The vest magic changes the earth

Allen was sitting on the bus with his luggage under his feet, and a cute orange cat doll was hanging on the zipper of his backpack, with a naive look.

bend over.Allen carefully lowered his head and covered his mouth in a posture as unobtrusive as possible: "Are you sure Randolph asked me to come to Jerusalem? What are you here for? I had a lot of energy and time to go through customs before, and I was still busy running Woolen cloth."

Where he was facing, the orange cat pendant, that is, the fat cat Arthur, also replied with a soft voice like a mosquito: "I don't know, you can ask him yourself, and I will help pass the message."

Alan has been running for a while. He was found out because of the relationship between the angel Metatron and the Simmons family. He didn't want to get into trouble, so he ran all night and hid in Tibet along the way.The original plan was to use the European continent as a springboard, transit once in Istanbul, Central Asia with a false identity, fly to South America, and finally return to New York.

As for the matter here, what does the matter of the Simmons family have to do with me as a private detective?

He grew up in a family environment, and no one knew better than him how obsessed his father was with those ancient glory and how paranoid the cabinet of this country was for power.

The original plan was perfect, but something went wrong during the execution. Fat Cat suddenly told him that Randolph asked him to divert to Jerusalem immediately.

"He said it was very urgent, the situation was serious, and if he didn't come, there would be a big problem like the destruction of the world." Fat Cat told.

Allen had no choice but to go through all kinds of security checks and come here with great effort.

At this time, Allen heard the child behind him ask her mother in English: "Mom, why is this man talking to the doll? Does he also like watching My Little Pony?"

Allen straightened up quickly, pretending to look around, as if nothing had happened.

Faintly heard the mother behind her answer: "Of course baby, there is no one who doesn't love My Little Pony."

Allen sighed looking at the motionless traffic ahead.

Now he is stuck on a bus to Jerusalem.

In front of the bus, there was a mighty flow of traffic, and the cars coming from behind also crowded the entire road. The bus they were on was caught in the middle like a can of sardines.

The closest airport near Jerusalem is Atalot International Airport, which is now out of civilian use.Most of the way to get to the city is by bus or train.

Now that the most festive Purim is approaching here, there are many people in the car, and more cars are rushing here.On the day of Purim, people will dress up in masquerade costumes and take to the streets to celebrate the festival accompanied by music.

This is also the most festive and lively Jewish festival. You can indulge yourself in drinking, singing and dancing.

So at such a time, when Purim is approaching, it is very unreasonable to suddenly impose traffic control on the roads along the route and stop vehicles outside the city.

Allen thought, this might have something to do with the fact that Randolph called him urgently.

The passenger on his side was whispering, "I heard that a big operation is about to start. My friend's cousin's classmate is working at Atalot Airport. He said that many military planes have come, and many containers have been brought in." , I don’t know what’s inside. The entire area around the airport has been blocked since yesterday, and many foreigners are coming and going.”

"What big event can happen? The festival is going to be celebrated soon, isn't it? Even if you want to go to war, you shouldn't choose this time."

They spoke English, the one who spoke had a foreign accent, but the person next to him had a standard American accent, and it should be a local who was receiving his friends.

Allen analyzed the information in his mind, and at the same time was worried about the congested road conditions.

At this time, he felt something hit the window next to his head, making a "boom".The glass wasn't broken, but he bounced it reflexively, his back curled up, and his arms were in front of him.

Then, Allen lowered his arm and muttered an obscenity.The mother with the baby in the back seat glared at him.

"Sorry, ma'am."

Allen stared out the window, where Randolph was waving to him with joy, and jumped a few times by the way, like a mad rabbit in the grass. He was the one who smashed the car glass with a stone just now.

Randolph returned to the unkempt look he had when Allen saw him before, with a gray brown jacket on top of a half-new one, jeans with frayed edges, and an unshaven beard, but the green eyes were still bright.

The lady saw Randolph dressed as a street gangster, and gave Alan a very wary look.

WTF, Allen said in his heart, ever since he met these strange guys, he was almost excluded from normal human society.

Randolph standing in the middle of the road like this is obviously against the traffic rules, even in the middle of a congested horse building.The police on duty in the distance quickly noticed the strange man and ran towards him whistling.

Randolph gestured to Allen quickly, and his fingers could almost dance out afterimages.The whistle in the distance became more and more urgent, accompanied by fierce shouts.

Allen understood what he meant, "Jump out of the car and follow me."

The traffic police were about to arrive. Allen gritted his teeth, opened the window, took a long legged step amidst the screams of other passengers, bent down and jumped down.

Randolph took a step forward, grabbed his elbow, and helped him stabilize his body.Then he yanked him violently, "The traffic police are here, run!"

Randolph's strength is frightening. Allen himself has been exercising and is strong and strong, but he still feels like he is being pulled by a bull, and there is a sharp wind speeding past his ears.

I was wrong, he was not a mad rabbit at all, but a mad cow who saw the red cloth.As he ran, he pulled out the last bit of strength to think.

Randolph took him to a nearby path where a motorcycle was parked.The traffic police were still chasing after him, the whistle was sharp, the police lights were on, and there was a bump in the sky, which was a warning shot.

Randolph turned a deaf ear, he started the motorcycle, and the engine roared like a storm.

"Sit up!"

He activated the accelerator and took Alan out at speed.While speeding, Allen felt as if he could vaguely hear the vomit of the fat cat pretending to be a pendant.

"So you called me over, what's the matter? Do you know that we were almost shot dead on the spot just now." Allen asked.He said to himself, if there is no big event that the world is going to end, I will definitely find some time in the middle of the night to put some shit in your glass.

Now is the control time, plus the special geography of this country, those policemen will really shoot.

Randolph leaned on the car and poured a whole bottle of pure water.They've just been through a car chase that could only be seen in a movie.With his excellent reflexes and mad courage, Randolph led Alan to turn left and right and get into the path, getting rid of the pursuers.

He has one leg on the bike, the other leg leaning on the ground, half of his body leaning lazily on the motorcycle, with a different kind of mature and casual charm.It was Allen who always wanted to give him a kick.

The fat cat put it into practice first, and he finally changed back to the fat cat weighing more than 20 pounds from the small pendant, rushed out and gave Randolph a paw first.

Randolph reached out and grabbed the nape of his neck, and the fat cat's short limbs waved in the air.

He hissed, "Don't you fucking drive well?!"

Randolph let out a disdainful sound, and with a flick of his hand, the fat cat was thrown up, and could only roll over on all fours in the air and land on the ground with difficulty.

"Ever heard of the Way of the Cross?" he asked Ellen.

"Originated from the pilgrimage activities in Jerusalem, it reproduced the process of imitating the crucifixion of Jesus. He carried the cross and walked to Mount Calvary. It was first preached by the 'Franciscans', and later Pope Clement XII finally confirmed it. 14 places were designated as places of the Cross and rites of worship.”

"Standard answer! As expected of a top student majoring in classical literature." Randolph snapped his fingers a little bit, and raised one eyebrow. This action would seem very frivolous to most people, but he has a different kind of Chic.

"But this is not enough. Have you ever thought about how the Way of the Cross would be so valued if it was just a place of pilgrimage." Randolph said, "It is essentially the Holy See's cultivation base for superhumans. Those selected from the monks, we generally call them 'grey-robed monks', and those who are hunted by them, we like to call them 'grey vultures'."

"The reason why the control is closed on the eve of Purim is because time is urgent, and they are going to reopen the Way of the Cross." He raised a finger, his pupils were like deep lakes, "but the thing on it will not Just look at it."

"It does sound like a major event about human life and death." Allen said earnestly, "But what did you ask me to do?" I really can't do it.

"Ah, it's very simple~" Randolph smiled, "I want to send you to the Way of the Cross. You have great potential. This is a talent and a crisis. Mysteries always attract each other. If you don't come looking for it, it will I came to you, so you must at least have a little self-preservation ability. Now that time is running out, you can't learn slowly, and the road of suffering is a good shortcut."

"......"

It took Allen a long time to hold back a sentence, "I don't have a devout belief, and I'm not a member of the Holy See."

"It doesn't matter. The Way of the Cross doesn't look at whether you are a monk or not. It only tests your heart. Monopoly is a matter for the church. As for belief, at least it will give Metatron some face, so it should work."

"..." I think it's very bad, Allen said in his heart, he has never been so speechless since he grew up.After getting along for so long, he has already discovered that Randolph doesn't listen to others at all, he is lazy and domineering.He was called by Randolph, not only might he be on the police wanted list, but he might also be completely destroyed by the church.

"That's right! You should book a hotel, I'm already penniless for smuggling in."