This was a fully enclosed room of more than 20 square meters. Aside from the secret door he had just entered, there were no windows. Only a variety of table lamps emitted a soft yellow light, illuminating this small secret room.
There was a long row of tables along the walls and in the middle of the room. There were beautiful vases, ancient oil lamps, decorations of various shapes, and stacks of old books that were well-preserved, even though they were yellowed.
The walls were also hung with exquisite oil paintings. Posters and photos were pasted in the gaps. There were also many oil paintings that couldn't be hung and were placed against the wall on the ground. It seemed that this should be their contraband storage room.
John Peston walked along the wall casually, like a child who had discovered a new world. From time to time, he fiddled with the various things on the table. When he walked in front of a record player, he couldn't help but stop. He curiously picked up a vinyl record placed on it, only to see two lines of words in the blank space in the middle.
Symphony No. 9.
Ludwig van Beethoven.
John Peston put the record back, fumbled to put down the stylus, and started the record player.
The black record slowly rotated, but no sound came out.
John Peston didn't care about it anymore. He turned to look at something else. From the side of the table, he picked up a palm-sized transparent crystal ball. Inside the crystal ball was a beautiful iron tower. There were also many white snowflake-like things covering the bottom of the iron tower.
John Peston curiously rotated the crystal ball slowly. The layer of snowflakes below flowed with his movements.
When he rotated the crystal ball 180 degrees, all the snowflakes ran to the top of the tower. Then, he quickly turned the crystal ball back. The snowflakes above slowly drifted down, creating a beautiful scene of an iron tower in the snow.
John Peston, who hadn't seen snow since the war, couldn't help but be fascinated. He foolishly watched the snowflakes slowly drift down above the iron tower. It was as if the scene in the crystal ball had become real, and he himself was in the scene.
Just as John Peston was fascinated, a solemn and grand music suddenly sounded, instantly pulling him away from the beautiful scene in the crystal ball.
This music …
At first, John Peston only felt that this music brought a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere. But as he listened, it soon gradually strengthened and began to become majestic and powerful. It had an overwhelming momentum, full of great shock and tragic colors.
John Peston was completely attracted by the music. He stood there foolishly, his whole mind and soul thrown into this grand music.
In the oppressive and sad music, he seemed to see countless people struggling to survive under the rule of darkness. Then, the music began to become passionate and tragic. Finally, there were warriors who were unwilling to be oppressed......................................................
John Peston felt that his soul had been deeply touched. His mood rose and fell with the music. The sound that reached his soul made his body tremble slightly. His hand that was holding the crystal ball unconsciously let go. The crystal ball spun and fell, and snowflakes drifted around the iron tower.
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. The crystal ball fell to the ground and shattered. The liquid inside flowed all over the ground. John Peston didn't seem to feel it. He was still immersed in the music, unable to extricate himself.
This was a grand and magnificent ode full of philosophy and heroism. Through this work, the author expressed the will of mankind to seek freedom. He firmly believed that this struggle would end with mankind's victory. Mankind would obtain joy, unity, and fraternity.
Although he had never heard it before, he could clearly feel what the author wanted to express from the music. He was deeply moved.
He felt as if his spirit had been sublimated. Under the dim light, he seemed to see incomparable brightness and glory!
In this grand and passionate music, John Peston felt as if he was also in it. Two lines of hot tears flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably. Thinking of his wife who was captured by the Church and burned to death, John Peston completely lost control of his emotions. He knelt on the ground and covered his face with his hands, sobbing silently.
At this moment, a squeaking sound suddenly sounded. Then, a series of footsteps came from the secret door of the secret room, walking towards his position.
John Peston let go of his hands and saw a pair of black leather shoes stop in front of him. Looking up, he saw a familiar gray priest robe, a tall figure, and a stern face.
John Peston smiled bitterly.
"I didn't expect that both of us, husband and wife, would fall into your hands."
"Do it!"
The person who entered the secret room and saw his emotional breakdown was Chen Mo. After partnering with Chen Mo for so long, John Peston was very clear about his strength. Chen Mo had basically reached the level of a senior priest. Even if there was a slight gap between them, it wasn't something he could deal with in a short period of time.
Since Chen Mo had come here, it was obvious that he had already dealt with all the armed men and had begun searching for contraband. The soldiers of the clean-up team should have already entered. As long as the gunshots rang out, they would definitely be attracted. If it were any other time, John Peston naturally wouldn't be afraid of these soldiers. However, if these soldiers were to intervene while he was fighting with Chen Mo, they could pose a considerable threat to him.
Moreover, he, who was emotionally broken, wasn't in a fighting state at all. He wasn't a match for Chen Mo, who had just wiped out a group of armed men and had just finished warming up.
Knowing that resistance was futile, John Peston, who was immersed in grief, didn't have the heart to make a futile struggle. He simply relaxed, lowered his head and knelt on the ground, quietly waiting for Chen Mo to make his move.
Chen Mo lowered his head and glanced at the tear stains on John Peston's face. He didn't make a move, but instead turned and walked out.
"Come with me to a place tonight."
Chen Mo's voice sounded at the door. When John Peston looked up, he saw that Chen Mo had already walked out and closed the secret door of the secret room.
What was the meaning of this?
John Peston slowly stood up from the ground, confusion written all over his face.
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