Chapter 560 Breathing Sound

Countless candles were lit inside the church, like a pair of eyes, staring at the people who walked into the church.

Batty took the lead and pushed open the white door and stepped in.

Amos followed behind Batty, his face was ashen, like a frightened bird.

Jiang Qilan followed closely behind, his expression calm and composed.

The other five old members behind him walked into the church with solemn faces and lowered eyes.

Jiang Qilan looked up at the church:

It is a magnificent building!

The church is more than eight meters high, very magnificent, but it gives people a feeling of being squeezed.

There are candlesticks hanging on the top of the church that can accommodate dozens of candles. At this moment, all the candles are lit, making the church very bright.

The candlesticks are made of glittering gold and inlaid with valuable jewels.

There is a fine velvet handmade carpet under the feet, which is soft and quiet when stepped on.

The church is divided into two by two rows of seats.

There are many seats, and at a glance, it can accommodate nearly a hundred believers.

On both sides of the church, there are many white marble pillars that serve as support, and the pillars are decorated with gold-painted decorations.

Next to each pillar, a tall, polished armor is placed against the wall. There are eight large pillars on each side of the church, and a total of sixteen on both sides, which means sixteen sets of armor.

On the innermost side, there is a red hand-crocheted tapestry with exquisite gold thread sewn on it.

This church has a unique atmosphere that makes people feel depressed and heavy.

A group of eight people walked in silently along one wall.

Jiang Qilan looked around with some curiosity-

There are many exquisite oil paintings hanging on the wall, not the common Christian oil paintings, but the development history of the Masons, how the compass shape of the first generation of the emblem has evolved step by step into what it is today, as well as the Masons' level icons, and some oil paintings of the Masons' successful reversal of the world war situation.

Under the illumination of the candle from bottom to top, the expressions of the people in the oil painting looked extremely hideous.

On the other side of the wall, Jiang Qilan looked at the opposite wall, on which hung life-size photo frames.

The people in the photo frames were all half-length photos from the front.

—— They were photos of successive Masons!

Under each photo, their birth and death dates, as well as the specific date when they became Masons presidents, were marked.

There were ten in a row, and there were already three rows from top to bottom.

Most of the first row were oil paintings.

The photos below were taken by real cameras.

The photos went from blurry black and white to clear colors.

Jiang Qilan was very surprised and immediately squinted his eyes and looked at the last row, which was the third row.

The third row was not full, and the newest one was a photo of the current Masons president, "Andrew".

—— Masons' information was strictly confidential.

The adult photo of Andrew Miller, the president of the Masons, could not be found no matter how hard Jiang Qilan and the advance team tried.

They only found six photos of Andrew in his infancy, childhood, and adolescence, and none of them were clear.

Jiang Qilan saw the person in the frame clearly:

It was a man with sinister eyes and a pale face.

His lips were very red, his nose was high, his beard was sparse, and his Adam's apple was not very obvious -

At this glance, Jiang Qilan confirmed his previous guess -

The current president of the Masonic Order, Andrew, was not the real Andrew, but his twin girl, Angel.

Angel had undergone sex change and replaced him!

Jiang Qilan only took a glance, then looked away and followed the others in.

At this time, someone's cufflinks accidentally touched the back of the seat, making a "ding" sound.

Amos trembled violently like a frightened bird.

Then, he stared with red eyes, full of fear and quickly patrolled the church, but after a few seconds, he retracted his sight.

——This man who was once like a lion, now looks like an ordinary old man who is old and weak. Long-term use of tranquilizers, sleeping pills, and great mental pressure have completely destroyed his health.

He could hear Amos's breathing in front of him, which was tight and slow, very abnormal.

Jiang Qilan listened to Amos's breathing, and suddenly, his heart beat heavily.

Jiang Qilan held his breath so that he could hear more clearly. He turned his face slightly:

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... eight."

He was counting the number of breaths.

There were eight people in their group, and there were eight breaths.

However, Jiang Qilan just held his breath completely.

So, there should be only seven breaths!

Whose extra breath belonged to?

Jiang Qilan abandoned all distractions and carefully distinguished, excluding the crows outside, the sound of flapping wings, the sound of wind, the rustling of leaves, and the footsteps of people-

The remaining breath came from a certain armor on a pillar in front.

Someone was hiding in the armor, spying on them.