Chapter 47: Meeting An Xiaowei Again
I lowered my head and thought about countermeasures. After rejecting several plans in a row, I felt that it would be better to give it a try.
Even if he didn't have any weapons on him, he had experienced several large and small actual combats. If he tried his best, he might be able to get a chance of survival.
While I was thinking, the priest stood on the stage and waved to me.
"Don't be afraid, child. God will guide you."
I was stunned for a moment. Somehow, I felt that this priest was very kind and warm, and I couldn't help but be convinced.
Almost subconsciously, I walked towards the platform step by step.
It was not until I stood on the podium that I suddenly came to my senses. Although I was a little nervous, I forced myself to control my expression and tried not to reveal any flaws.
The priest looked at me for a moment, nodded, and then began to recite the prayer again.
Then he reached into the basin, dipped his hand in the liquid, and gently stroked my head.
I was instantly alert, ready to fight any changes that might ensue.
The water dripped onto my forehead and I felt a chill running straight to my bones.
Then I seemed to hear bursts of unreal mumbling, and my thoughts became fuzzy.
This feeling is the same as when An Xiaowei did something to me after I was infected.
The slightly cool feeling on my head at that time was probably the so-called holy water that An Xiaowei had dripped on my head.
But now my mind can still retain some rationality.
The long-lost feeling of restlessness in my body came back again.
I secretly pinched my fingers and gritted my teeth to fight against this feeling.
The priest was still mumbling that damn prayer beside me. The unreal mumbling and the priest's voice mixed together in my ears, making it very noisy.
My mind became increasingly confused, with bits and pieces of random thoughts constantly emerging.
How did I get through it?
How should I—
At this moment, a pattern of cloud and thunder inexplicably flashed through his mind, and then all those scattered thoughts seemed to stop, and the noise in his ears suddenly became non-threatening.
Cloud-thunder pattern... I remember this was the pattern on my Miao Dao.
Song Nanxing said, Miao Dao was left to me by my father, and some long-forgotten memories buried deep in my memory suddenly flashed by.
I seem to have seen this cloud-thunder pattern somewhere... But where...
Fragments of the past kept coming to mind, and I suddenly remembered that about half a year after my parents left for the last time, I often dreamed about this pattern.
It does not occur with any dream, but is like a picture that appears out of thin air in my mind, appearing in my mind as soon as I fall asleep.
I was still young at that time, and I didn’t remember anything after waking up. Moreover, I always had tinnitus during that period, which almost caused me to have a nervous breakdown, so I had to take a year off from school.
Thinking about these trivial things from the past, it seemed as if my head suddenly didn't hurt so much, and I was able to maintain my sanity amidst these waves of mumbling.
The priest stood beside me, muttering something, and didn't seem to notice anything unusual about me.
After reciting the prayer, he put two fingers together, gestured in front of his chest a few times, and then stared at me scrutinizingly, as if waiting for something.
I recalled the reactions of the first few people who had been "baptized." If I had really been "baptized," I should be reciting that prayer now...
In order to avoid arousing the other party's suspicion, I pretended to be dull and spoke, imitating the tone of the person in front of me:
“The Lord alone is supreme, the Lord alone is exalted.”
“Almighty and all-loving, most holy and pure God.”
After hearing what I said, the priest finally nodded in satisfaction and said to me, "God will bless you."
Then he waved his hand to indicate that the "baptism" was complete.
After leaving the baptism hall, I was still a little dazed. I pressed my solar plexus and felt as if my brain was being stirred.
But this also made me clarify some of the doubts I had before.
When I was infected, what An Xiaowei did to me should be the so-called "baptism", but it failed for some reasons at that time.
And now I was pulled into this mirror world, but the other teammates were not pulled in. They were just "copied" as shadows, which also indirectly shows that this is aimed at me.
The first "baptism" failed, so you drag me in to be "baptized" again?
What good would this do for An Xiaowei? Or rather, what good would it do for the Apocalypse Sect?
As I was walking towards the room, lost in thought, I bumped into someone.
I raised my head and was about to walk away, but I saw a pair of familiar eyes.
An Xiaowei!
At this time, she was wearing the clothes of a clergyman and looked at me in surprise: "Ji Ling? Why are you here?"
Her expression was one of worry and concern, but hidden in her eyes was scrutiny.
Okay, okay, I was just worried about where to look for it, and you just came to my door.
It doesn't appear earlier or later, but appears at the end of the "baptism". Most likely, it is impatient to verify the results of the "baptism".
I have to show off.
Suppose I have been successfully brainwashed and become a believer of the Apocalypse Sect. Then I must not only appear pious, but also be honest enough.
I suddenly had an idea. I frowned and pressed my solar plexus, saying, "I... I don't know. My head hurts."
"I remember I was in... a chemical plant, and then I came here through a secret door and corridor inside the chemical plant."
In order to make my acting more realistic, I even resisted the urge to check her expression and closed the eyes on my arms so that they would blend into my skin.
An Xiaowei is not someone who can be fooled so easily.
Then, I suddenly slapped my head and said, "Oh right! I remember I was going to investigate something!"
Since the Apocalypse Sect was able to pull me here through the mirror, it means that An Xiaowei also knows that I have joined the Abnormal Investigation Bureau. Instead of hiding it, it is better to tell the truth directly.
Just hide the key parts.
An Xiaowei looked at me but didn't speak immediately. After a few seconds, she smiled, patted my shoulder, and said softly, "I understand how you feel. Maybe you were infected before, so you can't distinguish between reality and illusion."
I continued to look at her with a wary yet trusting expression.
As if she thought I was bothered by what happened before, she took my arm as familiarly as before and said with a helpless smile:
"I was wrong for what happened before. I was just worried that you would find out that I'm different from normal people, so I wanted to let you stay. After all, you are my first good friend after the disaster."
I maintained a skeptical expression and said, "You didn't lie to me?"
"real!"
I sighed in compromise and gave her a reproachful look: "I'll trust you again."
An Xiaowei suddenly became cheerful and asked casually, "Come on, I'll take you to other parts of the church."
I immediately made a bitter face and shook my head: "I don't want to go. My mind is still foggy."
Then he looked at her seriously and continued, "You know what? When I was baptized just now, I seemed to hear an oracle."
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