Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【383 is not him】

"For safety reasons, I think it's better to keep some distance from him like this."

Zhizhi paused and before he could speak, the stone pointed forward and said: "The car is coming, let's go."

She had no choice but to follow Shitou and get into a taxi with Nangong Mo.

After walking for about ten minutes and circling the alley several times, we finally arrived at the place Nangong Mo mentioned -

When Zhizhi got out of the car and saw the building in front of him, he was immediately confused.

church?

What's going on?

It is a typical Gothic building with towering spires, arched semicircular rose windows, and a pure white appearance. It is upright, beautiful, and tall.

Nangong Mo led them inside, and Zhizhi asked in confusion: "Aren't you taking us to your collection room?"

"I put the collection here," he turned around, glanced at the angel portrait sculpted on the wall, and explained with a smile, "to cleanse the soul."

Zhizhi nodded in understanding, "I didn't know you had a hobby of collecting things before. What kind of things do you collect?"

He didn't answer, just gave an unpredictable smile, took long strides with his long legs, and walked towards the church hall——

Zhizhi glanced at his back in confusion, but followed him. At that moment, he didn't notice that Xiao Shitou's expression was unusually heavy.

The light in the church hall is dim, and the high dome seems to be connected to heaven. Dark-colored murals are painted on the walls. The tall stone pillars are proud and majestic. The relief paintings on both sides are arranged in a row, narrating ancient biblical stories; sunshine

Through the light projected in, indoor candlelight swayed, hymns bursts, and the tall cross and the statue of Jesus were placed in the center, which was glorious and solemn.

Killers rarely come to such a noble and sacred place. Even if the person they have killed is a heinous person, and they feel ashamed at the sight, they will still feel a lot of guilt, thinking of the blood stained on the locks on their hands.

Nangong Mo noticed Zhizhi's discomfort, turned around and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Zhizhi shivered inexplicably when she saw the look in his eyes, "No, it's nothing."

He smiled silently, led Zhizhi and Shitou through the main hall, walked to the back courtyard of the church, passed the grassy lawn, and walked to a white door carved with an angel statue. He took out the key and opened the white door.

"There are no priests or believers?" Zhizhi looked around, "It's such a quiet place."

"Maybe I'll take a rest today. Normally I'm used to being so quiet. Only when I heard you say this did I realize that it seems to be really quiet." He agreed and opened the white door.

There was a crunching sound, and the dazzling white horse entered his pupils. Zhizhi frowned, and then raised his hand to cover his eyes and Shitou's eyes——

She was used to a dim environment, and the sudden brightness made her very uncomfortable.

"Please come in."

Nangong Mo made a sound, grabbed her arm, and pulled her in, along with the small stone——

Putting down his hands, Zhizhi saw that there was nothing in the house except the pure white floor and the walls covered with white cloth.

Zhizhi tilted his head and asked, "Is this the house you are collecting?"

"No!" He stood in the middle of the room. He didn't know when he had a palm-sized white remote control in his hand. He smiled slyly on his lips and said in a soft voice, "The thing I collected is a mask."

There was a beep sound, and the white cloth covering the walls opposite and on both sides slowly rose up, gradually revealing the whole picture of various masks hanging on them, including silver, copper, national characteristics, Gothic stage, and banquet decorations.

There are all kinds of them, all kinds of colors, covering three large walls. In this pure white protrusion, the namelessness makes people stand up with chills and chills.

"Why do you know, Zhizhi, you look bad?" He smiled slightly, "Can't you accept this habit of mine?"

Zhizhi stared straight at the wall opposite, looking at the ordinary silver mask in the middle, clasping his hands tightly, "You are not him!"

The sound is as cold as ice.

"Zhizhi, what are you talking about?" He looked confused, "I don't understand."

"Mask... I understand," Song Xiaozhi said coldly, "You are the masked man who followed Diderot and framed Nangong Mo for murder! You are not Nangong Mo!"

Turning around, he took off the silver mask and played with it in his hand. He said with interest, "Miss Song, you must provide evidence when you speak. Ever since you came to the Rose Garden to question me, you have always doubted my identity and actions, and you still have

When the children came to question me, I said, don’t you realize that you are hurting my heart?”

"Sad?" Shitou sneered, "You don't have a glass heart, why would you still be sad if it weren't for Nangong Mo?"

Nangong Mo's expression remained unchanged, and he pulled his lips into a smile, "Children are so smart that they can easily be annoying. Your cleverness is not a threat to me, little stone."

Shitou raised his eyebrows, "Although it's difficult to perform well when we first meet, my level is enough to deal with you."

Nangong Mo refused to comment and turned to Zhizhi, "Miss Song, are you too shocked to speak, or are you too scared to speak?"

"Mr. Mask, I have to say that your acting skills are very good and your disguise skills are also very strong. When Qiangweiyuan saw you, I really thought you were Nangong Mo and believed what you said, because in this world

It's impossible for another man to have such a similar expression and tone of voice, but then when we got to the restaurant, you started showing off your skills." Zhizhi replied clearly, with a calm face.

Nangong Mo played with the mask in his hand, leaning against the wall with his eyes half raised, "Let's talk and listen."

"In the rose garden, the stone asked me to pay attention to your feet. When we came out of the restaurant, the stone asked me to pay attention to your eyes. At first, I didn't understand it and didn't notice anything unusual. But after entering the restaurant, I found that you and I deliberately sat together.

Opposite me, Shitou also acted abnormally when he deliberately used hot water to burn your legs."

"I won't do anything unreasonable. That prank is just to prove whether you are disabled or not." Shitou followed Zhizhi's words, "When I dropped the teapot, I deliberately aimed at your right leg. The second young master has no right leg.

When walking with prosthetic legs, the perception of temperature is very weak, and only a normal person would react quickly to avoid the hot water within five seconds like you."

Nangong Mo smiled, "I am naturally avoidant. Can this explanation be accepted?"

(Thank you Weiwei 1017, 631487782, 80900577, Yashen Xiaoyue for giving me silent gold medals, okay ^_^)