The man did not go to the bed, but simply stopped at the door and nodded to Jenkins: "Follow me."
He said.
Jenkins immediately got out of bed, put on his shoes and followed him with his head down and an uneasy feeling.
The two of them walked through the corridor in the backyard of the church, greeting many acquaintances, and finally came to a three-story building that Jenkins had never been in before.
The building was just as unremarkable as he remembered, and the original owner never seemed to have noticed it.
The middle-aged man, who still did not speak, led Jenkins into the building.
A young man was sitting by the door drinking tea.
"Captain Binsi, good morning, um, is this the new guy?"
He stood up and greeted him enthusiastically, but the middle-aged man did not stop, just nodded and led Jenkins into the corridor next to him.
Jenkins could hear the shouting behind him: "Hey, can we adjust the duty schedule with the new guy? I am tired of guarding the gate here!"
"It's a very busy atmosphere."
Jenkins thought to himself. The two walked down the corridor. The walls of the corridor were very peeling, but fortunately there were no spiders hanging down. Finally, they stopped in front of a door labeled [034]. The middle-aged man took out a bunch of keys with iron rings, stared at them for a moment, selected one and pulled Jenkins into the door.
Inside it appeared to be a study, clean and tidy but not very popular, and it was very dark because there were no windows.
As a little light filtered through the crack in the door, Jenkins noticed the man in the center pulling a book from the shelf. From somewhere there was a soft sound of gears turning and the floor automatically contracted to reveal a corridor leading downwards.
"Very traditional, is not it?"
The man's muffled voice rang out, and it took Jenkins two or three seconds to realize he was talking to him.
"Oh yes, sir, just like in those legendary stories." "Although it's traditional, it's necessary."
Said the man with his back to Jenkins, then he walked down the head of the stairs, followed by Jenkins.
There were small holes in the stone walls on either side of the hallway. As Jenkins heard the floor close behind him, he saw the candles in the small holes light up automatically.
"For reasons of security and secrecy, there are no steam pipes here
Explained the middle-aged man.
Jenkins nodded in understanding. That made sense. This kind of place, which was obviously a secret base, won't be able to recruit a large number of workers to do the construction..
The stairs down were not long. It took about two spirals to reach the bottom.
The stairs led to another very wide corridor or tunnel underground. The floor and ceiling were made of solid, large stones. There was only one wall on one side of the tunnel and a series of rooms on the other side.
The tunnel stretched very far, and the light underground was not very good, so Jenkins could not see the end of the tunnel.
The middle-aged man and Jenkins opened the first room next to the stairs and entered it together.
The door closed automatically behind him, and a row of oil lamps mounted on the wall of the room immediately lit up, illuminating the only three objects in the room:
Two folding chairs and a wooden table. The middle-aged man directed Jenkins to sit in the chair opposite the door, and he sat down opposite him.
"If the slogan on the back reads [leniency for confession, severity for resistance], then this place really is a police station. Has the legal assembly been uncovered?"
He lamented in his heart, but sat down obediently anyway.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Stephen Binsey. You may call me Mr. Binsey directly."
"Hello, Mr. Binsey. I am Jenkins Williamette. I am only 20 years old and I live in the Sabine District of Nolan City..."
"Okay, that's enough."
Binsey interrupted Jenkins, who was pleased with his excellent performance. He felt he had just interpreted the image of an excited, overwhelmed, nervous and slightly frightened young man very well. These are Jenkins' usual performances in memory.
"I am going to ask you to answer."
"What you plant is what you want. This question is not difficult for me..."
Jenkins sang in his heart, but in reality he nodded hurriedly. "What's your name?"
"Did not I tell you that?"
He asked himself in his heart, but suddenly his ears perked up. Could this be the legendary difficulty - a lie detector test?
He pretended to fix his hair and tapped his temples to get the feeling of opening the [Eye of Truth]. The process went completely smoothly. Jenkins immediately saw nine colored dots of light in front of the man sitting across from him, and three groups of dots of light appeared on the wall to his left.
"One-way mirror? Is someone behind this?"
He understood immediately, but this was obviously not what he had been looking for.
Jenkins pretended to chuckle to stall for time and finally saw the golden glow at the position of Bin Xi's drooping left hand.
"A supernatural object that resembles a lie detector - did the authors of the novels really travel back in time before time travel, how could they know everything?"
He smiled and replied, "My name is Jenkins."
"Have you had any dealings with supernatural phenomena before last night?"
The expressionless man asked again.
"That question can not knock my socks off!"
He recited the sentence again in his mind. "I swear, I came face to face with the supernatural for the first time last night, Goddess, it was so incredible!"
Yes, the time travel was last night too, so last night was the first time.
"Very good, last question, What is your faith?"
In Jenkins' vision, the golden orb was particularly bright at this point.
He chased away the smile on his face, changed to seriousness, and then remembered everything that belonged to Jenkins in his heart. He had no idea what the principle of the "lie detector" he had just performed was, so he was completely unable to deal with it. Jenkins suddenly wanted to make the Goddess [Inheritance Sage]his lifelong belief, but was surprised that it was so difficult to deceive himself.
If given a little time to get used to this world and his new identity, Jenkins was confident that he would embrace a true God as his faith, even if he was perhaps only a superficial believer.
But it would not be so easy to convince himself in a hurry.
"I have to take a risk again."
He told himself helplessly in his heart and tried to keep his expression unchanged.
"I believe in knowledge, respect teachers and know that books are the greatest creation of mankind and are also necessary for human heritage. I believe that scholars and teachers of noble character are the greatest group of people. I believe in great beings for whom knowledge and heritage are paramount."