Zygmunt Danda, the famous literary giant in the world, died in front of him, in the Cathedral of the Holy Cross where the hearts of Chopin and Lemont were buried, and in front of the icon of Christ Jesus. There was silence all around, every tick, every drop. The sweat fell to the ground, awakening Gu Tie's soul. There were no enemies, and there was still no sense of danger. There were only two men in the empty church, one old and one young.
The finger on the trigger trembled slightly, Gu Tie's eyes slid over the wound on the great writer's chest, and the dagger accurately penetrated the vertical projection line between the fifth rib space and the clavicle, which is where the doctor auscultates the first heart sound. The exact position of the heart, but perhaps Danda's heart was slightly deviated from the normal position. This precise surgical knife did not immediately kill the old man. Gu Tie didn't know how long the old man had been sitting here with his injury. Life is like a clock hanging on a cliff swinging in the wind. It is so fragile that it can fall to pieces at any time, but it is strong enough that it can survive the storm.
The dagger was pierced into the old man's chest, and the blade could not be seen. Not a drop of blood flowed around the wound. The muscles contracted due to pain firmly embedded the steel. The dagger without a blood groove became one with the great writer. Gu Tie Understand that in this case, even with the strength of an adult, it is difficult to pull out the dagger. The handle of the dagger is wrapped with a white cloth strip and has a decorative artificial pearl on the top. It is the kind that can be bought in every souvenir shop. It's a generic product, I can't tell where the product is from.
Suddenly there was a noise at the door, and the wooden door for the decoration workers to enter and exit was pushed open. Two construction workers walked in chatting and laughing. Gu Tie immediately squatted down and hid behind the bench, looking around, and saw a wall next to the altar. The wall was undergoing surface repairs. The Chinese went over and grabbed a handful of wall plaster, blew it on the surface of the dagger handle, took out his mobile phone and took a photo, and then used individual tactical transfer movements to quickly sneak towards the door.
The noise of taking pictures attracted the attention of the two workers. The taller one said something and walked towards the altar with a paint bucket in hand. The other stood at the door, took out his mobile phone and started dialing. Gu Tie immediately stuck to the altar. Behind a pillar, he heard the tall worker's leather boots clattering past him, then turned away from his gaze and advanced silently through the scaffolding beside the wall.
The tall worker must have seen the back of Zygmunt Danda, and yelled something unhappily, which must have been something like "No unauthorized entry during construction." After a few seconds, he would see the dead old man's face. Face, he screamed hysterically and then called the police. Gu Tie was still five steps away from the door. He hid behind the pillar hiding Chopin's heart, and unconsciously clenched the Glock pistol in his right hand. The short worker stood beside the door. Talking on the phone blocked the only way to escape.
At this moment, the text box in the upper right corner of the field of vision flashed twice, returning to normal, and the network connection was restored without warning. Without any time to think about the reason, Gu Tie immediately logged into the quantum network to mobilize permissions and frantically searched for all available resources nearby. .
Five seconds passed, and the tall worker had already walked to the first row of benches and reached out to touch Zygmunt Danda's shoulder. At this time, the sixteen fire sprinklers on the west side of the church started automatically, "Hi... …" Water mist fell overwhelmingly. In order to prevent water-based paint fires, an aqueous film-forming foam fire extinguishing agent based on hydrocarbon surfactants was added to the fire protection system during construction. White foam immediately surged into the air, and visibility was instantly reduced. drops to zero.
Two workers screamed and ran towards the wall being repaired, because the fire extinguishing agent would destroy their murals, decorative pieces and paint. The door of the church opened silently and closed silently. A man in a black jacket quietly turned sideways. I walked out of the Holy Cross Cathedral and shook off the water droplets on my body. The surface of the jacket provided by Big Beard had been treated with nano water-repellent treatment, and the water droplets rolled off the smooth surface without leaving a trace.
Gu Tie combed his wet hair back, put on his sunglasses, and walked along the "Royal Road" without looking back. Just like many ordinary tourists, he held a travel guide and walked around. Stopping, stopping at scenic spots, taking photos with mobile phones, buying street snacks, and greeting the police happily, a small electric car with flashing police lights passed by quickly, and the tourists exclaimed to give way to the police car, "There is It's not like something happened." Several tourists stared curiously in the direction of the Holy Cross Cathedral, where a circle of onlookers had already appeared. They could guess without looking back that two soaked workers were among the crowd. He was crossing himself wildly, pointing at the inside of the church and shouting.
It wasn't until Gu Tie turned a corner and entered a secluded alley, and sat down on a bench in the shade of a tree that no one was around, that he breathed a sigh of relief and gradually calmed down his pounding heart. His back was almost covered with pain. Drenched in cold sweat, if the network connection had not been restored by chance, he might have had to knock out a worker, or even use a pistol, which would have only brought worse results.
It is not safe here. The Chinese do not dare to relax their vigilance. They pretend to lower their heads and check the tourist map, secretly mobilizing surrounding surveillance cameras to observe the situation. Although no suspicious persons are found, successive incidents have made him doubt the reliability of such reconnaissance results. Xindu had doubts, and after resting for a few minutes, Gu Tie stood up and continued along the path. The road sign showed that this road called Piekaska leads to Mildova Street, from where you can leave the old city.
Where should we go now? Gu Tie is in a mess at the moment and can't figure it out. Warsaw is not safe either. No matter who murdered Zygmunt Danda or who temporarily blocked his quantum network connection, the enemy will With amazing energy, the best option for you to fight alone is to fly far away.
"Time is passing, and you will face a test. Before that day comes, you must protect yourself, because you are our only hope." The message from the "father" conveyed by the great writer before his death put Gu Tie into confusion. If this message did not come from his adoptive father, Brandon Bartholomew, could it be a message from his biological father whom he had never met? Who is he and why did he use such a troublesome method to convey a meaningless message? , and who killed a respected messenger.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was almost knocked away by Gu Tie, who was walking quickly. The Chinese man crushed his feet, and naturally used Bajiquan to "lift the cage and change steps". He was behind the uninvited guest with a short stature, and his center of gravity Instead, he naturally launched a crushing blow. When he saw the man's face clearly, Gu Tie stopped the attack abruptly, and withdrew about a meter away with another rolling step, holding back a breath of recoil. , a face turned red.
The person who came was a little girl of eleven or twelve years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a white dress, with long eyelashes flickering, holding a bunch of tulips in her hands, looking curiously at the man with a strange posture and a ferocious expression, "Buy a bunch of tulips." Flowers, sir?" She looked at it for a few seconds and couldn't help but ask.
"Don't buy it," Gu Tie finally swallowed a mouthful of blood-smelling saliva, raised his eyebrows, and shouted in the Polish language just displayed by the translation software: "Be careful, little girl, not everyone is as kind as me. Yes," he said and turned around to leave.
"It's okay if you don't want to buy flowers, sir. One zloty to tell you a secret." The little girl tilted her head and showed a sweet smile, "Just one zloty."
The Chinese people felt a splitting headache when they heard this and waved their hands: "I have been exposed to too many secrets today..."
"I insist, sir," the girl stared at him stubbornly. There was something indescribable in her eyes. It was not the look that a twelve-year-old girl could have. Gu Tie was startled, and involuntarily bent down and handed his hand with his left hand. He passed a bill and put his ear to the girl's mouth.
The blonde girl still had a sweet smile, but the words she whispered from her red lips were not sweet: "Don't ask questions, just follow me. They haven't determined your identity yet, but it won't take long. Without our Help, you can’t get out of the Old Town of Warsaw,”
There was no surprised expression on Gu Tie's face. He straightened up and patted the girl's head with a smile: "So that's it. What a good boy. Where is the bar you mentioned? There really is a beautiful Russian aunt. There’s dancing and the best beer in the city,”
"It's not far away, two blocks away, sir." The little girl showed an excited expression that was more real than real: "You are willing to go, great, I can accompany you there. If you take a taxi from here, as long as You can get there in ten minutes, and the fare is only five zlotys,”
The Chinese nodded with a smile: "I'll listen to you. I've never been in a taxi."
The blond girl came to the street excitedly and waved. Ten seconds later, a black carriage pulled by two chestnut horses appeared in front of her. The wooden wheels stopped rolling. The high-ranking coachman took off his hat: "Good afternoon, may I ask? Where to go, sir, and the beautiful lady,”
"Gruczynski's Bar, on Vaski Danash Street, do you know where it is?" the girl asked, raising her face.
"Luckily, I know, please get in the car," the coachman nodded and leaned forward to open the carriage door.
Following the little girl onto the carriage, Gu Tie complained, "It's too pretentious. A taxi stopped as soon as I stretched out my hand. This kind of TV drama plot can't happen in reality." He silently looked at this unknown person. Like a little Lolita, some details caught his eye: a lower hairline, an unobtrusive pigmentation nevus on the neck, nails smaller than ordinary people, a shorter ring finger, and shorter than the index finger. A large number of ring fingers means that the fourth metatarsal bone has brachydactyly. In connection with the previous details, there is no doubt that this innocent "little girl" is by no means an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, but a woman suffering from Turner syndrome. syndrome in adult woman.
"Do you like Warsaw, uncle? Can I call you uncle?" The girl turned her head and smiled sweetly at Gu Tie,