Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

There is a problem with the foundling hall of Notre Dame, go there quickly!

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the content on the note without any expression on his face.

Although he knew there was something wrong with the Foundling Center through his memories of his previous life, it was too much of a coincidence that this note came from him.

In other words... a thought flashed through his mind. It was someone's intention. From the moment he sent the rescued children to the concession, someone had been guiding him to the Notre Dame Nursery.

"Who asked you to send this note?" he asked the receptionist.

The female receptionist said: "It's a lady, wearing a black coat, a top hat, and a black gauze scarf tied around her neck. The gauze scarf is a bit high, covering half of her face. She can't see her face clearly. She just says she is in urgent need." thing!"

"I understand, thank you!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

"Zhang, what happened?" Isaac asked after swallowing a mouthful of snacks and wiping his mouth with a tissue.

Zhang Zhiwei put the note on the table, and everyone saw the contents.

The atmosphere on the table became solemn.

"I'm going to find the person who handed the note right now!" Isaac's expression changed and he suddenly stood up and said.

He felt that it was his responsibility to send those children to the Foundling Hall of Notre Dame, so he was particularly concerned about it.

Previously, after taking people to the hospital in the concession, he contacted Gale, the director of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau, hoping that Gale would help these children find their own homes.

Gale agreed and proposed to be placed in the Notre Dame Cathedral first. After all, it takes time to investigate one by one. After all, people are asking for things, so they can't push too far and make too many demands. After checking the information of the Foundling Hall, Isaac agreed with him. The request was made, but as soon as the front foot was sent over, there was a problem with the back foot. Naturally, Isaac couldn't sit still.

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand: "It doesn't mean much. Since the other party dares to send the letter, it means they are not afraid that we will find it. It is probably found, so it doesn't mean anything!"

He pointed to the three words "nurturing hospital" on the note: "We are going to go anyway, so let's go over and have a look to see who is causing trouble!"

"Is there any conspiracy in this?" Lu Ren also felt that something was wrong.

"Is there still an ambush there?" Lu Jin said loudly.

"Even if there is, don't be afraid!" Lu Ci agreed, following Zhang Zhiwei all the way around, so he had nothing to be afraid of.

Zhang Zhiwei grinned and said nothing. Out of his confidence in his own strength, he was not afraid of any conspiracy.

"Then let's set off now!" Isaac glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the reception room. "This time happens to be when mass is being held at Notre Dame. We can use an excuse to enter and visit!"

After that, they finished the remaining snacks in twos and twos, got up and left from the Ministry of Industry Bureau, heading to Notre Dame Cathedral on the Xu family's side.

This is a pure white building that was built about sixty or seventy years ago. The original intention of the establishment was to recruit and train virgins. The virgins recruited were all from the countryside. Later, some young female believers were also recruited.

Those who are recruited will undergo three years of preparation, two years of initial study at the college, and one year of internship before they can be sworn in as nuns and be sent to serve in various parishes.

Although this Notre Dame Cathedral is just an affiliated department, it is not small in scale. It contains a church, more than ten buildings, primary school, middle school, tailor shop, hospital... In short, it has everything inside, just like a Like a small town.

It was time for mass in Notre Dame Cathedral, and outsiders were allowed to visit. Zhang Zhiwei and his party walked in and came to watch the ceremony in front of the church.

Under the colorful mosaic glass windows, a group of yellow-skinned girls wearing white skirts stood in the sunshine, singing the Lord's love to the accompaniment of the music of the piano.

"Glory to the Heavenly Father, the Most High, the Almighty, His love is boundless, and His grace flows like a river. All things are born of Him, everything is in His hands, the heavens and the earth, the mountains, the rivers and the trees, all sing the praises of His glory..."

Isaac explained to Zhang Zhiwei in a low voice: "This song is called "Glory to the Father," and it is a classic song often sung by the choir!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded without making any comments.

"Choir?" Lu Ci couldn't help but complain: "Tsk tsk tsk... pick some beautiful girls, set up a choir, and listen to songs every day. These clergy really know how to enjoy it. Even if they don't have good taste, they can sing all this." What is it?"

Lu Jin couldn't help but said: "Hedgehog, you are ignorant and incompetent. I suggest you speak less. This is called bel canto. Don't make a fool of yourself!"

Lu Ci retorted: "I didn't know it was called Bel Canto. I mean, it doesn't sound good!"

Isaac glanced at Lu Jin and Lu Ci, and he finally noticed that these two people were quarreling within three sentences, as if they were born to be incompatible.

But what was inconsistent was that when the two of them were exploring in the cellar and encountered a crisis, they showed an amazing tacit understanding. What a strange bond.

As the song filled the air, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the statue of the Virgin behind the virgins. The Virgin held the Son of God in her arms and stroked his cheek, looking very beautiful.

Near the end of the song, the church members all stood up and joined hands in singing together, their faces full of piety and happiness.

Isaac stepped forward and expressed his intention to the people from Notre Dame. After negotiating for a while, he walked over with an old nun.

The old nun's face was pockmarked, as if she had been hit by a shotgun blast. She was twirling a long string of rosary beads in her hand.

Isaac introduced: "This is Sister Charlotte, she is in charge of the Foundling Hall in Notre Dame!"

"Previously, the public concession patrol house sent a group of children to you. Where are they?" Zhang Zhiwei said straight to the point.

The old nun said: "According to the regulations of the infant care center, the family members of babies sent to the infant care center must sign and promise not to visit the child again, let alone take it back."

"Are we the children's parents?" Lu Ci asked Lu Jin.

"No!" Lu Jin said.

"Did you hear that? We are not the children's parents. We don't have to follow these rules. Take us there quickly!" Lu Ci said.

"What a mess!" The old nun glared at Lu Ci with a stern look. No one in the nursery could bear her stern look.

But Lu Ci was obviously not among them. He glared back unceremoniously, with such fierce eyes that the old nun did not dare to look at her, and she took the lead to look away.

Seeing this situation, Isaac quickly continued:

"These children are just for you to take care of for a period of time from the patrol room. They are not given to your nursery. We want to see them now!"

The old nun thought for a moment and suddenly realized:

"Oh, that's what happened. I forgot about it just now. I'll take you to see them right now!"

Afterwards, the group of people followed the nun and left the church, heading west.

After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, I saw a white courtyard.

The gate of the courtyard is in the style of an ancient archway. There is a bronze plaque over one foot wide and four to five feet long, with the words "Notre Dame Nursery" written on it.

"This place is huge!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"It is indeed not small. It covers an area of ​​nearly 6,000 square meters and has hundreds of rooms!" said the old nun.

"What are the acceptance standards of your infant care center?" Zhang Zhiwei asked again.

"Our nursery has a small nursery, a large nursery, a small class, and a large class. The small nursery takes in infants, the big nursery takes in children between two and three years old, the small class takes in orphans between three and twelve years old, and the big class takes in children over twelve years old. Orphan," said the old nun.

"How are those infants taken care of?" Zhang Zhiwei asked again.

The old nun, whose face was full of marks, showed a scary smile to Zhang Zhiwei:

"You seem to be very interested in our nursery?"

"I'm quite interested!" Zhang Zhiwei said: "Tell me about it?"

The old nun said: "The babies you mentioned are actually mostly girls. If they are boys, they will be entrusted to a nearby wet nurse to raise. They will be taken to the hospital for examination on the first day of every month, and they will receive wages and baby expenses..."

"Male and female babies are treated differently!" Zhang Zhiwei said: "The male babies are entrusted to the nearby wet nurse, but what about the female babies?"

"The baby girl..." The old nun smiled and pointed to the cowshed in the corner of the yard: "There is a milk shed in the nursery with more than a dozen cows. Those baby girls all drink milk!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked over and saw a dozen black and white cows through the gaps in the cowshed.

"You're so thoughtful!" Zhang Zhiwei said expressionlessly.

The old nun continued: "Not only the dairy barn, Notre Dame also raises pigs, chickens, ducks, rabbits, pigeons, and grows vegetables. It can be self-sufficient. When those children reach the age of going to school, they will also attend Notre Dame's church. In school, of course, you also have to do some housework, such as feeding babies, cleaning the yard, cooking and washing dishes, planting and watering..."

Zhang Zhiwei didn't say anything. In fact, these are not too much. After all, they can't be kept in vain. To be honest, all the arrangements in Notre Dame seem very reasonable and can allow Notre Dame to continue to operate. It may even be profitable, because Notre Dame There are embroidery rooms, tailoring rooms and other profit-making organizations in the courtyard.

When he came to the nursery, he looked around and noticed that there were medals of all sizes on the wall of the embroidery room, such as the grand prize at the 1990 World Expo, the Rome Exhibition, and even the praised by the Pope.

Added to this halo, the embroidery here has no worries about sales, and the embroidery room is also full of female workers.

But there must be a premise, that is, the clergy in Notre Dame act in accordance with the rules of the church. If these nuns do not cooperate, no matter how reasonable the rules are, it will be meaningless.

"By the way, why didn't we see any children playing in the hall along the way?" Isaac suddenly asked.

"They're in the play area, turn left just ahead!"

The old nun said, leading Zhang Zhiwei and his group to the play area.

The facilities here are quite complete, including bicycles, wooden horses, slides, seesaws, recreational balls, table tennis, volleyball and other toys.

There were only a few children playing inside, only a dozen or so, and there were not many toys. They were all sallow, thin, and listless. Occasionally, they glanced at Zhang Zhiwei and the others, and they moved away quickly, as if they had seen something terrifying.

"Where are the children sent from the patrol room?" Isaac sensed something was wrong.

The old nun said: "I saw that their spirits were not very good, so I didn't arrange for them to come here to play and let them rest."

"Take us there!" Isaac said.

"Then let's go!" The old nun smiled, hunched over and walked in front.

There are hundreds of rooms in the nursery, with more than a dozen small alleys intersecting like a maze.

What's strange is that the nursery, which adopts thousands of children every year, should be extremely busy, but is actually very quiet. Children are rarely seen. Occasionally, one is seen, who is also an older child. As soon as he sees them, he lowers his head and leaves. .

Lu Jin and Lu Ci wanted to chase after them and ask, but they were stopped by the old nun. She looked at her pocket watch and seemed to be in a hurry. She also said that she had something to do next and didn't have time to take them for detailed reference. If she didn't want to see those children, just Let's go back.

No one wanted to fall out before seeing the child, and finally they came to a small house.

The nun checked the time, hesitated, and opened the room.

In an instant, a strange and terrifying scene appeared in front of everyone.

I saw naked children lying inside, their bodies covered with talismans. There were men and women, all hugging their knees and curling up on the ground, as if they were sleeping. The children who were sent here before were among them.

Those talismans can't help but remind people of the talismans affixed to the surface of the jar.

Obviously, the two are inseparable.

"Raising brats? Notre Dame is still doing this?" Fire Cloud Evil God didn't feel too much, he chuckled.

Isaac was furious and looked at the old nun in disbelief.

"As a nun of Notre Dame...you...how dare you do such a thing?"

The old nun stood in the shadow under the eaves, her pitted face turned blue and dark, looking particularly terrifying.

Lu Ci couldn't get angry, so he grabbed the old nun by the neck, dragged her close, and slapped her twice, causing her teeth to fly everywhere and blood to splatter.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lu Ci shouted.

Now, even Lu Ci has noticed something is wrong. Shouldn't this kind of thing be hidden? Why bring them here and show them openly? This looks like inviting you to enter the urn.

"Ho ho ho..."

The old nun didn't beg for mercy, she just smiled in horror and looked towards the west with difficulty.

Everyone followed her gaze and saw a strong sense of oppression coming from far to near, followed by the sound of heavy metal footsteps.

Footsteps approached rapidly, and ferocious black figures came into view. They were carrying heavy cross swords, and their black cloaks were embroidered with cross patterns. The leader was an old man wearing a red robe.

What a poor performance. It looked like you were going to get on the bus first and then pay for the ticket, take me down, and then put a shit basin on me? Zhang Zhiwei reacted instantly. His face was expressionless and he clenched the Dongfeng sword in his hand.

"Oops, we seem to have fallen into a trap. If nothing else, the man in red robes is the bishop of Holy Trinity Church. As for the men in black robes behind him, they are the Cross Guards of the Holy See. They are all knights. Coming from the Holy See's Martial Academy, these people all have special abilities. They have gone on many expeditions to the East and were once one of the most formidable armies in the entire Western world!"

Isaac's heart skipped a beat, feeling that this matter had no way to end.

Because these people seemed to have ambush in advance, they arrived quickly and on time, and they had a clear view of the horrifying and terrifying scene in the room, as well as the scene of Lu Ci carrying the nun and slapping him wildly.

"The crime is unforgivable! Take down these evil heretics!"

The old man in red robe held the cross high and shouted.

The knights in black robes raised the cross swords in their hands: "Hallelujah! God puts flames on our swords and turns all heretics into charcoal!