The Modern Age of the Mysterious

The gathering place for the believers of the messenger **** was chosen in a "blank church" near the suburbs.

The "Blank Church" is a gathering place specially prepared by the Holy Court for all kinds of legitimate minority beliefs. In the blank churches on weekdays, you can't find any items related to faith, and only before the gathering of a specific faith, will the corresponding religious signs be hung.

It was already evening, and Sean arrived outside the church. From the door, you could see that a lot of people had come. The service doesn't seem to have started yet, and people are chatting.

Sean was not in a hurry to go in, he stood outside the door and poked his invisible tentacles inside...

"...I heard the voice of the Lord, just a few nights ago, I heard the Lord speak in my ear!

"He told me that there would be a murder near Fifteenth Avenue. After I woke up, I went straight there and stayed there... Not long after, I really heard screams...

"I followed the sound and saw a man with a burlap sack covering his head, stabbing a woman with a sharp knife..."

"When I went over, the man ran away - I saw the whole process at the scene of the incident, so I could get the first-hand news!"

Sean frowned: "This person seems to be narrating a process of divine revelation. Could it be that believing in [Melinas] can get some ominous omens? For journalists, they can arrive at the event as soon as possible. Found the scene?

"If it is such a belief gain, then it is very suitable for reporters..."

"However, this speaker's spirit is a little extraordinarily excited. If, as he said, he has received 'divine enlightenment', his soul should be blessed, and he should not be in such a morbid state..."

Sean walked into the church while listening.

Above the facing pulpit, there was a wooden and silver-painted double snake stick sign hanging. Almost all the people in casual clothes were chatting, and there was some noise in the church.

As soon as Sean entered the door, he felt a little inconsistent. But what's wrong with it can't be said at once.

He was walking through the chatting crowd, and saw a freckled face, the owner of that face also saw him, and immediately flushed red. Jim came over: "Mr. Dickinson, here you are!"

Sean temporarily put aside his inexplicable worries and smiled: "It's so lively here."

Jim led Sean through the crowd to his companion: "Yes, the service hasn't started yet. We usually talk about recent events during this time..."

Sean heard the overly excited voice just now, and that person seemed to be one of Jim's companions.

Sean observed the somewhat excited speaker. His hair is relatively long, and if he hadn't tried his best to brush it aside, his bangs would have covered his eyes. Between the eyebrows, there are deep marks, and it seems that he often frowns forcefully. When he spoke, there was a bit of fanatical light in his eyes, and he continued the topic of the street murderer news just now: "At that time, I looked at the stabbed woman, she was wearing white clothes, and her blood was red in several places. Her eyes were open, as if she hadn't woken up. Her mouth opened and closed as if she wanted to talk to me...

"Unfortunately, I didn't bring a camera at the time, if I had, I would have photographed that scene!

"Trust me, if you can provide Steve with that photo, the price of my manuscript will double!"

Sean felt obvious discomfort in his heart. But the people listening around, including Jim, didn't even notice that something was wrong, and instead made some regretful voices.

Sean shook his head in disbelief and thought to himself, "We are talking about a person who was stabbed to death, but everyone is concerned about not taking pictures?

"Am I the abnormal one?"

Sean didn't believe it, so he raised his hand and interrupted the excited man's narration: "I'm sorry for interrupting you - but, at that time, why were you thinking about taking pictures, shouldn't you hurry up and call an ambulance? and call the police?"

The man narrating didn't show any embarrassment. He paused for a while and seemed to be lost in thought. It seemed that Sean didn't come up with it, and he didn't even think of this option.

The people around began to discuss: "So...you should consider calling an ambulance. But in our business, if you have a camera at hand, you should take a picture as soon as possible..."

Sean was a little surprised. He didn't know if it was the New Testament media world, or if the conversation going on here was absurd. He turned to Jim: "Do you think so too?"

Jim blushed, shrugged his shoulders, and didn't seem to dare to defy the majority opinion: "Mr. Dickinson, you're right, an ambulance should indeed be called. However, if there are other people around, they should be sent there. Call, after all our job is to document what's going on, if..."

The man with the frenzied eyes took over the conversation as if he had figured it out: "If we delay recording the news because of other things~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that is dereliction of duty, that is the real sin!"

He seemed to have found a loophole, looked directly at Sean and said, "God has assigned different responsibilities to everyone, journalists should record the news, and other things should be left to others..."

Sean also wanted to clarify his thoughts, so he asked, "This friend, what should I call you?"

"Just call me Mark."

"Mark, let's change our hypothesis," Sean said. "If you knew in advance that something tragic would happen to this woman, but you didn't just witness the tragedy, you had the opportunity to warn her in advance and let her To avoid murder, would you do it?

"It's an obvious predicament. If you warn her, you save a life, but you lose a breaking news."

Mark thought for a moment and replied, "I don't think I'm - I'm just an observer. An observer shouldn't influence events."

The others thought for a while and nodded in approval.

In the noisy background sound of the surrounding conversation, Sean suddenly felt a sense of alienation, as if he had been taken out of the group by some force alone.

It is a feeling of being unable to integrate into this group due to a huge conflict of ideas.

This sense of alienation made him understand what the sense of disobedience was when he first entered the church.

It's too noisy here. This is not a reception, there is no alcohol catalyst, but everyone is eloquently expressing.

His face was red and his ears were red, his eyes were shining, and his saliva was flying... Everyone was extremely excited.

And some of what was said, although it sounds reasonable, is actually extremely cruel.

Sean frowned suspiciously: What is this feeling?