"Is this already moved?" Inside the multi-purpose vehicle parked on the side of the street, Long Yuehong looked at the apartment entrance illuminated by the streetlights and asked doubtfully.

It was already eight or nine in the evening. Several members of the "Old Task Force" had taken turns eating dinner, but Shi Misi still hadn't returned.

They were waiting outside the apartment, not at the door of Shi Misi's room. If all five of them were squatting there, they would definitely scare the residents coming and going.

Anyway, with Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian's current range of perception, they could monitor whether there was anyone in the corresponding room from the street below.

Hearing Long Yuehong's words, Shang Jianyao breathed a sigh of relief:

"Then it seems he hasn't moved."

Jiang Baimian glared at this guy:

"Go up and ask Shi Misi's neighbors. We can't just wait here foolishly."

Bai Chen and Long Yuehong were responsible for asking. In the team, they were relatively inconspicuous and wouldn't alarm the residents of the apartment.

Room 502.

The one who opened the door was a woman. After seeing clearly that the visitors were strangers, she slammed the door shut before Bai Chen could speak.

"Wouldn't she use the peephole to observe first?" Long Yuehong said with a slight grievance.

He was already prepared to ask.

Bai Chen looked at the peephole above the door lock:

"It should be broken."

After a dozen seconds, the door opened again.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged man.

He was wearing a short-sleeved black t-shirt. Although the clothes were old, they had no signs of mending.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked doubtfully.

While Long Yuehong put on a smile, Bai Chen pointed to Room 503:

"We are Shi Misi's friends. We came to find him today, but he hasn't returned. Do you know where he went?"

"Him?" The middle-aged man recalled for a moment and said, "He's occasionally very late. You can wait a little longer."

"Okay." Bai Chen nodded. "Thank you."

During the process of descending the stairs, Long Yuehong asked in confusion:

"What exactly could make him occasionally so late?"

"Receiving his salary and enjoying himself; participating in the activities of the church; working as a temporary teacher, leading night school students..." Bai Chen listed various possibilities.

They quickly brought the information to Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Genawei. Everyone unanimously decided to wait until midnight.

The security in the Jin Maisui District was obviously better than that in the Qing Ganlan District, and the streets were cleaner, creating a quiet atmosphere in the deep night.

The pattering rain made the light from the streetlights on both sides hazy.

Close to 11 o'clock, a person came from the corner, holding a black umbrella in one hand and a kraft paper bag in the other.

He was thin, four or five centimeters shorter than Long Yuehong, wearing a linen shirt and loose khaki trousers. His eye sockets were sunken, his skin was more brownish, and his beard was cleanly shaven.

This was a person with no distinctive appearance, but he was a mixed-blood of the Red River people and the Red Bank people, which matched Feilintong's description of Shi Misi.

Seeing this person enter the apartment building, the four members of the "Old Task Force" immediately perked up.

Genawei also returned from power-saving mode.

After a minute or two, Shang Jianyao laughed:

"There's someone in the room now."

"But why didn't he turn on the lights?" Long Yuehong glanced at the window of Room 503.

The electric lights there were not turned on.

"To save electricity." Bai Chen gave his explanation.

"Then let's go upstairs to visit Shi Misi." Jiang Baimian didn't let Genawei stay behind. After all, the other party was involved in a religious organization, and no one knew if an accident would happen.

With Genawei, an intelligent robot, following, the "Old Task Force's" fault tolerance rate would be significantly improved.

Returning to the fifth floor of the apartment, Shang Jianyao volunteered to knock on the door.

They had already tried it before. The doorbell of Room 503 was either broken or no longer had batteries installed.

The banging sound repeated three times, but there was no movement behind the door.

"His bioelectrical signal is still there, but it's stopped in its original position, not moving." Jiang Baimian said with a frown.

Shang Jianyao nodded:

"His consciousness too."

"He shouldn't have fallen asleep so quickly..." Long Yuehong was suddenly frightened by his own guess, "Could something have happened?"

Although he felt that it was mostly a coincidence, the "Old Task Force" had encountered quite a few coincidences over the years.

Shang Jianyao knocked on the door again, but there was still no movement inside.

Jiang Baimian pondered slightly and gave Bai Chen a look.

Bai Chen took out a piece of iron wire he was carrying and inserted it into the lock, twisting it a few times.

The door opened silently.

The room was dark, with only the faint light from outside the window illuminating some of the outlines of the walls.

It was a moonless and starless night with rain.

"In the bedroom." Jiang Baimian said in a low voice.

It could be seen that there was a little faint yellow light spilling out from the crack in the bedroom door.

The four human members of the "Old Task Force" each drew their pistols and walked towards the room inside, bending their backs slightly.

During the march, they naturally adopted a combat formation.

Genawei followed at the end, walking on tiptoe, afraid of making unnecessary noise.

The bedroom door was not locked, but only slightly ajar.

After glancing at Jiang Baimian and the others, who were already in position, Shang Jianyao reached out and pushed open the door.

The situation inside quickly came into their view:

A wooden bed was placed against the window with the curtains drawn. In front of its side was a table with a large rectangular mirror standing on it.

At this time, in the dark room, the only light source came from two white candles in front of the mirror.

They gently swayed their yellowish flames, reflecting their own figures in the mirror.

Sitting at the table, looking at the mirror and the candles, was the man in the linen shirt.

He was wearing full-coverage headphones, a kraft paper bag was leaning against his feet, and he was holding a red apple in his hand, slowly peeling the skin.

In the late night, close to midnight, in a room with no one else, a man was sitting in front of the mirror, facing the candles, peeling an apple.

This scene caused Long Yuehong to uncontrollably feel a sense of horror.

He felt something strange.

Sensing the wind blowing in, the man turned his head and looked towards the door.

"Who are you?" he jumped up, gesticulating with the fruit knife in his hand.

Obviously, he was badly frightened.

This instantly dissipated the eerie atmosphere in the room.

"We are Feilintong's friends, here to find you." Jiang Baimian said with a smile, introducing herself.

The man asked blankly:

"Huh, what did you say?"

"..." Jiang Baimian had a feeling of facing herself for a moment.

The next second, the man remembered to take off the headphones on his head.

Seeing this, Jiang Baimian repeated what she had just said, adding at the end:

"You are Shi Misi, right?"

"Yes." Shi Misi breathed a sigh of relief. "How can you just enter someone else's home?"

"We saw you come back, and no one answered when we knocked on the door. We thought you had a sudden illness." Jiang Baimian said sincerely, "I'm sorry, we used some means to open the door."

Shi Misi thought for a while, felt that the other party was indeed well-intentioned, so he exhaled and said:

"Don't do this again in the future. Maybe I just have constipation, right?"

"That makes sense." Shang Jianyao accepted this explanation.

Shi Misi put down the fruit knife, his right palm quietly pressed on the "Red River" pistol on his waist, and then asked:

"Where's Feilintong? Hasn't he returned yet?"

"He passed away, died under the influence of that white wolf." Jiang Baimian said something that was both true and false.

Shi Misi was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and said:

"I said that matter was not simple, and told him not to go."

After lamenting about Feilintong, Shi Misi pointed to the living room outside:

"Let's talk outside."

Having these few people blocking the bedroom door made him feel uncomfortable.

The fluorescent light in the living room was quickly turned on. Shi Misi found a position convenient for escape and sat down, asking:

"What exactly do you want from me?"

Jiang Baimian smiled:

"We came from the south and had a conflict with a group of 'Shenlong Cult' people. Their illusions are very powerful, and we have suffered a lot. I heard that your church is also good at this, and I want to ask you how to deal with them."

Jiang Baimian said these words without changing her expression.

Shi Misi's expression changed a few times:

"Those heretics..."

"Ah?" It was Long Yuehong who exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Baimian then asked:

"Do you also worship the Ruling God 'Shattered Mirror'?"

Shi Misi nodded lightly, raised his hands, placed them in front of his face, as if looking in a mirror.

"The dream will eventually wake up, and the new world is on the other side of the mirror." the church member said in a low voice.

Long Yuehong expressed his confusion:

"But Feilintong said that you don't worship any Ruling God, you only believe in the mirror."

Shi Misi was stunned for two seconds:

"I didn't say that. I only said that we believe in the mirror, and the mirror is the Ruling God, is 'Shattered Mirror'.

"Well, it seems he misunderstood, no wonder he refused to join us."

Speaking of this, Shi Misi exhaled, and said with a solemn expression:

"Those heretics actually ignored the sacred mirror, and thought the Ruling God was a giant dragon. I don't know where they got that from!"

"Oh." Shang Jianyao looked like he suddenly understood, "What is your Holy Communion?"

Shi Misi pointed to the bedroom:

"It's the apple.

"In a room without others, plugging your ears, lighting candles, and facing the mirror, peeling off the skin, is the pre-ceremony for enjoying the Holy Communion. If the skin doesn't break during the peeling process, you will be blessed by the Ruling God for the next period of time."

Don't you think this ceremony is scary? Long Yuehong muttered immediately.

"Oh." Shang Jianyao didn't ask any more questions.

Jiang Baimian smiled:

"Good luck.

"Um, what is your church called?"

"Mirror Church." Shi Misi said with pride, "We don't develop believers casually. Only after many years of observation, believing that they are suitable, will we extend an invitation."

Speaking of this, he showed an embarrassed expression:

"I don't have much research on illusions. I focus more on the understanding of doctrine, so I may not be able to help you."

To put the fact that you're not an Awakened in such a fresh and refined way... Long Yuehong's mind went around twice before he understood Shi Misi's true meaning.

Shi Misi paused and then said:

"I only know to target weaknesses.

"I can also help you contact a clergyman, but he may not want to see you."