"I don't care about you. You are a policeman and I am a gangster. If I don't care about you, I will go to jail."

"Ms. Xingxiong, Ajie is a sharp-tongued woman with a soft heart. Don't take her to heart."

"week!"

Chen shouted, rushed over, pushed Zhou Jinru down in his seat, and hummed: "Be careful what you say, do I know you well?"

Before Zhou Jinru could speak, Xingxiong next to him said with emotion: "Sometimes I envy you. Your relationship is so good. No matter what happens, you will never leave each other alone."

"Who said that? She almost abandoned me last time. It scared me to death. I thought I was going to lose her."

Zhou Jinru was stopped by Chen before she finished speaking. She let go of her hand, her face flushed, and she said coquettishly: "What on earth are you talking about? Who loses whom?"

"I didn't lose you."

He hugged Chen again. Chen didn't resist, but she noticed that Xingxiong kept looking here, so she whispered: "How long are you going to hold me?"

"forever."

How could he say these words in front of others?

Chen's face was red with embarrassment. She could move forward fearlessly in the face of vicious criminals, but she was actually afraid of these simple words and was so shy that she couldn't restrain herself.

The carriage walked for a while on the road, and when they arrived at the foundation, they found that they were late. The recipients of the aid had already left, and only two reporters were still taking pictures.

One of the reporters noticed someone coming and hurriedly came forward. He spoke enthusiastically and quickly: "I heard that some of them are the initiators of this aid. How do you feel now? Can you share it?"

Xing Xiong, who was walking at the front, was not interested in listening to the reporter's chatter at all. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his tie, with a chill on his face: "Do you know who I am?"

The reporter was pulled by his tie and nodded like a fool. He was very familiar with the woman in front of him, the ruthless woman at the center of the rumors. If he was not careful, he would be drowned in the Sega River.

"My friends and I are not interested in being interviewed. You should understand how to write it, right?"

"Understand, understand, what Sister Xingxiong says is whatever it is, and our tabloid will definitely comply with it."

Xing Xiong nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, don't write my name in the newspaper. This is Mr. Zhou, he is the initiator, just write him alone. Is there any problem?"

"No problem, no problem, Mr. Zhou, you are such a good person. Those who receive assistance are praising your generosity. There are very few people with compassion like you."

"mercy?"

"Yes, you must have visited them in person. Those high-ranking gentlemen never want to look down at the common people. They are all praising your generosity and compassion."

Zhou Jinru opened his mouth and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a scoffing voice coming from his ear: "Ha, mercy, generosity, have your vanity been satisfied?"

He looked at the smiling reporters, then at Xing Xiong and Chen, and it seemed that he was the only one who could hear this extremely mocking voice.

If there weren't people around, Zhou Jinru would have activated the lighthouse skill long ago. He pretended not to hear, nodded slightly, and then turned around and left without saying a word. Xing Xiong looked over in surprise, and even Chen noticed something strange.

She asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

"Did you hear anything?"

"Sound? No."

Xing Xiong shook her head, her eyes never leaving Zhou Jinru's face, and she added: "How about you go to the Quiet Church, where you can feel peaceful."

Chen remembered something. The man in front of him was still a mist hunter. He heard strange sounds, which might not be auditory hallucinations.

"Go to the Church of Silence."

The three people came in a hurry and left in a hurry, riding a carriage through the East District, all the way to the quiet church in the West District, and sat in a bench near the door.

Father Albert came over after he had finished praying for the day. He was still wearing the old priest's robe. He reached out and touched Zhou Jinru's forehead and asked, "Can you hear strange sounds?"

"It also mocks the fact that this church has no function and that the purpose of worshiping gods is to collect taxes."

The priest's expression was calm: "It's not wrong. This church has indeed increased the burden on the people of Londinium. My child, I can give you very little help. Your wisdom is the sharp sword against it."

Zhou Jinru watched the priest leave. He remembered that the first time he heard this voice was at the factory in Londinium. He should go there again. Maybe there would be clues there, but not now. He would enter the main line in a few hours.

The plot is over, time does not allow it.

"Are you staying here?"

“This is a great place.”

Xingxiong didn't force it: "Sir Chen and I will leave first. She lives in my house. If you want to find her, just come."

It was already getting late, Xing Xiong and Chen left, but Zhou Jinru still sat there without moving. The noise stopped for a while.

The clock in the church rang eight times, and the priest trudged out from the back of the church carrying a large bucket and distributed two warm potatoes to every homeless person who stayed here, including Zhou Jinru.

Holding the potato in his hand, he slowly tore open the skin. The soft root pieces were a bit salty. He ate quickly. After two potatoes, although he was not full, it was enough to survive a cold night.

Later, when the church door was closed, the priest came out holding blankets and distributed them to the homeless people staying overnight to keep them warm from the cold.

Zhou Jinru felt the blanket that was not too thick and could indeed keep warm when wrapped around him. From food to blankets, the priest did a lot by himself. His abilities were limited and the help he could provide was also limited.

Squeak.

There was a soft sound, and the door of the church was pushed open from the outside. A hooded man came in from the outside. The priest walked over, took out two potatoes from the priest's robe and handed them over together with a blanket.

"Sorry, that's all for today."

he said softly.

The church was very quiet, except for the occasional cough, only the breath of the wanderer remained.

Zhou Jinru was lying on the bench. He fell asleep in a daze. He didn't know how long it took before he was shaken awake.

The hooded girl gently shook his body: "Wake up, wake up quickly."

He almost fell off the bench, turned over quickly, and found Adela squatting in front of him.

"Why did you come just now?"

Adela almost lost her temper and patted Zhou Jinru's arm hard: "I still want to ask you this, why didn't you go to the place we agreed on before?"

Zhou Jinru glanced at the Quiet Church: "Here?"

"What's going on here? What's going on with you?"

"I'm fine," Zhou Jinru thought for a while, "You want to participate in the rescue plan, what do you want from me?"
Chapter completed!