Embers Ad Infinitum

The latest website: "Is this already moved?" Long Yuehong looked at the entrance of the apartment illuminated by the light of the street lamp in the multi-purpose vehicle parked on the side of the street, and said in doubt.

It was eight or nine o'clock in the evening. Several members of the "Old Tune Group" had already taken turns to have dinner, but Smith hadn't come back.

—The place where they waited is outside the apartment, not the door of Smith's room. If these five people were all squatting there, they would definitely scare the visiting guests.

Anyway, with Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian's current sensing range, they can also monitor whether there are people in the corresponding room downstairs on the street.

Hearing Long Yuehong's words, Shang Jian Yao breathed a sigh of relief:

"That seems to have not moved away."

Jiang Baimian glared at this guy:

"Go up and ask Smith's neighbor, you can't wait so stupidly."

Bai Chen and Long Yuehong were in charge of inquiries. They were relatively inconspicuous in the team and would not cause the residents of the apartment to be alert.

Room 502.

It was a woman who opened the door. After seeing that the visitor was a stranger, she slammed the door shut before Bai Chen could speak.

"Won't she use cat eyes to observe first?" Long Yuehong said aggrievedly.

He is ready to ask.

Bai Chen looked at the cat's eye above the door lock:

"It should be broken."

After ten seconds, the door opened again.

The one standing at the door became a mature man.

He wore a short-sleeved black T-shirt. Although the clothes were old, there was no trace of stitches.

"You are?" the mature man asked in confusion.

When Long Yue Hongdui smiled, Bai Chen pointed to Room 503:

"We are Smith's friends. We came to find him today, but he never came back. Do you know where he went?"

"He?" The mature man recalled for a while, "He will occasionally be late, so please wait."

"Okay." Bai Chen nodded, "Thank you."

While going down the stairs, Long Yuehong asked inexplicably:

"What is it that makes him late occasionally?"

"Get a salary, enjoy it; participate in sect activities; be a temporary teacher and bring night school students..." Bai Chen cited many possibilities.

They quickly brought the information to Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Gnawa, and everyone unanimously decided to wait until early morning.

The security of Jinmaisui District is obviously better than that of Green Olive District, and the streets are cleaner, creating a quiet atmosphere in the dark night.

The patter of rain fell, making the light of the street lamps on both sides dim.

Near 11 o'clock, someone came from the corner, holding a black umbrella in one hand and a kraft paper bag in the other.

He is thin, four or five centimeters shorter than Long Yuehong, wearing a linen shirt and loose khaki trousers, with sunken eye sockets, more brown skin, and a clean shaved beard.

This is a person with no distinctive appearance, but belongs to the mixed blood of the Red River and Red Banks, and this is in line with Ferrington's description of Smith.

Seeing this person enter the apartment, the four members of the "Old Tune Team" suddenly became energetic.

Gnawa has also returned from the power-saving mode.

After a minute or two, Shang Jianyao laughed:

"There is someone in the room."

"But why didn't he turn on the light?" Long Yuehong glanced at the window of Room 503.

The lights there were not lit.

"In order to save electricity." Bai Chen gave his own explanation.

"Then let's go up and visit Smith." Jiang Baimian did not let Gnawa stay behind. After all, the other party was involved in a religious organization, and no one knew whether an accident would happen.

With an intelligent robot like Gnawa following, the fault tolerance rate of the "old-tone team" will be significantly improved.

On the fifth floor of the apartment again, Shang Jianyao volunteered to knock on the door.

—They have tried it before, and the doorbell in room 503 has either broken or no battery is installed.

The thumping sound was repeated three times, and there was no movement behind the door.

"His bioelectric signal is still there, but it stops at the original position, motionless." Jiang Baimian frowned and said.

Shang Jianyao nodded:

"His consciousness is too."

"I shouldn't have fallen asleep so soon..." Long Yuehong was suddenly frightened by her own guess, "What happened?"

Although he thinks that there are not so many coincidences, but the "old tune group" has encountered a lot of coincidences for so long.

Shang Jian Yao patted the door again, but there was still no movement inside.

Jiang Baimian groaned a little, and winked at Bai Chen.

Bai Chen took out a piece of iron wire that he carried with him, inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it a few times.

The door opened silently.

The room was dark, only the faint light outside the window illuminating the outline of the wall.

There is no moon or star on a rainy night.

"In the bedroom." Jiang Baimian said under pressure.

It can be seen that there is a little dim light overflowing from the seam of the bedroom door.

The four human members of the "Old Tune Team" each drew out their pistols and walked towards the inner room with their backs slightly bent.

As they marched, they naturally formed a battle formation.

Gnawa followed at the end, walking tiptoe, afraid of making unnecessary noises.

The bedroom door was not locked, it was just concealed.

Taking a look at Jiang Baimian and the others who were already in place, Shang Jianyao stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

The situation inside quickly caught their eyes:

A wooden bed is placed against a window with a curtain. There is a table in front of it, and a large rectangular mirror stands on the table.

At this time, in the dark room, the only light source came from the two white candles in front of the mirror.

They shook the yellowish fire lightly, and showed their own figure in the mirror.

Sitting at the table, looking at the mirror and candles was the man in the linen shirt before.

He wears a full-face headset on his head, leaning against a kraft paper bag at his feet, holding a red apple in his hand, slowly peeling the skin.

Near the early hours of the morning, in a room with no other person, such a man was sitting in front of the mirror, facing the candle and peeling an apple.

Such a scene made Long Yuehong uncontrollably horrified.

He felt something weird.

Feeling the wind blowing in, the man turned his head and looked at the door.

"Who are you?" He jumped to his feet and asked with a fruit knife in his hand.

Obviously, he was terrified.

This instantly dissipated the spiritual atmosphere in the room.

"We are Fei Lintong's friends, come here to find you." Jiang Baimian smiled and introduced himself.

The man asked blankly:

"Ah, what are you talking about?"

"..." Jiang Baimian felt like facing himself for a while.

In the next second, the man remembered to take off the earphones on his head.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Baimian repeated the words just now, and finally added:

"Are you Smith?"

"Yes." Smith breathed a sigh of relief. "Why do you just enter other people's homes casually?"

"We saw you come back and knocked on the door and nobody opened it. We thought you had a sudden illness." Jiang Baimian said sincerely, "I'm sorry, we used some means to open the door."

Smith thought for a while and felt that the other party was indeed kind, and he sighed:

"Don't do this in the future, maybe I just have constipation?"

"It makes sense." Shang Jianyao accepted this explanation.

Smith put down the fruit knife, quietly pressed his right palm on the "Red River" pistol on his waist, and then asked:

"Where's Ferrington, he hasn't come back yet?"

"He passed away and died under the influence of that white wolf." Jiang Baimian said the specious truth.

Smith was silent for a few seconds, then sighed:

"I said it was not easy, let him not go."

Feeling a few words about Felinton, Smith pointed to the outside living room and said:

"Let's go out and chat."

He was uncomfortable with so many people blocking the door of the bedroom.

The fluorescent lamp in the living room was quickly turned on. Smith found a convenient place to escape and sat down and asked:

"What the **** are you looking for me?"

Jiang Baimian smiled and said:

"We came from the south and we had conflicts with a group of'mirage dragons'. Their illusions are very powerful, and we suffered a lot. I heard that your sect is also good at this. I would like to ask you how to deal with them. ."

In these remarks, Jiang Baimian said that he did not change his face.

Smith's expression changed a few times:

"That group of heretics..."

"Huh?" Long Yuehong said in surprise.

Jiang Baimian asked immediately:

"Do you also believe in "broken mirror"?"

Smith nodded slightly, raised his palms, and placed them in front of his face, as if looking in a mirror there.

"The dream will eventually wake up, and the new world is on the side of the mirror." The sect member said in a low voice.

Long Yuehong was puzzled:

"But Felinton said that you don't adore any old-timers, but just believe in a mirror.

Smith froze for two seconds:

"I haven't said that before. I only said that we believe in mirrors, and mirrors are stubbornness, which is a'broken mirror'.

"Well, it seems that he understands the deviation, no wonder he refuses to join us."

Having said this, Smith sighed and said with a solemn expression:

"That bunch of heretics ignored the sacred mirror, thinking that Zhisui is a giant dragon. They don't know where it came from!"

"Oh." Shang Jian Yao's face was suddenly enlightened, "Then what is your sacrament?"

Smith pointed to the bedroom:

"It's Apple.

"In a room where there is no other person, plug your ears, light candles, look in the mirror, and peel off the epidermis. This is the precedent to enjoy the sacrament. If the peeling process does not break, then you It will be blessed for a while."

Don't you feel panicked during this ceremony? Long Yuehong muttered suddenly.

"Oh." Shang Jianyao didn't ask any more.

Jiang Baimian smiled and said:

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"Well, what is the name of your sect?"

"Mirror teaching." Smith said proudly. "We don't develop believers casually. Only after years of observation and believe that it is possible will we give an invitation."

Having said this, he showed an embarrassed expression:

"I don't have much research on illusion, and I focus more on the understanding of doctrine. I may not be able to help you."

The fact that he is not an awakened one is so refreshing and refined... Long Yuehong's mind took two turns before he understood Smith's true meaning.

Smithton took a moment and said:

"I only know to target weaknesses.

"I can also help you contact the priest, but he may not meet you."