Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[383 is not him]

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

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

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

After walking for about ten minutes, I went around the alley a few times, and 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 the situation?

Typical Gothic architecture, towering spires, arched semi-circular rose windows, pure white appearance, upright and beautiful, majestic and straight.

Nangong Mo led them in, and Zhizhi asked in confusion, "Didn't you take us to your collection room?"

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

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

He didn't answer, just smiled unpredictablely, took big strides with his slender legs, and walked towards the cathedral hall——

Zhizhi glanced at his back in bewilderment, but still followed, and didn't realize at that moment that Xiao Shitou's expression was unusually heavy.

The light in the church hall is dim, the high dome seems to be connected to heaven, the dark murals are painted on the walls, the tall stone pillars are proud, and the relief paintings on both sides are densely arranged, narrating ancient Bible stories; Through the lighting projection, the indoor candlelight is flickering, the hymns burst out, and the tall cross and the statue of Jesus are placed in the middle, which is magnificent and solemn.

Killers rarely come to such a noble and sacred place. Even if the person who has killed is heinous and ashamed, he will feel a lot of guilt and think of the blood stained on the lock on his hand.

Nangong Mo sensed Zhizhi's uneasiness, turned his head and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Seeing his eyes, Zhizhi shuddered inexplicably, "No, it's nothing."

He smiled silently, led Zhizhi and Shishi through the main hall, walked to the backyard of the church, passed through the grassy field, and came to a white door carved with a floating image of an angel, and took out the key to open the white door.

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

"Maybe take a rest today. I'm usually used to being so quiet. I only realized it after hearing you say that. It seems to be very quiet." He echoed and opened the white door.

With a creaking sound, the dazzling white immediately entered the pupils, Zhizhi frowned, and then raised his hand to cover his own and Shitou's eyes——

Accustomed to the dim environment, the sudden light made her very uncomfortable.

"Please come in."

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

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

Zhizhi looked sideways, "Could it be this house that you are collecting?"

"No!" He stood in the middle of the room, and at some point in his hand, there was a white remote control that was only the size of a palm. There was a treacherous smile on his lips, and his voice was soft, "The things I collect are masks."

A beep sounded, and the white cloth covering the three walls on the opposite side and on both sides rose slowly, gradually revealing the whole picture with various masks hanging on them, silver, copper, with ethnic characteristics, Gothic stage, and banquet decorations. Of all kinds, of all kinds, covering the entire three walls, in this impeccable white highlight, the namelessness makes one feel chilled, and the hairs stand on end.

"What do you know, you don't look good," he smiled slightly, "Can't you accept my habit?"

Zhizhi stared at the opposite wall, looked at the ordinary silver mask in the middle, and clenched her hands tightly, "You are not him!"

The sound is as cold as ice.

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

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

Turning around, he took down the silver mask and played with it in his hands. His eyes were full of interest, "Miss Song, you must speak with evidence. You have been questioning me since you came to the Rose Garden, and you have always doubted my identity and actions. The child came to question, and I said, don't you realize that you are hurting my heart?"

"Sad?" Shitou sneered, "You can't make a glass heart, isn't it Nangong Mo who is still sad?"

Nangong Mo's complexion remained unchanged, and he smiled, "Children are so clever that it's easy to be annoying. Your cleverness is no threat to me, little stone."

Shitou raised his eyebrows, "Although it's hard to show off when we meet for the first time, my level is enough to deal with you."

Nangong Mo didn't comment, and turned to Zhizhi, "Miss Song, you're too surprised 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 regarded you as Nangong Mo, and I believed what you said, because in this world It is impossible for another man to have such a similar expression and tone of voice, but when you come to the restaurant, you start to show your feet." Zhizhi replied clearly, with a calm face.

Nangong Mo was playing with the mask in his hand, his eyes were half raised against the wall, "Let's listen."

"In the rose garden, the stone asked me to pay attention to your feet. When I went out of the restaurant, the stone asked me to pay attention to your eyes. At first, I didn't understand, and I didn't find anything unusual, but after entering the restaurant, I found that you and I sat on purpose. On the other side of me, and when the stone intentionally scalded your legs with hot water, they all made abnormal actions."

"I won't do unreasonable things, that prank, just to prove whether you are disabled or not," Shitou took Zhizhi's words, "When I dropped the teapot, I aimed at your right leg on purpose. The second young master has no right leg. Walking with prosthetic legs, the perception of temperature is very weak, and only normal people will dodge quickly in the first five seconds of hot water like you."

Nangong Mo smiled, "I am naturally avoidant, can such an explanation pass?"

(Thank you Weiwei 1017, 631487782, 80900577, Ye Shen Xiaoyue, everyone, for presenting silent gold medals, please ^_^)