Chapter 333

This is a totally closed room with an area of more than 20 square meters. Apart from the dark door just entered, there are no windows. Only a variety of desk lamps give off a faint yellow and soft light, illuminating this small secret room.

The surrounding walls and a long row of tables in the middle are filled with all kinds of things, beautiful vases, ancient oil lamps, decorations of different shapes, and stacks of old and yellow but well preserved books.

The wall is also covered with a beautiful oil painting, and many posters and photos are pasted in the space. There are also many paintings that can't be hung, which are placed on the ground against the wall. It seems that this is their prohibited goods storage room.

John Peston walked along the wall casually, like a child who had found the new world, fiddling with all kinds of things on the table from time to time. When he came to a record machine, he could not help but stop, curiously picked up a black rubber record on it, and saw two lines of words written in the blank part in the middle.

Symphony No. 9.

Ludwig van Beethoven.

John Peston put the record back, fumbled for the stylus and started the record player.

The black record slowly turned, but no sound came out.

John Peston did not care about it any more, but turned to look at something else. He picked up a crystal ball from the table on one side. Inside the crystal ball, there was a beautiful tower, and many white things like snowflakes covered the bottom of the tower.

John Peston slowly rotated the crystal ball curiously, and the snowflake below flowed with his action.

When he rotated 180 degrees, all the snowflakes ran to the top of the tower. Then he quickly turned the crystal ball back, and the snowflakes on the top fell slowly, creating a beautiful picture of the tower in the snow.

John Peston, who had never seen snow since the war, couldn't help being fascinated. He watched the snowflakes falling slowly over the tower, as if the scene in the crystal ball had become real, and he himself was in the scene.

Just as John Peston was fascinated by it, a solemn and grand music suddenly sounded, which made him suddenly withdraw from the beautiful scene of crystal ball.

This music

At first, John Peston only felt that the music brought a depressed atmosphere, but as soon as he listened, he gradually strengthened, and began to become dignified and powerful, with an overwhelming momentum, full of huge shock and tragic color.

John Peston was totally attracted by music, standing in the same place, and all his mind was involved in the grand music.

In the depressing and sad music, he seems to see countless people living under the dark rule, conservative oppression; then, the music began to become excited and solemn, finally, some brave men were unwilling to oppress and revolt, leading the people to fight bravely for freedom and equality, great and solemn; finally, they broke the shroud The deep and incomparable darkness of the world ushered in the light!

John Peston felt that his heart was deeply touched, and his mood fluctuated with the music. The sound to the soul made his body tremble slightly. The hand holding the crystal ball unconsciously sent it away. The crystal ball whirled and fell, and the snowflakes flew around the tower.

"Touch!"

The crystal ball fell to the ground, broke, and the liquid in it flowed all over the ground, while John Peston was still immersed in the music, unable to extricate himself.

This is a magnificent ode full of philosophy and heroism. Through this work, the author expresses the struggle will of human beings to seek freedom, and firmly believes that the struggle will end with the victory of human beings, and human beings will get joy, solidarity and love.

Although he had never heard of it before, he could clearly feel what the author wanted to express from the music and was deeply touched by it.

He felt that his whole spirit seemed to have been sublimated. Under the dim light, he seemed to see the incomparable light and brilliance!

In this exciting and magnificent music, John Peston only felt that he seemed to be in it. Two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks. He read that his wife, who had been captured by the church and burned to death, was completely out of control. He knelt on the ground, covered his face with his hands and wept.

At this time, a "squeak" of friction suddenly sounded, followed by a sound of footsteps from the secret door of the chamber, towards his position came.

When John Peston released his hands, he saw a pair of black leather shoes stop in front of him, and looked up, familiar with the gray priest's uniform, tall figure and cold face.

John Peston had a wry smile.

"I didn't expect both of us would fall into your hands."

"Do it!"

In the secret room, it was Chen Mo who saw his emotional breakdown. After such a long time with Chen Mo, it was clear to John Peston that his strength had basically reached the level of senior priest. Even if there was a slight gap with him, he could not solve it in a short time.Now that Chen Mo has come here, he has apparently solved all the armed elements and started to search for contraband. The soldiers of the suppression team should have come in. As long as the sound of the gunshot is heard, they will be attracted. In normal times, John Peston is not afraid of these soldiers, but when he is fighting with Chen Mo, these soldiers can intervene, but they can deal with him There is no small threat.

What's more, he is not in a fighting state at all. He is not the silent opponent who just killed a group of militants and just warmed up.

Knowing that it was useless to resist, John Peston, who was immersed in grief, was not in the mood to make a meaningless struggle any more. He simply relaxed and knelt down on the ground, waiting for Chen Mo to start.

Chen Mo looked down at the tears on John Peston's face. Instead of doing anything, he turned and walked out.

"Come with me tonight."

Chen Mo's voice sounded at the door. When John Peston looked up, he found that Chen Mo had gone out and the secret door of the secret room was closed by him.

What does that mean?

John Peston rose slowly from the ground, his face full of incomprehension.

Shouldn't he catch himself without hesitation like last time, or just shoot himself on the spot?