In fact, this place is not as bad as Uncle Yang said.
It is not unreasonable to be called the largest city in the Far East. It was already half past ten when we walked out of the room. Although there were not many people on the street, it was definitely not deserted.
There are not too many cars on the road, and the styles are quite different from those in China.
However, I still feel a little regretful. I remember when I was a child, the taxis in our house were all imported from Maozi. They seemed to be called Ladas. However, later on, domestically produced cars became more popular, and Ladas were gradually phased out as they aged.
Already.
I thought I could see one or two on the road and reminisce about my childhood, but unfortunately I was not given this opportunity.
Qingqing has not spoken since she left the house. She just held my hand and walked forward with her head lowered.
Her face was still a little red, but it was much better than before she came out. After all, it was more than 20 degrees below zero, and the beautiful flame in her heart could be frozen out in an instant no matter how strong it was.
After wandering for about ten minutes, I turned around and asked Qingqing: "Can you do it? The injury hasn't healed yet, has it?"
"It's okay."
Qingqing raised her head, her face still a little red: "Oh, actually it wasn't like this in the first place. It was just because of this illness that I lost all my concentration."
I was so happy: "You don't have to explain it to me. It's called tit for tat, you know? Because you have the determination to tease me, why don't you come back?"
"Shut up, I doubt you two are colluding."
She glared at me angrily, raised her head to the sky, let out a breath, and then looked at the sky and asked me: "You said...why hasn't that person named Zhuo shown up yet?"
It's better if I can't tell you. Why, do you still want them to show up?
Qingqing said no, but it felt awkward to always have a big stone hanging in her heart. If only grandpa could get rid of them quickly, he wouldn't have to worry all day long.
"I hope so!"
I licked my lips and looked around.
The place we wandered to seemed to be a square, but it was too late now and there weren't too many people.
There is a cathedral at the end of the square, which should be Orthodox, after all, Mao Zi believes in this.
There was a woman at the door of the church, holding a stack of things in her hand. It looked like she was handing out leaflets. When she saw people, she ran over and stuffed them into people's hands.
However, the passers-by didn't seem to be too cold, and they even felt a little disgusted. Even if they were stuffed with flyers, they would curse and throw them into the trash can, and some would even throw them directly on the ground.
If you want to ask me why they are cursing and cursing, why can’t I understand Sukabulie?
"Look, how dedicated this person is, handing out flyers so late at night."
Qingqing pointed in the direction of the woman: "Let's go over and take a look and see what she posted."
Anyway, it was idle time, so I just said yes, and the two of them wandered over.
But after I walked over, I saw clearly that this was not a flyer. It was basically a missionary, okay?
The woman was obviously wearing a nun's uniform, and there was a cross hanging on her chest. I couldn't stand this thing, so I pulled Qingqing and said let's go. It would be unlucky not to go there. She will ask you if you believe it later.
Jesus.
Qingqing burst into laughter: "Even if she asks you, will you understand?"
While we were talking, the woman came running over.
She looked at me first, but didn't react at all, but the moment she saw Qingqing's face, her eyes immediately lit up.
This woman didn't even give us any flyers, she just muttered a lot of nonsense.
The problem was that we didn’t understand it, and we found the jiliguala quite annoying, so we turned around and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, the woman grabbed Qingqing's arm.
Qingqing frowned and subconsciously wanted to take action. I felt something was wrong and quickly pulled her.
Because on the cross on that woman’s chest, I seemed to notice that familiar demonic energy again!
"Liu Daxian'er, please wait a moment. There seems to be something wrong with this woman. Look at the cross."
Qingqing paused, glanced at me, and then looked at the woman's chest.
"This...this seems to be the aura of Mr. Zhuo!"
Her tone was a little horrified, and after hearing what she said, I was sure that I had read it correctly.
"The nuns in front of me, including the two men I just met in the hotel, they are probably related to Mr. Zhuo."
With a smile on my face, I said to Qingqing in a very calm tone: "This woman seems to be taking you somewhere, let's follow her and have a look."
Qingqing is also very smart. She held me in her arms and put her face on my arm: "Aren't you afraid of rushing into other people's homes?"
"What are you afraid of? Your grandpa has told us to risk our lives. As long as we can get Mr. Zhuo done, he will definitely show up in time."
The smile on my face became even brighter: "Besides, aren't you curious? Don't want to know what the relationship between these people is with Mr. Zhuo?"
"Of course I want to know."
Qingqing raised her head and bared her teeth at me: "Then let's go with her. My grandpa's words are still reliable."
Seeing that we were so close, the woman seemed to have misunderstood, thinking that Qingqing meant that she would only go with me if I went.
So she looked at me with some disgust, and then waved her hand, as if asking us to follow her.
Anyway, I knew there was someone above me, so I pulled Qingqing to follow her regardless.
But just after walking a few steps, Qingqing suddenly realized: "Ah! If my grandpa knew everything that happened here, would he have been observing us secretly?
Then...did he see what we just did in the hotel?"
…
I didn't pick up Qingqing's message because I didn't know and didn't want to know.
Anyway, I turned a little red after what she said, not to mention Qingqing, she didn't even dare to raise her head, she might be able to dig out the three bedrooms and one living room with her toes if she wanted to go there.
The woman in front was not idle. She took us around the back of the church, walked to a somewhat remote neighborhood, turned into an alley, and stopped in front of what looked like a hotel.
I raised my head and glanced at the plaque, and asked Qingqing: "Do you think this woman is really big-hearted? She dares to lead us to such a remote place, and is she not afraid that we will turn around and run away?"
"Generally speaking, anyone with a slightly normal mind would not go into alleys with others when traveling abroad, let alone that the other person is a nun and may not necessarily teach what kind of religion! But now...
"
Only then did Qingqing speak: "Maybe they already know that my identity has been exposed, and they are sure that we won't run away. Now we are planning to invite you to the urn."
I shrugged: "Then get in bed. With your grandpa supporting me, I won't be afraid."
"You are not allowed to mention my grandpa again!"