What's wrong!"
Zhiqiu almost felt sick. "He's dead. I just saw how he died." This scene was too horrific to watch. The man's mouth had been pried open and filled with dirt. "Someone shoved a handful of you down his throat and he was suffocated."
"Mud?" Momo said, "You mean soil?"
Only then did Zhiqiu suddenly realize. earth. He almost forgot. Those seals: earth, air, fire, water. The killer threatens to brand each victim with an ancient scientific element. The first element is earth. You rise from Sandy's grave. The stench made Zhiqiu dizzy, and he walked around to the front of the body. As before, he was pondering over and over in his mind the artistic problem of the mysterious symmetrical word. earth? How? However, soon it appeared before his eyes. The legend of the Cheating Sect from hundreds of years ago lingered in his mind. The mark on the cardinal's chest was scorched and oozing. The flesh on his body was roasted black. Pure language¡
Zhiqiu stared at the brand, feeling dizzy.
"Dirt," he whispered, tilting his head and turning it over to look at the mark, "It's still dirt."
Then, in a fit of terror, he finally realized: there were three more.
Despite the soft candlelight in the Sistine Chapel, Bishop Bryant seemed nervous and agitated. The secret meeting had begun, in an atmosphere of great foreboding.
Half an hour ago, Pope Carter entered the church at the scheduled time. He walked to the front altar, said the opening prayer, then opened his arms and began speaking at the Sistine Altar in a tone as forthright as Bryant had ever heard.
¡°You are all well aware,¡± said the Pope¡¯s Chamberlain, ¡°that at this moment our four candidate bishops are not present at this conclave. In the name of the predecessor Holy See, I ask you to carry out the election in accordance with the established procedures with faith and purpose. You have only God before you." Then he turned to leave.
¡°But¡± blurted one cardinal, ¡°where are they?¡±
The Pope¡¯s Chamberlain stopped and said, ¡°I really have nothing to say.¡±
"When will they come back?"
"I really have no comment."
"Are they okay?"
"I really have no comment."
"Will they come back?"
He pondered for a long time.
"Have some faith." With that said, the Pope's chamberlain walked out of the room.
As usual, the door to the Sistine Chapel was sealed from the outside with two heavy chains. Four garden guards stood guard in the distant corridor. Bryant knew that before a pope was chosen, only two things could keep the door open: someone inside was dying, or a candidate bishop arrived. Bryant prayed for the second scenario, even though deep down he wasn't entirely sure.
It had to go on, and Kobe was determined to listen to the Pope's chamberlain and play his part. So, he has called for a vote, what else can he do?
After thirty minutes of preparation, they started the first round of voting. The cardinals walked in order of high status to vote by secret ballot, while Bryant waited patiently at the altar.
Finally, the last cardinal reached the altar and knelt before him.
¡°By God,¡± declared the cardinal, as those before him had done, ¡°as my witness, who will be my judge, I cast my vote for the man who, before God, I think should be elected.¡±
Then he stood up, raised the ticket high above his head for everyone to see, then put the ticket down and placed it on the tray above the large chalice on the altar, then picked up the tray and dropped the vote into the chalice. The purpose of using a tray is to ensure that no one sneaks in two votes.
After casting his vote, he placed the tray back on the chalice, bowed to the cross, and returned to his seat.
The last vote has been cast.
Now it¡¯s Kobe¡¯s time to work. ! ~!
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