Chapter 107 Search
In the theater, the party attendees were enjoying the next show on the stage, but Dorothy was in deep meditation.
“It seems… they look somewhat similar…”
Dorothy, who was reminiscing, compared the image information in her memory and couldn't help thinking this. Then she continued to make a deeper comparison, calling up the two pictures in her memory and overlapping the key points in each detail.
At this time, Dorothy's brain was like a computer running image processing software. It didn't take long for the two figures to be compared. The Bill that Dorothy had met at Buck's house before and the man she had met in the corridor before showed a high degree of consistency in facial contour, body proportions, details of the lower half of the face, and many other aspects. They could basically be determined to be the same person.
'Bill is in this meeting? What is his purpose here? Are the songs those children are singing related to the communion? Is he the source of the crisis that the divination said?'
All kinds of thoughts began to linger in Dorothy's mind, and many problems troubled Dorothy's mind together. After shaking her head, she decided to ignore other things and think about the main problem at the moment, which was the crisis that Bill might bring.
'First... we need to figure out what form this crisis takes and how it can target me. Either the crisis caused by the Eucharist is too wide and includes me, or I have exposed something and they noticed me.
'A large-scale crisis like a terrorist attack seems unlikely. Not to mention that such an action might attract the attention of the Kingdom's central government and even the higher-level churches, the risk is too high. The Holy Communion was severely damaged because of my illness just now, and they should not have the strength to organize a large-scale action for the time being.
'So...it's possible that I was exposed somewhere...when was it exposed? How much was it exposed? Do they know my identity and location now?'
Dorothy thought so, and then began to look around, carefully checking the surroundings to see if anyone was searching for her or monitoring her.
Then, she saw a strange scene. At the edge of the auditorium, several theater staff were collecting the audience's invitations in rows, and they had to sort and record them after collecting each row. The actions of these staff made some audience members dissatisfied and criticized them. Although the staff apologized repeatedly, they still insisted on explaining while collecting the invitations.
"Why did you suddenly collect the invitations? Didn't you check them before you came in? Is there something wrong and you need to check them again? Oh, no, the party has already started and you're just collecting them. You're clearly ruining the audience's viewing experience..."
Looking at the staff members who were slowly approaching with invitations in the distance, Dorothy thought to herself that it was not worth it to ruin the viewing experience of so many people just to find a few problematic participants. This charity was not a random meeting.
Unless... this problematic participant must be found... even if it ruins the audience's viewing experience.
If the top management of this theater is controlled by the Holy Communion, then I am probably a person they must find...
Combined with the previous inference, these people searched for the invitation letter maybe they had some way to find me from the invitation letter.
"Then how could they find me just from the invitation? Was it some occult divination? No...if they could do divination, they wouldn't have gone through so much trouble. Maybe they could read some information from the invitation."
'The information that can be read from the belongings you carry with you is mostly smell, and only smell can be carried by objects.'
Having deduced this, the chain in Dorothy's mind was connected. She now guessed that the information she revealed was mostly smell, which was revealed when she brushed shoulders with Bill. It was not surprising that the extraordinary person of the "Cup" had items or abilities that enhanced the sense of smell. The purpose of them receiving the invitation letters now was probably to read the scent of the person they originally possessed from the invitation letters.
After all, if you were to wander around the auditorium alone and slowly get close to the audience to smell them one by one, you would definitely be accused of being extremely rude and then be kicked out of the venue by the crowd. However, there would not be so much resistance to accepting an invitation.
Thinking of this, Dorothy took out her invitation letter and looked at it. The invitation letters for this Charity Society were distributed by the organizer to various relevant institutions at their discretion, so they were not named.
The theater staff were collecting the papers in an orderly manner, row by row. After collecting a row, they would tie them into a separate pile for registration. Apparently, if they found any abnormality in a pile, they would be able to determine which row the person in question was in, and by arranging the papers from the beginning to the end, they would be able to know the specific location of the person in question.
"It seems... this thing can't be handed over easily."
Looking at the invitation in her hand, Dorothy thought that if the invitation was taken away, it would be easy for the other party to smell out her location, and then she would be completely exposed. If she refused to hand it over or lied that she had lost it, it would definitely be noted, and Bill might come over to confirm it in person.
If I resist violently, I will be exposed directly. If I run away now, there will be an empty seat here. If I ask the people around me, they will also know my physical characteristics.
"I feel like this is a bit troublesome..."
Dorothy understood her current situation and thought with a frown that although the staff who received the invitation letters were still far away from her, they would receive them sooner or later. In public, it would be difficult for her to resist directly or run away. If she handed them in directly, she would definitely be exposed. Dorothy felt that she was in a dilemma.
"We need to think of some way..."
Thinking of this, Dorothy fell into deep thought again.
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On the other side, in the conference hall, in the private room of the Glow Cult.
Vanya watched the show on the stage. Several priests from Igwinter beside her explained to her from time to time, and Vanya smiled and responded.
"Haha...how do you think it is? Sister Vanya, this is what the Lord's people look like in Igwinter. Not bad, isn't it?"
A priest said to Vanya with a smile, and Vanya also responded by forcing a smile.
"Oh, that's really great. You're right. This evening really opened my eyes."
"Oh...really? Which show impressed you the most, Sister Vanya? Can you tell us what you think?"
"Ah... well, I think the children's chorus at the beginning left the deepest impression on me... they were all... well, how should I put it... so innocent! So beautiful!"
"Children's chorus? Haha, it's so... Let me tell you, Sister Vanya, these children are all from our Mercy Orphanage, a place that follows the teachings of the Holy Father. You can tell from the mental outlook of these children that they are living under the grace of the Holy Father..."
A middle-aged priest in his thirties or forties with a big belly began to talk incessantly, using the program as an entry point to focus on introducing the various work achievements of the local church. Several other priests also interrupted from time to time. Surrounded by this group of people who kept explaining and introducing, Vanya, who was not good at speaking, could only smile and respond.
It was obvious that the Igwind local church introduced Vanya to attend the charity event this time in order to take this opportunity to show the local work achievements to the important expatriates from the superior organization. Therefore, attending the charity event was secondary, and taking the opportunity to brag to the people from the superior organization was the main thing.
At first Vanya thought she was simply here to watch a party, but she didn't expect that this would eventually turn into a social occasion centered around her. In this box, except for Vanya, no one else knew her and wanted to watch the party. They all used the party as an opportunity to start conversations, making it like a dinner party for leaders.
Although the Glorious Church is a religious organization, its size is too large. Any large organization will inevitably become bureaucratic, even the Glorious Church is no exception.
This person is from the capital diocese. The archbishop who is in charge of the entire Putin diocese is there. Shouldn't he be treated well and take the opportunity to show off and promote himself?
This was the idea of the Igwynte priests. However, Vanya, a nun in the History Department, could not handle this at all. She was a homebody by nature and work, and had very little experience in interpersonal communication. She had never seen such a scene before. She was immediately overwhelmed by these local priests. She could only smile and stutter as she dealt with them, feeling like crying but unable to cry.
Driven by her instinct as a nun, she couldn't help but pray in her heart.
'Lord! Please save me, I just want to watch a few shows quietly!'
…
Vanya had just finished praying, and then Dorothy, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't help but be stunned.
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