From Prisoner to Si Chen

Although the soft female voice was extremely subtle and short-lived, Gillan's keen hearing easily captured it.

‘The person opposite is not an atonement priest, but a woman? ’

Ji Lan frowned and said secretly.

He became more and more unsure of the other party's identity, and felt strange.

"Wait." Gilan suddenly said. "Is there no physical object of the 'Secret Book'? Isn't it a book or a roll of parchment?"

“Since ancient times, ‘secret traditions’ have been mostly passed down orally, and that’s why it’s called a secret transmission or inheritance.”

The male voice explained to Gillan seriously.

"Of course, it does not rule out the physical form, but it is quite rare. The 'secret' I am trading to you now is an oral inheritance."

"I see." Ji Lan nodded. "Please tell me."

"Yeah." The male voice paused and then began to tell:

"The Path of the Sword of the Furnace, the 'Secret Tradition' of the Level 2 'Actor' says, 'Observe all living beings and act as others. Decorate the skin and flesh, and replace the soul.'"

"You need to deeply observe the differences of each individual, find a specific role or profession, and play it. It is best to use superb makeup skills to decorate the appearance, and then hint to yourself that you are him."

"Performing requires a strong sense of involvement. The more involved you are, the more 'guiding power' you gain. At the same time, the performance requires an audience. The better you perform, the stronger the audience's reaction, and the stronger the 'guiding power'."

“In this way, the faster you can find the original ‘actors’.”

The sound from the other side of the partition came through the small hole.

Ji Lan listened very seriously, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Soon, he heard the other party say again:

"Now that I've said it all, I might as well remind you something. In mysticism, the body, spirit, and soul correspond to the id, ego, and superego."

"Physical desires and instincts are driven by the ego."

"Memory consciousness and rules are controlled by the self."

"Moral goodness and ideals are controlled by the superego."

"The occultist Paracelsus said in his book "Earthly Secrets", "A person who performs professionally and plays a certain role in the performing arts is an actor."

"The power of an 'actor' lies in the ability to perfectly imitate another person's 'self'. If coupled with extremely powerful makeup skills, you can even become anyone, and it will be so lifelike that it is difficult to tell the real from the fake."

Hearing this, Jilan was startled.

No wonder Miss Tolina in the Black Castle in the dream would suggest him to embark on the path of "director" in February Sichen, because if he can observe and imitate anyone's "self", it will indeed help him control the gradual The "self" that fell into madness.

Extreme madness requires an extreme sense to control and balance it.

"Thank you." Jilan took a deep breath and thanked the partition sincerely.

"I wish you to find your own way forward, you who are lost."

The male voice was still serious, and even his wishes were sincere.

Ji Lan didn't care whether the other party could see it or not. He picked up the hat, put it on his chest, bowed his head slightly and saluted.

Immediately, he picked up his coat again, opened the narrow wooden door, and walked out.

With his heart full of thoughts, Gillan strode out of the Atonement Church.

Wait for him to leave.

A long while.

The narrow door next door also opened, and a "young man" wearing a white suit walked out. He is said to be a young man because he is wearing men's clothing and has medium-length blond hair.

But her facial features are extremely beautiful.

It's so perfect that it's hard to describe in words.

She is fair-skinned and beautiful, and it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.

"Interesting guy."

This person looked at the church door, the back of the blond young man who had gone away, chuckled, and let out a mature and beautiful female voice.

In the Church of the Atonement, there were actually dozens of believers who came to pray. Even on the bulletin board, there was a priest in black holding the Bible "Confession Book" and conveying the gospel of the "Twin Kite" to the believers.

It’s just that when Gilan came in, he inexplicably ignored this.

At the same time, everyone, including the priest, also ignored Gilan's existence.

The "young man" in a white suit walked straight along the aisle in the center of the seats and towards the announcement table. During the whole process, no one paid attention.

The priest didn't notice anything until the "young man" walked up to the bulletin board and took the Bible from the priest's hand.

The "young man" held the Bible, opened it and glanced at it for a few times, then curled his lips as if bored, and turned to look behind him.

Behind the announcement table is a huge stained glass wall.

Two kites spread their wings and hover. Below, there are three smaller and less noticeable patterns, namely a flower basket, a golden bow and a locked book.

The "young man" first glanced at the kite on the right and said:

"Miss Maria, 'Bishu' has obtained 'contact' for you, and you can witness everything about him at any time."

The sunlight happened to shine on the stained glass at this moment, shining through the lavender purple eyes of the kite on the right and hitting the "young man"'s cheek.

The "young man" who called himself "Bishu" smiled with a smile that would captivate the whole country.

Then he moved his gaze downwards, fell on the locked book, and said:

"Sade, the book you deliberately left in the 'director's' work has finally been found. It's not easy. It finally has a reader... But what's more interesting is that your old lover Para, It turns out that he was a member of the 'Healing Knights' before."

"I didn't expect that he would be the army doctor under the 'Crane King'. It's really not easy."

Following "Bishu"'s words, the pattern of the locked book on the stained glass came alive and shook violently.

"Everyone you meet is an old lover, can you please give me a little face..."

"Neither boy nor girl, an ugly monster that no one wants..."

"I'm busy writing a novel, get out..."

A burst of curses and vulgar words rang out in the church.

However, the priest in black and the believers were indifferent to this, as if they didn't hear it at all.

Hearing this, "Bishu" not only wasn't annoyed, but actually smiled even brighter.

"It's hard to come out for once. Let's go play with the flower girl. Goodbye."

Throwing the Bible back into the hands of the black priest, the "young man" in the white suit whistled, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the church without a trace...

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After a while.

A young homeless man walked into the Church of the Atonement.

"Visitor, please indicate your intention."

An elderly male voice came from the guard booth on one side of the porch.

"I...I want to atone for my sins."

Femi Campos took a deep breath and said solemnly.

Bang.

Under the dark sandalwood window, a small opening was opened, and a rough, wrinkled old hand stretched out and pointed at the donation box.

Fermi took out the scattered banknotes and coins he had, and just enough 100 Caesars, he put them all into the box.

Along with the sound of clanking, the old male voice came from the sandalwood window:

"In Confession Room No. 5, there will be an atonement priest to listen to your sins and confusion."

"Thanks."

Femi took a deep breath and thanked him.

Immediately, he found the confession room with great expectation and got into a narrow room on one side. After the atonement priest walked into the narrow room on the other side and asked questions.

Fermi said quickly:

"I want to join the 'Investigation Committee'. What's the fastest way?"

"Hmm..." The priest on the other side of the partition thought for a moment.

"Lost person, you can try to go to the July Baptist Church. Recently, there is a fugitive from the Mystic who has lurked in the Baptist Church. If you can arrest him before the 'Commissioner', then you will have a great advantage. There is a chance of being recruited into the club.”

"Then what is the identity and strength of the fugitive?"

Femi asked again with a serious look on his face.

The reply came from the other side of the partition:

"His name is Ambai Rogers, the path to the divine scepter, and a second-level 'prisoner'."