The white man didn't know if it was a mute or something else. When he was fighting with He Xiaojianqiang, he didn't make any sound. He only heard He Xiaojianqiang occasionally making a few "hey" and "hey". When he saw the pattern on his hand, I couldn't help but use a flashlight to sing his face carefully, wanting to see what this guy is from. He actually had the same pattern on his hand like He Xiaojianqiang, and naturally he wanted to ask the real meaning of the pattern from him.

Because my flashlight shone on his face, the white man kept his eyes closed. At this time, in order to ask for confession, I naturally moved the flashlight away, kicked him with my feet, and said, "Hey, can you speak?"

The white man still closed his eyes and said nothing. I looked at him and thought that this guy wouldn't be ignorant of Chinese, right? I'm really not good at foreign languages. I can't say a few other words except polite words, but of course there is no need to be polite to such a guy. More importantly, I found that I didn't know how to confess at all. The TV was made of tiger bench chili water. Where can I prepare these things in this broken place? I looked at He Xiaojianqiang helplessly and signaled that it would be better for him to deal with this white man by himself.

He Xiaojianqiang snorted, and his hands touched the white man's shoulders a few times, and then he heard a few clicks. The white man's face showed a look of pain, and his eyes couldn't help but open, but his hands were soft. He Xiaojianqiang let go of his hands that had been holding him and said lightly: "I removed the joints of his shoulders. His hands could not be moved, so he would not remove his legs. He would have to let him walk by himself in a while."

I heard this, He Xiaojianqiang was preparing to let this white man go with us. He was thinking why he didn't ask the question clearly and threw him here, but suddenly the white man roared: "It's you, the demon! Damn it, it's you, the demon!" He spoke fluently in Chinese, with a straight and straight voice, and very standard.

I looked at He Xiaojianqiang instinctively, but found that he was also looking at me. I thought to myself, besides you are more in line with the image of a demon, are there anyone else here? He stomped on the ground and removed his joints as soon as he tried. For foreigners, a creature with extremely lack of swearing words, a demon is already the most vicious description.

Just as I was thinking about this, I found that the same meaning was revealed in He Xiaojianqiang's eyes. I opened my eyes wide and looked at him, making a puzzled expression. He Xiaojianqiang didn't say anything, and pointed at the white man on the ground with his hand. I looked to the ground in surprise. The white man was staring at me without turning his eyes, with anger and terrifying expression on his face.

I looked at him in surprise, then at He Xiaojianqiang, and made sure that I was not wrong just now. Then I couldn't help but touch my face and said, "What a hell, when did I become so annoying?"

The white man was still cursing, and He Xiaojian let go of the foot that was stepping on him. The white man tried hard to stand up, but because his shoulders were removed, he couldn't find a balance. He struggled for a long time before he could barely stand up, but began to retreat, far away from me, as if I was really a demon, but the expression in his eyes seemed to want to pounce on me and bit me to death.

I didn't know what the person was named, but when I opened my mouth, he shivered. I couldn't help but feel funny, so I lowered my voice and asked as calmly as possible: "What's your name? Why did you call me a demon? Did you recognize the wrong person?"

In my heart, I still think that this white man should have recognized the wrong person. The biggest possibility is that he met my evil clone. The word "demon" is most suitable for him. However, since Xiao Rui died, I have not had any news about this clone. At this time, I found that it is possible that the person in front of me had seen the clone. Naturally, I had to try my best to find him to ask some of the doubts in my heart. Now that He Xiaojianqiang is a super thug and the successor of Taoist skills, I have some confidence to see him, so I try to speak well to this white man.

But when it came to my question, the white man was too lazy to pay attention to me, but instead looked alert as if he had seen a ghost. I had no choice but to throw a look of helplessness at He Xiaojianqiang.

He Xiaojianqiang clapped his hands and walked towards the white man. The white man might be afraid of being beaten by him, so he couldn't help but retreat. He Xiaojianqiang cursed something in his mouth, then walked up and hugged the white man, rubbed and pressed his shoulders with both hands. He didn't know what method he used, but the white man screamed, but his hands were free to move.

I was stunned and thought that I was going to give me a gift first and then a soldier to send sugar-coated shells? But I was completely an amateur in the matter of forcing confession, so I could only watch He Xiaojianqiang perform alone. After He Xiaojianqiang reconnected the white man's joints, he hugged him and walked towards a corner. I thought that there was something that was so dark here that I had to go so far? But because I didn't know what He Xiaojianqiang had, it was difficult to speak.

He Xiaojianqiang hugged the white man and whispered to him. I could only vaguely hear some sound, but I couldn't hear what he said. At this time, the two stopped. I don't know what He Xiaojianqiang said to the white man. Then he saw that his body was obviously shocked. He looked at He Xiaojianqiang sideways, as if he was very shocked by what he said, but He Xiaojianqiang immediately hugged him again. I saw him shaking his right wrist, and now he finally understood what he was thinking. This guy turned out to be playing Infernal Affairs.

After a while, I didn't know what He Xiaojianqiang said to the white man. The two walked back slowly again. The white man looked at me much more normal. Although he was still a little alert, at least he didn't hide back when he saw me like before. I secretly gave He Xiaojianqiang a thumbs up and asked again: "Hello, what's your name?"

The white man hesitated for a moment, but after looking at He Xiaojianqiang, he finally told me that he said a very long name. I only heard a string of jirigulu, and I couldn't remember it at all. The white man probably knew his name and others couldn't remember it, so he added another sentence at the end: "I have a Chinese name called Zhang Zuo."

I thought to myself that you had said this name a long time ago, so I wouldn't be dizzy by your long list of names. Even though I was slandering, I still had to pretend to be smiling on my face and continue to ask: "Did you recognize the wrong person just now?"

Zhang Zuo seemed a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do. At this time, He Xiaojianqiang said: "He can't remember many things. Tell him well, maybe he will remember them."

Zhang Zuo seemed to have made a great decision and said, "I think I recognized the wrong person, and that person couldn't live that long."

I felt aroused and immediately asked, "Can you say it in detail?"

Zhang Zuo said: "I once read a painting of you in church books. That person looks very much like you. Of course, that's definitely not you, because no one can live that long, but you really look like him."

I thought to myself that this man was talking in a mess. He seemed to have said a lot, but he didn't say a word in real life, which aroused my greater interest. So I asked patiently: "What church? What classics? What portrait?"

Zhang Zuo hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "I am from the Vatican."

This sentence really shocked me. I immediately knew what church the church he was talking about was. I didn't expect that Zhang Zuo was so big. He was even more curious about why there was a painting that looked very similar to me in the church, so he asked carefully: "What?"

Zhang Zuo seemed reluctant to say these things, but he didn't know what soup he had poured into He Xiaojian. In addition, he had already spoken before, so he hesitated and did not insist and continued: "Many of us were sent to all over the world many years ago because it was said that a demon stole our holy objects. Before we set off, we all saw the portrait of the demon, which was almost exactly the same as you. Of course, the clothes he wore must be different. He was holding a strange thing in his hand, like a sword, but the upper end split and drooped from all sides, with a bead on it. I don't know what it was."

My heart moved. Others didn't know what it was, but I knew it. I had seen it on the mural in the underground stone chamber of Fengmen Village. The faceless man was holding such a thing in his hand. More importantly, the mask on his face completely matched my face. Could it be that there is really a connection between these three?

I secretly looked at He Xiaojianqiang and found that his face also moved. I couldn't help but touch the small bag around my waist. I knew there was such a thing in it, but I didn't know whether He Xiaojianqiang knew its origin.

Zhang Zuo no longer continued to talk about this topic. I was afraid that if I asked too much, he would reveal his flaws. He Xiaojianqiang knew that I had peeked at his bag that day. For some reason, He Xiaojianqiang actually resisted asking. Zhang Zuo continued: "In order to find the holy objects, we have been searching outside for hundreds of years. These people who are responsible for finding the holy objects call us "Holy Rose" in the church. So far, dozens of generations of "Holy Rose" have spent their time on finding the holy objects, but there has been no news yet.

About twenty years ago, one of ours, "Holy Rose", discovered clues of holy objects in China. Although we didn't know whether it was true or false, the church still allowed us to take action. Unfortunately, the person in charge of this matter disappeared. The last place she appeared was the small town outside, so I waited here for nearly twenty years. Until yesterday, I discovered the trace of the "Holy Rose", so I came overnight, but I found you."

He Xiaojianqiang and I looked at each other and saw the guess in our hearts from each other's eyes, but we still spoke carefully to Zhang to prove: "What's that person's name?"

Zhang Zuo said: "She is a very beautiful Chinese woman named Tan Lei."

This result was expected by He Xiaojianqiang and I. The question just now was just for affirmation, so I was not shocked when I heard the answer. After thinking about it, I asked again: "What is that holy object?"

There are so many things in the Vatican that can be called sacred objects. I don’t know which piece Zhang Zuo refers to. Zhang Zuo thought about it and said, “I don’t know either. I just heard Tan Lei say that it seems to be a piece of cloth.”

A piece of cloth? I frowned and thought about it, but I still couldn't figure out what it was. At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind. I opened my mouth wide and looked at He Xiaojianqiang blankly. He was also looking at me with the same expression, his face full of shock. I knew we all thought of one piece.

Just now, I remembered what Tan Lei said through Yuan Shushi, and combined with the analysis of my clones by the three of them at that time, we all thought of the true identity of this cloth at the same time.
Chapter completed!