Although Shi Quan has never seen bomb disposal, he knows that he should never be like these two people without even wearing protective clothing. Even the few policemen who came together just pulled up on both sides of the bridge.

There were two mascot-like isolation lines, and the possible presence of explosives was not taken seriously at all.

"No wonder there are so few people from abroad."

Shi Quan muttered, silently started the car and backed away more than a hundred meters, holding up a telescope to watch the whole process carefully.

While waiting quietly, Shi Quan was the first to relax, because when the hands of the two naked Spider-Man touched the dark area on the bridge pier, the black arrows in the map field of view had already dispersed into a ball.

The smoke disappeared without a trace.

While Matvey didn't notice him, Shi Quan took the time to open the trunk and take a photo of the cross. As for the box and photo frame, he had no idea of ​​opening them for the time being. There was no time to clean them up in the wilderness. They would be thrown away anyway.

No, let’s talk about it when we have time.

I took the photo, coded it and then edited it. By the time I could no longer tell where the photo was taken, the demolition of explosives on the bridge pier was almost complete.

Seeing the Spider-Man jumping up and down the bridge, Shi Quan drove the car back to its original position.

"Yuri, you are too cowardly to hide so far away."

"Come on Matvey, it's too dangerous for you all to stand around here."

"It's just a few pieces of TNT and it's not an unexploded bomb. This is a common thing in Rellisk."

Matvey waved his hand carelessly, "Let's go! Follow me home. Inna has already gone shopping for groceries. She will make roasted pork ribs and Ukrainian dumplings tonight."

"It's just a few tnt? Is this something that happens all the time?"

Matvey burped, "Friend, this is Relisk. The damn Germans once left more than 30,000 landmines and more than two tons of TNT explosives here. Although those landmines have been cleared by them.

, but as long as I can remember, leftover TNT like this have been found quite often.”

“Isn’t this the Russian version of Malipo?”

Shi Quan was stunned. This was the first time he knew that there was such a place in Russia.

"When I was little I found a whole box of tnt in the warehouse at our local school."

Matvey gestured with the size of the box with his hand: "At that time, the Soviet Union had just disintegrated a few years ago, and everyone's life was difficult. I thought what I found was a box of compressed biscuits, so I stole a few pieces of TNT back.

Home, if my father hadn't found out earlier, I would have almost eaten them for breakfast."

"You guys are really special animals!"

This time there was no Chinese-speaking Nasha by his side, so Shi Quan finally no longer had to hide and tuck in.

"You also think I'm brave, right?"

Matvey patted Shi Quan's shoulder proudly, "Let's go, let's drive home quickly while the police comrades' attention is still on those compressed biscuits, otherwise if they find out about drunk driving, the extra money I just earned will be lost."

.”

"The way you look when you drive drunk is much more heroic than when you look like you're eating TNT."

Shi Quan muttered to himself without saying any more nonsense, and followed Matvey to drive to a wooden house next to the east bank of the Sheim River.

"Meet Aurora again."

Shi Quan nodded to Inna first, then bent down and squatted in front of Aurora, "Bingtang is in my hood, can you help me take it down?"

"sure!"

Avrola hugged Bingtang, who looked unhappy, with a big smile.

This time Shiquan didn't come to eat with his hands empty-handed. Not only did he bring the unfinished vodka, but he also brought an extra bottle that had not been opened.

Not even Andrei had a share in the vodka discovered at the Mongolian missile base. After returning, it was all divided up by Shi Quan and Da Ivan. These things are neither expensive nor cheap, at least in Russia they are very good companions.

present.

Matvey was very satisfied with the gift, and even Inna, who looked at her gentle face, drank three full cups as a joke.

"Matvi, I remember you just said that your job is books, right? You are responsible for the revision of religious history?"

Matvey nodded and said again: "It's a boring job, just like a librarian."

"So do you recognize this?"

Shi Quan said as he pulled up the photo of the cross in the trunk from his phone.

"Oh! I know, this is the famous Belgorod gold cross. You bought this too? Is it used to celebrate Easter? I didn't see that you are still a devout believer. But your mosaic seems to be too heavy.

." Matt said with a frown, and he guaranteed that the mosaics on the photo albums of American girls he saw on some websites were not so serious.

"No, no, no, I only believe in our Chinese Grandpa Mao."

Shi Quan waved his hand and opened his mouth to make up the story, "I helped a lady who broke down on the way to Oboyan, and she had this thing in her trunk. I was curious how someone could buy such a big cross, so I

Photographed it."

"Every year, some people buy replicas of the gold cross and put them in their homes. This has almost become a local specialty in Belgorod."

Matvey poured himself another glass of wine, "The prototype of this cross is very famous, and it has not been found yet."

"Not found? What do you mean?"

Matvey raised his head and drank up the vodka in the cup, and explained slowly: "The prototype of this golden cross was once erected on the golden roof of Belgorod Cathedral. The golden statue and the gems on it were all

It was donated by aristocratic believers in Belgorod during the Tsarist Russia era.

To this day, believers in the Belgorod diocese are looking for this lost golden cross. It is said that whoever can find the golden cross will be lucky enough to have the patriarch baptize him personally, and even be able to take over as the archbishop of Belgorod Cathedral.

Position.

Of course, these are actually rumors, and it is just a cross that is more valuable, has more history, and is easier to lose."

"What do you mean it's easier to lose?"

Shi Quan asked curiously. This description was normal when used on children like Bingtang or Aurora, but it sounded awkward when used on a cross.

"Because this cross was lost three times!"

Matvey pointed to the mobile phone screen on the table and said, "I just said that the gold jewelry on the cross was donated by the noble believers in Belgorod. It was no exaggeration to say that it was worth a fortune at the time, so in

It was stolen the night it was delivered to Belgorod Cathedral, but fortunately the thief misjudged its weight and fell off the roof. This was the first time it was stolen.

The second theft occurred shortly after the Red October movement. The sect was strongly suppressed by the Soviets for a certain period of time. At that time, the clergy responsible for guarding the church stole the cross again. This theft took a full seven years to recover.

Found it on a farm outside Kharkiv.

After the cross was retrieved for the second time, even Belgorod Cathedral did not dare to install it on the golden roof anymore and simply locked it in the basement. But even so, it was lost for the third time.

The last time it was stolen was before Belgorod was occupied by the Germans. This time no one knew how it was lost or where it was hidden. Even the one in the church was more than a hundred years old this time.

Historical icon paintings have disappeared together. So since the end of World War II, believers in the Belgorod Diocese have been looking for this golden cross."

"This cross must be so easy to lose because it's so valuable, right?"

"Although it has nothing special for the diocese, it is to the Belgorod faithful what the lost Amber Palace was to the federal government!"

The enthusiasm that flashed in Matvey's eyes reminded Shi Quan inexplicably of some bearded men in the Middle East who shouted "Balala Little Demon Fairy Transformation".
Chapter completed!