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Chapter 122 Night Detective
night.

Strange's palms were a little sweaty. As a top student, the most exciting activity for him was car racing, but he had never done anything like this before.

They had to go out late at night and secretly investigate a church that might be heavily guarded.

"Strange, are you scared? If so, we won't investigate. Just forget about the statue."

Christine's tone was slightly teasing, causing Strange's shame to explode instantly.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a statue. West and Morales didn't come. We can just go back.

When they ask, we will just say we found nothing.”

Christian's words were gentle, but the shame and unwillingness that were aroused in his heart intertwined together, causing him to shake his head violently.

"No, Christine, we can't just give up like this. Although I've never experienced such an adventure before, this time is different. That statue...it gives me an inexplicable feeling, as if there is some important information waiting for us to uncover."

Christine looked at Strange's determined eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and a gleam of approval flashed in her eyes.

"I knew you wouldn't give up so easily. Well, let's continue. However, we have to be more careful. The church may be more heavily guarded than we thought."

As she spoke, she took out some simple tools and flashlights from her backpack and distributed them to Strange.

"These may come in handy. We need to try to avoid the guards' sight and approach the church quietly."

There were no idle people wandering around the streets of Gro Town at night, which made it convenient for the two men to move around.

The two men tiptoed along the edge of the street, using the night and the shadows of the buildings as cover, and gradually approached the solemn and mysterious church.

As the distance shortened, their heartbeats involuntarily quickened, and the air was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.

"Damn, is this a military base? Why are there so many people patrolling at this late hour?"

Strange lowered his voice, his eyes revealing a hint of surprise and worry.

Hearing this, Christine also frowned and quickly scanned the surrounding situation, confirming every detail that might expose them.

"It seems that this church is much more complicated than we expected, but now that we are here, there is no turning back."

She whispered, her tone full of unquestionable determination.

Strange looked at Christine strangely. Why did he feel that she was more anxious than him?
“We have to change our strategy.”

Christine continued.

"Approaching directly is obviously impossible. We need to find a more hidden entrance or use other methods to distract the guards."

She pulled Strange along, and the two quickly retreated to a more secluded alley and began to discuss countermeasures.

Christine took out a prepared map of Gro Town from her backpack and carefully studied the terrain around the church with the help of the dim flashlight.

"Look here, there is an abandoned garden behind the church, and the wall seems a bit dilapidated. Maybe we can find a breakthrough from there."

She pointed to a corner on the map.

Strange nodded in agreement, and the two immediately adjusted their direction and went around to the back of the church. As Christine said, there was a weed-covered, almost forgotten garden, with a few loose bricks and stones remaining at the corner of the wall.

"We have to hurry. If we are discovered by the guards, it will be bad."

Christine urged softly, and the two of them worked together to move a larger brick and stone, barely squeezing out a gap that they could pass through.

They carefully passed through the gap and entered the abandoned garden.

The garden was completely silent, broken only by the occasional sound of the night wind and the patrolling voices of the guards in the distance. The two men walked along the edge of the garden, trying to avoid the grass where footprints might be left, and approached the church quietly.

Finally, they arrived at the back wall of the church.

Christine took out a rope from her backpack, secured it to a sturdy tree, and motioned for Strange to follow.

They used ropes to climb up the back wall of the church and found a relatively hidden window.

Christine gently pushed open the window, leaned in to observe, and after confirming it was safe, she signaled Strange to come in.

"careful!"

Christine suddenly pulled Strange, who had just crawled in, aside, and the latter immediately understood and obediently hid himself.

There was a flash of light, and several figures holding flashlights passed by their side. Fortunately, the flashlights were not directed towards them.

"Damn it, is this really a military camp? How can this, this, this, how is this possible?"

Strange, who had just cursed, was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and looked again to make sure he was not mistaken.

When the light of the flashlight in the figures unconsciously shone on them, Strange clearly saw that the priests wearing strange priest costumes had an appearance different from that of humans.

Strange's eyes widened, almost unable to believe what he saw, those priests actually had the features of fish, scales covering their bodies, and shining with a strange luster under the weak flashlight.

Their eyes were big and round, flashing a cold light.

"Christine...how...how is this possible?"

Strange's voice was trembling, almost out of control.

Christine was also shocked, but she quickly regained her composure, gently patted Strange's shoulder to comfort him, and said in a low voice: "Calm down, Strange. We may have discovered a huge secret.

These priests... they may be members of some ancient ritual or secret society, and this church is probably where they perform some ritual or hide their secrets."

"But...but why are they in the form of fishmen?"

Strange still finds it hard to accept this fact.

"I don't know, but we have to keep investigating."

Christine's eyes became firm.

"Perhaps, that statue is the key to unlock all this. Now, we have to be more careful and not let these priests find us."

Strange nodded. He didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be if he was discovered by this group of fishmen.

The two held their breath, waiting for the sounds of the patrolling priests to fade away, and only continued their actions after confirming it was safe.

They walked along the corridors inside the church, trying to avoid areas where there might be patrols, and explored forward carefully.

"Hmm, what's this sticky stuff on the ground?"

Strange felt something strange on the soles of his feet, as if something was sticking to them. He bent down and touched it, and immediately felt a hand full of mucus.

The sticky liquid glowed faintly in the dark.

Strange didn't know what was going on, but he knew he was in big trouble.

(End of this chapter)