The location of this church is not too remote. Although the taxi fare was a bit expensive, it took me to my destination at the fastest speed.

I paid and got off the bus. After confirming again and again that no one was following me, I followed the sparse crowd of tourists into the church.

This place is now in a semi-abandoned state. There are no nuns or bishops inside, only mottled walls and moss-covered statues.

It is said that the church here saved many children during the Yokohama War. So even though it is abandoned, there are still many people who have witnessed and know the story and come to visit during the holidays.

I sat down in front of the altar, the sunlight gently climbing up my chest through the colored glass. The message only gave me such an address, and there was no mention of what I should do when I got here.

I raised my head to face the sunlight. The direct light made me squint my eyes. My sight passed through the gaps between my fingers and I suddenly felt that the fine cracks on the glass seemed to change into another appearance under the penetration of light.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at——

No, the view is too clear and we can't see the whole picture.

I thought about it for a moment and took out the contact lens on my right eye. My blurred vision made the pattern of light and cracks more obvious.

The traces on the flower in the upper right corner vaguely reveal a pattern of three small houses connected together - perhaps it refers to this church?

The Gothic church I am in now has three spires when viewed from the outside, and in abstract terms they look like a pattern.

Then, going downward from that direction, it becomes a route map - in the plane map, the top is north, the bottom is south, the left is west, and the right is east, so this direction is southwest.

If we use the church's design as the basis for the reconstruction, it would be about... 1:1202, so the total distance would be - dozens of kilometers?

Then let's go back the way we came. Why do you insist that I sit over here?

I moved back two rows and removed the cloaking device on the other side. With the blurred vision on both sides, the original floor plan suddenly became three-dimensional. There was a more three-dimensional house under the three small houses, so the scale was reduced a lot.

It's not north up, south down, west left, east right, it's just simply three-dimensional downwards.

There are also secret doors and secret rooms in the church.

My fingers slid through the air in the direction of the crack, and my mind recorded the diagram.

That means contact lenses are no longer useful.

I didn't bring any contact lens solution, and putting my already-taken-out lenses back in would be uncomfortable - so I decided to throw away my monthly lenses.

If I had known this, I would have bought daily disposables and carried a few extra pairs with me.

I checked the battery of my phone.

61%—You’ve got to hold on for me, baby.

For the things I can't see clearly, I rely on your camera function.

I threw the invisible kneading object into the empty cup that originally contained the holy water.

The entrance to the building is just behind the clock on the top floor of the lecture hall.

This place has been abandoned for too long. When I walked in, I just felt a cloud of dust blowing towards me. The gears behind the clock were rusty and there was no possibility of it being used again - if you look at it from the surface.

I rubbed the clock face with my finger. The dust here was not naturally fallen, but a thin layer of fine soil that had been sprinkled there not long ago.

Someone had been here before me.

I removed the outer gear and, using the flashlight from my cell phone, I saw a tiny keyhole inside.

If I talk about unlocking this, I won't be sleepy anymore.

The keyhole was very small, and the clip on my head was a little too big, so I could only pull out a piece of wire from under the pile of things I had just taken off and poke it inside -

"Crack", followed by a crisp sound, and then the sound of metal collision. After the ground shook slightly for a few seconds, I suddenly felt empty under my feet.

How come the door opens right under my feet?

The sudden feeling of weightlessness and falling almost made me scream out loud. Fortunately, this trail has a humane slide for me, otherwise I would have fallen down and almost lost my life!

——Speaking of this, I quickly pinched myself again and completed the daily task of checking my own condition!

The slope of the slide gradually slowed down, and when I counted to 15, my feet finally touched a stable ground.

"Cough, cough—" I coughed violently a few times. There was less dust underneath, but it was still enough to stop the dirt that rushed into my mouth and nose when I rushed down.

When my butt was completely off the slide, the lights inside suddenly brightened, and just as I was dazzled by the lights, a book suddenly hit me on the head.

My god, what kind of stupid institution is this?

A series of chain reactions made me a little annoyed. I picked up the book. The cartoon picture on the cover looked like a view of Yokohama at sunset. The warm sunlight fell on the land, which was very beautiful.

But there is no title on the cover. When I opened the title page, I saw a string of handwritten cursive English words in the lower right corner. It should be a name.

I looked closely—Edgar Allan Poe.

edgar elan poe.

It’s Popo’s book!

That means this is Popo's special ability. So if the person who comes in is not a "disqualified person" like me or Zaizi, he will stop here.

If you want to get rid of Popo's special ability, you either need to have a brain like Ranpo or a force like Chuuya.

Is this what Zaizi came up with?

I stroked the edge of this mystery novel - I felt a little like Ranbu. After all, Popo's books are all written for Ranbu, and...

I sniffed the pages and it seemed to have a faint sweet smell.

Without thinking any further, I looked up and saw something on the table in the distance.

But this road is not so easy.

I think from the perspective of the questioner. If it were me, I would not put the things I want to convey out in the open like this. Instead, I would find a more hidden place, a place where I can’t easily get it even if I know it, a place where it’s dark under the light…

My attention fell on this novel again.

I pressed the spine with one hand and quickly flipped the pages. After two times, I found an extra thick page. It was stuck here. I saw that it had jumped two pages before and after. I knew that these two pages were stuck together.

It really kills two birds with one stone, hiding something and destroying the plot of supernatural powers. In a serious mystery novel, skipping two whole pages of content makes it even more difficult for the author to find out the truth.

There are very few people like Ranbu who have opened their third eye.

I gently tore the book open along the edge of the page, and inside was a small piece of paper wrapped in a transparent sheet of unknown material.

I can tell from a careful look that this is the fragment of the "book" sent by General Narita.

Now, it is filled with words so small that they are difficult to distinguish, all over the place.

Don’t mention that this is Japanese, I can’t really understand it. Even if it’s Chinese I can’t understand it!

The characters are so small and dense that I feel like they must have been written with a special pen and a magnifying glass.

I held the tiny page of the book in my hand through a transparent sheet. I guess the reason I was here was to keep it safe.

It's obviously safer here, with multiple protections, but the reason I had to come here to get it is because I need to take it with me.

It may be of great use in the future.

But, where is it safer to put it?

I felt the pockets all over my body. Clothes are consumables. Who knows how long I will wear it - I can't really put it next to my underwear, that's too disgusting.

Besides, underwear needs to be changed. If I accidentally drop it when I go to the toilet, do you think I should pick it up or not?

Close fitting, close fitting...

Oh, stick to the body, stick inside the body.

I understand.

I pulled up my pants and pulled out the folding knife from my ankle. The blade looked sharp, and I thought about the moment it hit me.

Hiss, I can imagine the pain.

But I know very well that I am not afraid of pain now.

I held the knife in my backhand, with the blade pointed towards myself - I almost forgot to unbutton my clothes, this set is very expensive - although the jacket belongs to another tourist, the shirt inside is mine!

I was a little nervous, but then I thought, I've even done something like digging my eyes out before, so why should I be afraid of this?

I just don't know where to start.

Chest?

I puffed out my chest muscles - they didn't seem very obvious, not as good-looking as my deltoids, but it's not easy to work on my arms...

Don’t think too much about it, just pick a place that is easy to reach, like the abdomen.

At least I have the outline of my abdominal muscles, so it is easier to draw them.

I cut open my flesh along a line in my abdominal muscles and stuffed the "book" in through a transparent partition - it didn't hurt, but it just felt weird, as if something else had entered my body.

It's a bit creepy.

Fortunately, the piece of paper is not big, otherwise I would have to dig a piece of meat out of my abdomen.

He took out the bandage that Zaizi must have from his pocket - I was not as exaggerated as him, I only had two... no, it was one and a half rolls. Before I separated from Zaizi yesterday, he peeled off half a roll.

I put pressure on the wound and wrapped the bandage tightly around my abdomen.

Some of the blood inside was seeping out through the layers of bandages, but it seemed to be under control.

I quickly put on my clothes and pants.

Yes, I took off my pants before doing it just now, otherwise if the blood got on my pants, people would think I was disguised as a man to have my period.

Image, pay attention to the image.

After I had cleaned up, I began to analyze the structure of the darkroom according to the 3D drawing, and finally came to the conclusion - there was only one entrance and exit, and I had to crawl back!

It's amazing. Who on earth developed this genius place?

I thought, this book must have been left here yesterday by someone. If it was Zai Zi...

Phew, I can imagine him climbing up with his butt raised.

Sure enough, the cool plan requires some preparation in advance.