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Chapter 182 "Gate of Truth" ll Part [-]
When I was pulled back to the small loft by the sea, my whole body relaxed.

He fell down in the small attic, breathing heavily.

There were a lot of things running through my mind, why the sea wanted to help me and so on.

I lay on the floor of the small attic, knowing that my back was covered in dust.

My neck and head were starting to feel uncomfortable where they met the ground, but I didn't care.

Because I was so tired, I just wanted to lie down, and my hands were exhausted and started to tremble.I can no longer hold onto things and exert my strength.

I was thinking if I had waited a few minutes or if I was not careful, my life would have been lost.

Dahai watched my actions and sat aside, turning off the flashlight beside him.

In the dim room at this time, I could only hear my own breathing.

"Ask, I know you are full of doubts now." Dahai said.

After a moment, I said breathlessly: "Why are there military uniforms of the island country here?"

"It's been passed down from generation to generation," Dahai said.

"Ancestors? So are your ancestors Chinese or Japanese?" I asked.

The moment I finished speaking, I knew I had asked the wrong question, or that I shouldn't be so direct.

"Of course they are Chinese, Chinese from generation to generation." Dahai said.

"China? So you are preaching in China? Unorthodox Christianity, local cultural invasion?" I said.

Dahai stamped the ground with his foot and said: "In order to cover up the helpless actions of the entire church, this must be passed down. This thing in the attic cannot be discovered by others. This is what we have to do."

"Who are they?" I said.

"Everyone except the five of us." Dahai said.

"Everyone?" I said.

"Yes, everyone." Dahai said.

"Then who are you afraid of?" I said.

"It's still everyone." Dahai took out the cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and I noticed it when sparks and smell came out.

In the dim room, cigarette butts sparkled with sparks.

"I heard everything you said before. According to your statement, you originally planned to tell me and let me follow you to guard this?" I said.

"So now you want to know?" Dahai said.

"You are not bad people, are you?" I said without confidence.

It can really be said that Dahai has watched me grow up since I was a child. I knew he was not a bad person from the moment I hung up outside the attic without saying anything.The situation at that time was that as long as the sea pushed the window lightly, I would fall from a height of more than ten meters.

At such a high place, even if you are not dead, you will be disabled.

And the sea not only helped me hide it, but also pulled me back to the attic.

If the other four priests are bad people, I believe Dahai is still a good person.

At least the performance he is giving me now makes me feel that he cannot be bad.

It has been more than 20 years, and I have memories of more than ten years.

I dare not say that the sea smells like my father's, but I definitely admire him no less.

Dahai smiled bitterly and said: "I can tell the story in this door, but after listening to it, you will never be able to leave here."

"What do you mean you can't leave?" I said. "Keep this secret with us until you die, and pass it on. From generation to generation, pass it on and then keep it." Dahai said.

"What kind of logic is this? A secret that cannot be told?" I said.

"Yes, yes, you said it very vividly. It's a secret that cannot be told. It has a sense of ritual, isn't it?" Dahai said with a wry smile.

"I think you don't understand what I mean. Something that needs to be known but cannot be told? Is this still a secret? Then it's better not to pass it on and forget all about this secret." I said.

"But this secret has been passed down for more than 100 years. We are witnesses, and these are physical evidence." Dahai reached out and patted the wooden table.

The sound of a wooden box being knocked was heard, but it was dark and nothing could be seen.

"It's not unnecessary," I said.

"I had the same reaction as you back then. But unlike you, I have to inherit it. But after I heard this story, I acquiesced to this kind of thing. This story is something to be proud of, but I can only secretly care about it. Pride." Dahai said.

"I first thought you were just fake priests, but now I suspect you are a cult." I sat up and said.

"You are better than all of us back then. I can give you a choice. Either go out as if you don't know anything, leave here and never come back. Or listen to me carefully and finish this story, and then agree to help me protect it together." Dahai. said.

My first reaction was to make my own judgment after knowing the story.

"Go ahead," I said.

"Don't interrupt me, I'll speak slowly." Dahai said.

I nodded my head. I couldn't even see the sea in the dark room.

A little starry red lighted up again, and I understood that it was the sea that took another breath.

"Do you still remember the island country's military uniform?" Dahai said.

I did not speak.

"Hello? Are you listening?" Dahai said.

"You don't want me to interrupt?" I said.

"Okay, you'd better interrupt. After a few years of not seeing each other, your wings have hardened. How dare you be the same age as me?" Dahai said.

"Remember, there are clothes in the wooden box." I said.

"Then do you remember when the island nation invaded China?" Dahai said.

"In [-], the Japanese invaded the Central Plains. They opened the Marco Polo Bridge first and then the Shanhaiguan Pass..." I said calmly.

"The singing is quite good. This church was built in [-]. A returned overseas Chinese told us that the Japanese would not invade foreign churches, so you should be able to understand what the things here are used for, right?" Dahai said.

"You want to say that this is a place where intelligence is received in anti-war movies or spy movies?" I said.

"You are quite thoughtful, but it is exactly what you said. My ancestors sent and received telegrams here. You noticed the bell in the window. Originally there was a rope connected to the corridor below. If someone breaks in, the thread hidden in the wall pillar will be pulled. The people above will know and be prepared in advance," Dahai said.

"What about the military uniforms and the national flag? What if the Japs come up by force and put on military uniforms and hold the national flag to pretend to be Japs?" I said.

"No, no, no, those clothes are really Japanese. We killed them. There were seven pieces and one national flag in total." Dahai said.

"I remember there were only four pieces when I opened it, and according to your statement, shouldn't this place be a place of interest? Why can't we let others know about it? Let's spread the word. Then aren't your ancestors all martyrs? "I said.

"The three missing pieces of clothing are the story I want to tell you. They are also the reason why this place can only be kept a secret and cannot be praised," said Dahai.

"Please elaborate, I want to know." I said.

This feeling of contradiction and conflict makes me very uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)