Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 67 Cheng Aimei comes to report
After entering the house, Feng Xiuhu discovered that the interior space was very spacious.

This doesn't seem like Konate Chen's office, but more like a place to rest.

The place they entered was the reception room. The deacon led Feng Xiuhu to the sofa and asked him to wait there, while he turned and went into another room.

Feng Xiuhu looked around and found that this was a suite. In addition to the room the deacon entered, there were corridors leading to deeper rooms and many other rooms.

After waiting for a few more minutes, Feng Xiuhu became restless.

He was just about to get up and walk around when he heard footsteps in the corridor.

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw a noble lady in a Western dress coming out of the corridor. She was fixing her hair as she walked towards the door.

As he passed by, he glanced at Feng Xiuhu and left without stopping.

As soon as the lady left, two butlers came out of the next room and hurried into the corridor.

After a while, the two men came out carrying a roll of bed sheets.

Feng Xiuhu was curious and stretched his neck to look.

The bed sheet was wrapped into a strip, and there were stains of blood seeping out, and the figure of a woman could be vaguely distinguished.

The two deacons accidentally shook off a corner of the bed sheet while walking, and a slender arm hung limply, with deep marks of binding at the wrist, and bloody whip marks on the skin above the arm.

Along with the arm, half of the woman's face was also exposed. She looked very young, but her pupils were dilated and lifeless. A horn shaped like a bamboo shoot was particularly conspicuous among her messy hair.

It's a musk deer.

The two deacons left in a hurry. Feng Xiuhu withdrew his gaze and looked into the depths of the corridor.

In the darkness, Konate Chen finally came out.

He seemed to have just put on his bishop's robe and was buttoning it.

"Good afternoon, Deacon Feng Xiuhu."

Konate Chen sat down on the sofa at the side and poured himself a cup of still warm black tea.

It was obviously a soft and comfortable sofa, but Feng Xiuhu didn't know why and felt uncomfortable no matter how she sat on it.

He took out his cigarette case and planned to light one to calm himself down.

Konate Chen frowned slightly: "I don't like the smell of smoke."

laugh.

Feng Xiuhu lit a match, took a deep breath, and replied, "Next time, for sure."

Konate Chen's eyelids twitched, but he still had a task to assign to Feng Xiuhu, so he held back for the moment. "The temple has designated four streets from the port area for church missions. Leave this to your choir."

Although this was a joint decision between the church and the temple, the situation is tense now and there are still risks in doing this job.

Feng Xiuhu thought about it and said, "Okay, but I need to get in first. Otherwise, if someone from the temple comes to cause trouble, I won't even be able to return the favor."

Konate Chen nodded and said, "It's already prepared for you."

He snapped his fingers.

A deacon came out of the room and handed a tray to Feng Xiuhu.

Inside the tray was a pendant and a booklet.

The pendant was not much different from the ones hanging around the necks of other deacons. Feng Xiuhu picked up the booklet and flipped through it, only to find that it was just an ordinary booklet with hymns written on it.

With a flick of his fingers, the cigarette ash fell onto the expensive carpet.

He looked at Konate Chen and said, "At least give me some instructions."

Konate Chen nodded and said, "It's not difficult to get started - as long as you are devout enough."

"When you return, drip your blood onto the pendant and pray sincerely to the God of Mist. Recite the prayers in the poem book and devote your whole heart and soul to it. When you feel the magical power flowing through your body, it means you have successfully entered the door."

Feng Xiuhu asked in return, "What if I can't feel the magic power?"

Konate Chen smiled slightly: "That means you are not pious enough."

"But I believe you. You've already proven your unwavering faith in the Mist with your actions." Feng Xiuhu raised his hand. "Well, let's be clear. Don't try to fool me this time. Make your point clear first."

"If I start initiation tonight, will that be enough time? I mean, will I be able to catch up with the initiation?"

Konate Chen calculated silently for a moment: "If you're diligent, that's enough. The church is different from the temple. As a priest, you only need to focus on practicing spells, without having to worry about the lengthy stage of tempering your body. So normally, the process from entry-level practice to enlightenment is not a very long one."

This is bad. Feng Xiuhu learned the tricks that Shi gave him.

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and wanted to leave immediately and go back to practice.

Feng Xiuhu stood up to leave, and Konate Chen called out from behind, "One more thing."

Feng Xiuhu looked back.

Konate Chen said, "I suggest you build a good relationship with Officer Morgan, who has been transferred to the Factory District Temple. If you encounter any trouble from the temple, you can ask him for help."

It seems that the four streets in the port area are not so easy to take over.

……

Feng Xiuhu and Mike came out of the hall.

Shunzi's figure was very conspicuous. When Feng Xiuhu looked up, he saw Shunzi standing on the side of the road, talking to a fat figure.

When I got closer, I found that it was an acquaintance.

Cheng Aimei, he was still wearing that gray old dress.

Feng Xiuhu greeted him: "Aren't you going to work today?"

Cheng Aimei's face suddenly turned bitter, and she bowed to Feng Xiuhu: "Thank you for your care. I have lost my job."

Feng Xiuhu agrees: "It's hard to find a job these days. You need to reflect on whether you're not working hard enough."

Cheng Aimei was almost furious. He gritted his teeth and said, "You won't be comfortable for a few days."

Feng Xiuhu's tone changed: "What do you mean?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Shunzi quickly came out to smooth things over: "Brother, he is here to tell us something."

"What news?"

Feng Xiuhu asked.

Cheng Aimei snorted coldly and said unhappily, "I didn't bring Xiaoren back with me, and the factory boss fired me. But he turned around and appointed a new manager. Didn't you forbid Xiaoren from building the elevator? The new manager will bring his own people to build it."

Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but laugh: "So the reason you came to report this is that you suffered a loss yourself, so you can't stand the new manager getting any better."

"You can understand it this way."

Cheng Aimei remained noncommittal: "But I'm afraid you don't have the courage to take action against the new manager."

"Excite me?"

Feng Xiuhu raised his eyebrows and said, "I really fall for this trick - let him come, and I'll tear it down every time he builds it."

Cheng Aimei nodded: "That's what you said. But don't blame me for not explaining it clearly. Do you know who the big boss of the factory is?"

Feng Xiuhu crossed his arms and raised his chin towards him: "Tell me about it."

Cheng Aimei looked around and said, "The Director of the Planning Department is a high-ranking official in the government office. This time, he ordered the new manager to build the elevator. He specifically obtained approval from the government office. It is a reasonable and legal construction. Do you dare to stop him?"

"It's in line with your mother's reason and his father's law."

Feng Xiuhu sneered, "Why not build it sooner or later? Now that there's no one to do the hard labor for him, he's finally thinking of building a ladder to the base of the city?"

"spit!"

Feng Xiuhu spat at his feet: "Too late!"

PS: It's been so long, don't we know whether Mr. Feng recognizes Fancheng's principles? While there's still time, quickly vote for him and leave a book review to cheer him up!

(End of this chapter)