"That's right, it's here!"
On a street near the Yorkshire Cathedral, a young man dragging a suitcase stood in front of an old house with mottled walls. He took out a note from his pocket and looked at the house number.
The young man put the note in his pocket and pressed the doorbell.""Ding dong-ding dong-"
"What the hell!"
Richard Faber put on his pajamas and came to the door. He looked at the gray sky outside through the window. It was still early. He opened the door with sleepy eyes."Who are you? What's the matter?" Richard yawned and asked vaguely.
"Sir, may I ask if Richard Forbaer lives here? He was the expert who had been repairing the clock of Yorkshire Cathedral for generations!”The young man asked politely.
Richard looked at the uninvited guest and replied unhappily,""Yes, sir! May I know what you want?"
This young man seemed to be Asian. He had black hair, yellow skin, thick and black eyebrows, single eyelids, small eyes, and a smile on his face.
The young man smiled, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth."Mr. Foba, my name is Duanmu Lei, and I'm from China. I'm looking for you this time to ask for your help in maintaining a big bell! I've asked around. In the whole of England, only your craftsmanship is the best! Because it was urgent, I rushed over as soon as I got off the plane. Please forgive me for disturbing your life!”
"Oh!"
Richard responded. This young man named Duanmu Lei was very pleasant to the ears, and he could not help but have a good impression of him. So he took off the chain of the door and said,"Since you're a guest from afar, please come in and have a cup of coffee! As for work, we'll talk about it later!”As he spoke, he let Duanmu Lei into the room.
Duanmu Lei thanked him and followed Richard into the room. This Richard was really a dedicated repairman. The walls were covered with pictures of all kinds of big clocks. The floor was filled with parts of all sizes, materials, and colors. There was even a gear on the dining table.
Richard said to Duanmu Lei while making coffee,""Mr. Ley, please take a seat. The coffee will be ready soon!”
"Alright, thank you for your hospitality!"
Duanmu Lei did not sit down. He walked around the living room and quietly came behind Richard. He moved his right hand, and a shiny black steel needle appeared between his index finger and thumb. He raised his hand and stabbed the steel needle into old Richard's forehead.
Old Richard suddenly turned around with a look of disbelief on his face. He stared at Duanmu Lei with his big eyes, opened his mouth, and let out a few " Gu Gu " sounds from his throat. He then fell to the ground dejectedly.
Duanmu Lei bent down and took out the steel needle from the dead Richard's head. He wiped it on his collar and moved his finger, causing the steel needle to disappear.
He dragged Richard's body into the bedroom and stuffed it into the closet. Then, he came to the door of another bedroom and leaned over the door, listening carefully. A moment later, he flipped his palm again. This time, two needles appeared. He knocked on the door and mimicked Richard's voice.""Kun Li, wake up!"
An impatient voice came from the room.""I know! Let me sleep a little longer!"
Duanmu Lei didn't say anything. He knocked on the door again.
"I know! Get up immediately! Seriously, waking him up so early, wasn't this torture? "I'll move out in two days so that I won't be tortured by you…" The sound of someone getting out of bed could be heard in the room, along with constant grumbling.
"Fortunately, I'm not your father. Otherwise, I would definitely be angered to death by you!”Duanmu Lei rolled his eyes and said in his heart. He slammed the door hard and imitated Richard's voice again.""Brat, hurry up!" With that, he turned around and stood against the wall.
"Alright, alright, I'll be out soon! Dad, is breakfast ready? I promised Roger yesterday that I would accompany him to climb the mountain today!”The sound got closer and closer. With a squeak, the door opened. A head popped out and said,""Dad, hurry up!"
Duanmu Lei had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the furry head, his right hand pecked at it like a woodpecker. The head fell to the ground with a "wu" sound. The bright light from his bedroom shone on the two steel needles on his head.
Duanmu Lei moved Kun Li's body into the living room and looked around. He didn't find any flaws. Then, he picked up Kun Li with one hand and dragged his box with the other to the bathroom.
He placed Kun Li's corpse aside and opened the box. He took out a pile of bottles and jars and placed them on the sink. He took out a small cup and poured some black powder into another jar. He mixed it with water to make a paste and then smeared a thick layer of the paste on Kunli's face.
Then, he took out another cup and poured some white powder from a jar. He picked up a bottle and poured some light green liquid into it, stirring it gently. A moment later, the white powder seemed to boil. Its volume grew larger and larger. In the end, it turned into something like ice cream and overflowed from the cup.
He gently inserted his fingers into the cup of white stuff, pinched a little bit, and nodded in satisfaction. Then, he walked to Kun Li's side and gently pinched the black paste on his face. With a gentle pull, he removed the solidified black paste.
Duanmu Lei faced the mirror and applied a thick layer of ice-cream-like ointment on his face. Then, he picked up the black hard shell that had just been removed from Kun De's face and pressed it tightly on his face!
After about ten minutes, he fumbled for a knife from the box and gently pried it on his face. The black hard shell with a white edge that looked like ice cream was peeled off. He then used the knife to slowly slit his eyes. He looked at the face in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. This face was the face of the dead Kun Li!
He then took out a small cup and poured in a few types of powder. He picked up various bottles and continuously poured in liquids of various colors. He stirred them and continuously smeared them on Kun Li's face and body as if he was mixing colors. Finally, the color of the liquid in the cup was exactly the same as Kun Li's face. He picked up a leather handkerchief, dipped it in the liquid in the cup, and slowly smeared it on his face.
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"Zi-ah-"
With a loud screech, a small truck stopped next to the back door of the Yorkshire Cathedral. Before the car stopped, a young man with blue eyes, a high nose, thick eyebrows, and freckles on his cheeks opened the door and jumped out. He took out a toolbox from the car and jogged into the church from the back door.
Looking at this young face, wasn't it the dead Kun Li? You didn't see wrongly. The person who appeared here at this moment is Duanmu Lei, who is disguised as Kun Li.
Duanmu Lei had just run to the courtyard of the church when he was stopped by the fat errand boy, Bevington."Kun Li, what's wrong with you? It's been three days and you're still not done…Damn it! Today, the bell was five minutes late, and I was scolded!”
He hurriedly stopped in his tracks and came to Bevington with a smile. He said ingratiatingly,"My dear Mr. Bevington, which blind person made you angry again? If you tell me, I'll help you fix him. I guarantee that he'll regret why his mother gave him an asshole!”
Bevington's anger didn't lessen at all because of Kunli's flattery. He said angrily,"Kun Li, is your father back yet? When are you coming back? Just now, Pastor Aubert said that Madam Shi, Marquis Simps and his wife would come to pray tonight. If you can't fix it today, you can only come to the church when your son is baptized! Also, Mr. Albert said that if you can't fix it, then the maintenance work of the church bell tower will be handed over to Babus!”
Duanmu Lei rolled his eyes and said flatteringly,"Oh! Dear Mr. Bevington, you're too kind! It must be you who put in a good word for me in front of Priest Aubert. Praise the Lord, praise the merciful you! Thank you so much! Otherwise, my father will definitely break my legs when he comes back!”
"Hehe, God is merciful. I'm God's servant. It's my duty to serve my believers! Oh…by the way, dear Mr. Quinley, you must finish your work today. Also, don't forget your promise to me just now…"
After bidding farewell to Bevington, Duanmu Lei walked towards the bell tower. As he walked up the spiral staircase, the sunlight shone on his body through the huge glass curtain wall. He felt extremely peaceful as he listened to the singing of the children in the Choir.
Arriving at the top of the bell tower, he moved some wood and stones to block the wooden door. Then, he swiftly opened the toolbox and took out the hammer and other tools inside. He carefully opened the bottom of the box, revealing the mezzanines inside.
He quickly took out a few cameras from the mezzanines, walked to the wall of the bell tower, and installed the cameras in the cracks of the wall facing east. Then, he took out his phone and pressed a few buttons. The screen showed the image captured by the camera. It was a manor east of York Cathedral! He looked at his phone and carefully adjusted the direction of the camera. Then, he put his phone in his pocket and moved away the stones and wood blocking the door. He picked up the hammer and walked towards the big clock.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was already noon. Duanmu Lei sat in the shade of the bell tower, drinking water while carefully observing the situation in the manor with his mobile phone.
"Squeak-Ah-"
The wooden door was suddenly pushed open!
Like a frightened rabbit, he stuffed his cell phone into his pocket and jumped up to the pillar of the bell tower. He exerted force with one arm, and his body swayed as he landed on the beam silently. With a flip of his palm, he caught a few iron nails between his fingers.
"Quenley-Quenley-where the hell is that bastard now? No wonder he couldn't fix it. How could he fix it if he was always lazy?!”
Duanmu Lei, who was on the beam, heard Bevington's familiar voice. He quietly turned over on the beam and lay lazily on his back, pretending to be asleep.
"Kunli-Kunli-"
"Who is it? Who is making so much noise? Which bastard disturbed my sleep…"
"Which bastard? It's me, that bastard Bevington!" When Bevington heard this, he was so angry that his face turned green. He stood under the beam and raised his head as he shouted angrily.
"Ah?"
Duanmu Lei pretended to be startled awake. He flipped over and sat up on the beam. Rubbing his eyes, he hurriedly climbed down from the tree.
"Respected and kind Mr. Bevington, why are you here? It's high and difficult to walk here. If there's anything, just call me.”Kun Li smiled obsequiously as he walked up to Bevington and said fawningly.
"Respected, kind?" Bevington was like a bloated balloon fish, waving his hands and shouting angrily,""My Lord! Is your servant too good-tempered? This bastard actually dared to call your servant a bastard? Bastard, let me tell you, you're fired! From now on, you won't have the chance to come to this sacred place again!”
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