This is a fully enclosed room of more than 20 square meters. Except for the secret door you just entered, there are no windows. Only various desk lamps emit dim and soft light, illuminating the room.
A small secret room.
The surrounding walls and a long row of tables in the middle are filled with all kinds of things, including exquisite and beautiful vases, ancient oil lamps, decorations of various shapes, and stacks of old and yellowed but well-preserved items.
Books in good condition.
The walls are also covered with exquisite oil paintings, and many posters and photos are pasted in the gaps. There are also many oil paintings that cannot be hung and placed on the ground against the walls. It seems that this is their forbidden area.
Product storage room.
John Peston walked casually along the wall, like a child who discovered the New World, playing with the various things on the table from time to time. When he came to a record player, he couldn't help but stop.
He came down and curiously picked up a vinyl record placed on it, and saw two lines of words written in the blank space in the middle.
Symphony No. 9.
Ludwig van Beethoven.
John Peston put the record back, fumbled to put down the needle, and started the record player.
The black record slowly spun, but no sound came out.
John Peston ignored it and turned to look at something else. He picked up a palm-sized transparent crystal ball from the table on one side. Inside the crystal ball was a beautiful iron tower and many white ones.
Something like snowflakes covered the bottom of the tower.
John Peston slowly rotated the crystal ball curiously, and the layer of snowflakes below began to flow with his movements.
After he rotated 180 degrees, all the snowflakes ran to the top of the tower. Then he quickly turned the crystal ball back, and the snowflakes above slowly fell down, creating a
Beautiful scene of the Iron Tower in the snow.
John Peston, who had never seen snow since the war, couldn't help but be fascinated. He watched the snowflakes slowly falling above the iron tower, as if the scene in the crystal ball had become real, and he himself
It's like being there.
Just when John Peston was fascinated by the sight, a burst of solemn and majestic music suddenly sounded, which instantly pulled him away from the beautiful scene of the crystal ball.
This music...
At first, John Peston only felt that the music brought a low and depressing atmosphere, but as his listening soon gradually strengthened, it began to become majestic and powerful, with an overwhelming momentum and full of huge energy.
Shocking and tragic colors.
John Peston was completely attracted by the music. He stood there stupidly and devoted all his attention to this magnificent music.
In the depressing and sad music, he seemed to see countless people struggling to survive under the rule of darkness and being oppressed; then, the music began to become passionate and tragic. Finally, some warriors were unwilling to be oppressed, rose up to resist, and led the people to fight for
The pursuit of freedom and equality launched a heroic battle, which was great and tragic; in the end, they broke the deep darkness that shrouded the world and ushered in the light!
John Preston felt that his soul was deeply touched, and his mood fluctuated with the music. The sound that reached straight to the soul made his body tremble slightly, and the hand holding the crystal ball unconsciously moved away.
The crystal ball spun and fell, and snowflakes flew randomly around the tower.
"bump!"
The crystal ball fell to the ground, shattered, and the liquid inside flowed all over the floor, but John Preston seemed unaware, still immersed in the music, unable to extricate himself.
This is a magnificent ode full of philosophy and heroism. Through this work, the author expresses the will of mankind to fight for freedom, and firmly believes that this struggle will eventually end with the victory of mankind, and mankind will surely gain joy and unity.
Friendship.
Although he had never heard it before, he could clearly feel what the author wanted to express from the music and was deeply touched by it.
He felt that his whole spirit seemed to have been sublimated. Under the dim light, he seemed to see incomparable light and glory!
In this passionate and magnificent music, John Peston felt as if he was also in it. Two lines of hot tears flowed down his cheeks involuntarily, thinking of his wife, John Peston, who was captured and burned to death by the church.
Dun's emotions were completely out of control, he knelt on the ground, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears.
At this moment, a "squeaking" friction sound suddenly sounded, followed by a burst of footsteps coming from the secret door of the secret room, walking towards his position.
John Peston let go of his hands and saw a pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of him. Looking up, he saw a familiar gray priest uniform, a tall figure, and a stern face.
John Peston smiled bitterly.
"I didn't expect that both of us would fall into your hands."
"Let's do it!"
The person who entered the secret room and saw his emotional breakdown was Chen Mo. Having been partnered with Chen Mo for such a long time, John Peston knew very well about his strength. He had basically reached the level of a senior priest, even if
There is a slight gap with him, but it is not something he can solve in a short time.
Now that Chen Mo has come here, he has obviously eliminated all the militants and started searching for contraband. The soldiers from the suppression team should have also come in. As soon as the gunshots are fired, they will definitely be attracted. Normally, John...
Peston is naturally not afraid of these soldiers, but if these soldiers intervene when he is fighting Chen Mo, they can pose a considerable threat to him.
Moreover, he was emotionally broken and was not in a fighting state at all. He was no match for Chen Mo, who had just warmed up after wiping out a group of militants.
Knowing that resistance was useless and immersed in grief, John Peston had no intention of struggling anymore. He simply relaxed and knelt on the ground with his head slumped, waiting for Chen Mo to take action.
Chen Mo lowered his head and glanced at the tears on John Peston's face. He didn't do anything, but turned around and walked out.
"Follow me somewhere tonight."
Chen Mo's voice sounded at the door. When John Peston looked up, he found that Chen Mo had already walked out and the secret door of the secret room had been closed by him.
What does it mean?
John Peston slowly stood up from the ground, but his face was full of confusion.
Shouldn't he arrest himself without hesitation like last time, or simply shoot himself to death on the spot?