Chapter 5: church

 That afternoon, the two of them were sitting in the living room, drinking Old Albert's hand-made coffee while listening to him explain some of Germany's cultural geography and customs. There was a soft knock on the door of the suite.

Chen Mo motioned for Old Albert to sit down. He put down the cup and got up to open the door.

Outside the door, a young white man was holding three boxes. He smiled at Chen Mo and said, "Sir, these are the clothes you ordered in our shop."

A few days ago, Chen Mo took Albert to a nearby tailor and shoe shop to order a few sets of clothes and shoes. He also left the hotel's address. The shoes had been delivered a long time ago, and the clothes had just been made today.

Chen Mo turned sideways to let the young man into the room and pointed to the table in the living room. "Thank you for your hard work. Just leave it there."

After paying a tip and sending off the happy tailor apprentice, Chen Mo returned to the table. There were three boxes, one big and two small. He handed the box with Albert's name on it to him. Chen Mo opened the box with his name on it, but Chen Mo did not touch the largest box.

Two black wool suits were neatly stacked in the box. The British tailor's craftsmanship was very good. The materials used were exquisite, and the workmanship was exquisite. Chen Mo looked at the dark gray suit in Old Albert's hands and shook his head helplessly.

"How is it? Eddie. Go back to your room and try it on. See if it's any different from your original one. "

"It's okay. It's not bad in Liverpool. But I still think my original one is better, "Old Albert said seriously as he looked at the workmanship of the clothes.

The old artist also had a proud side. He always insisted that the clothes made by the tailor here were not good. He would rather continue to wear his somewhat shabby dark gray suit. When he went to the tailor's shop, if it were not for Chen Mo pulling him, he would not have gone at all.

Chen Mo thought it was because of his preference for the tailors in his country. He did not say much and returned to his room with the two boxes, one big and one small.

After closing the door, Chen Mo put the box of suits aside and opened the larger box.

After checking the things inside, Chen Mo nodded with satisfaction. Leaving a set of clothes, Chen Mo put the other things back and put the box into the space.

When Abbott changed into a new set of clothes and returned to the living room, the scene before him left him rooted to the spot, and he almost cried out in shock.

The other 'Albert' was sitting on the sofa and looking at him. They were wearing the same clothes and had the same appearance. Albert felt that his brain was not working properly.

However, the old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life quickly calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

"Who are you? Why are you here? "

"Who are you? Why are you here? "

As if it was a recording, the "Albert" on the sofa spoke. His voice was exactly the same as his own. Old Eddie's mind was even more confused, but his whole body became more guarded, and his eyes began to become sharp.

Seeing that the simple-minded Old Albert had been scared by him and that it was time for him to draw his sword, Chen Mo laughed and took off his mask. "Haha! How is it? Eddie, I made it according to your appearance. Do I look like you? "

Chen Mo threw the mask over. Old Albert, who had just recovered from the sudden change of the situation, caught the mask in a hurry and looked at it carefully. "This thing … What is it made of? It looks like the real thing. I was completely fooled by you just now. "

"Silicone, wig, and paint. It took me a lot of effort and many attempts to make it." Silicone had been invented as early as the end of the 19th century, and the technology at this time was very mature. With Chen Mo's careful modification, no one would be able to tell the difference without touching it.

"It's amazing! But what's with your voice? Why is it exactly the same as mine? "Albert thought of another question.

"It's very simple. Just control the vocal cords, change the vocal area, and adjust the way the mouth and nose sounds." In reality, many impersonators could imitate celebrities to the point that they looked real. This was even less of a problem for Chen Mo, who had great control over his body.

Chen Mo stayed in Liverpool for a month. It was February 1942, and it was time to leave.

Early in the morning, Chen Mo quietly left the hotel in the heavy fog. He left $10,000 for Old Albert on the table in the living room. After a short period of time together, Chen Mo had a good impression of this strict and generous old man. His careful teaching had helped Chen Mo a lot. Naturally, he was willing to help him.

The money was nothing to Chen Mo, but it was a huge sum of money at that time. It was enough for Old Albert and Enron to live for the rest of their lives.

It was a pity that he could no longer drink the coffee made by Old Albert. Chen Mo shook his head reluctantly and left Liverpool with these regrets.

…

March 1942

Tensberg, Norway

In a remote town on the outskirts of Norway, there was an old and simple church. Inside it was the tomb of the Norwegian royal family.

At this time, Norway had been occupied by Germany, but the night in this remote town was still quiet and serene.

Unfortunately, this tranquility was soon broken. A huge tank that was three stories high and dozens of meters long roared into the town. Where the tracks pressed, the neat stone slabs were shattered, and the surrounding houses shook.

The giant tank, like a steel monster, passed through the small square in the town and drove all the way to the church. It went straight to the door. The tall and heavy wooden door, together with the surrounding stone walls, collapsed. The smoke and dust dispersed, and the scene inside was revealed.

In the small space, there were several thick gray stone pillars that supported the round vault of the church. The surrounding walls were carved with ancient and mysterious murals. A heavy and quaint stone coffin was placed in the middle of the church.

There was only an old man with a white beard and a civilian who was silent under the collapsed stone in the church.

A group of soldiers filed in from the collapsed door. Six of them quickly took up positions in each corner, holding their guns on alert. The captain led the remaining three soldiers to the stone coffin and tried to open it.

A domineering black six-wheeled off-road sports car slowly stopped in front of the church. A tall and cold figure stepped out of the car. His shiny black military boots stepped on the hard stone road, making a heavy and oppressive sound. Wearing a black military windbreaker, he was majestic and oppressive. His cold face was slightly stiff, and his cold eyes revealed a trace of brutality and madness.

The officer walked slowly into the church, and the soldiers inside quickly stood at attention and saluted.

"It took me a long time to find this place. I really have to praise you." The officer's cold face was expressionless. "Help him up."

A soldier quickly pulled the old man up. Facing this sudden change, the old man seemed a little panicked.

"I think you are a very far-sighted person. We are very similar in this aspect." The officer said as he helped the old man tidy up his messy clothes. However, his emotionless voice made people feel cold.

"We are not similar at all." Although he was panicking, the old man was not afraid to give in.

"Is that so? But what others see as superstition, you and I see as science. "The officer looked into the old man's eyes and said.

"The thing you are looking for does not exist." The old man's voice was trembling.

"Then why go through so much trouble to hide it." Seemingly impatient, the officer took off his hat and handed it to his subordinate. He walked to the stone coffin.

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