Dr. French felt more and more something was wrong... Many people here seemed to have fallen into a strange mental state. They seemed to be dominated by some of their own conjectures and unexplainable things in front of them, leading to doubts about the unknown.

Feeling in awe of something.

Women hugged their children and joined in the discussion from time to time. The men were sometimes silent, sometimes trying to make some explanations, and sometimes unable to verify their opinions.

Someone seemed to have left quietly, not intending to participate in the memorial service that suddenly changed.

The pastor noticed that something seemed to have happened at the memorial service, so he cleared his throat, coughed twice, and solemnly said: "Please keep quiet."

Then, everyone calmed down.

"Really...I really heard it..."

It seemed that... they had not calmed down completely, they were still talking quietly.

Dr. French shook his head. He wanted to leave. As a scientific worker, he really disagreed with some people who supported mysticism.

Anyway, flowers have been laid and a moment of silence has been observed.

"Thank you to the Lord for your mercy, allowing us to be saved in the disaster..." The pastor seemed to intend to end the unpleasant atmosphere of the memorial service as soon as possible, so he accelerated his progress.

Dr. French had already turned around, but at this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from the crowd, with a bit of hoarseness and a bit of disdain.

"God can't save him. He can only create man, and then leave him alone."

"Who!" The pastor suddenly looked like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and his face suddenly darkened, "Who is blaspheming!"

"I……"

The voice of the man who spoke was heard from the crowd again - the crowd began to move away, traced the source of the sound, and then made way for a path leading straight ahead.

I saw a guy wearing a somewhat loose suit...and a mask. He raised his left hand and said slowly: "...I said it."

Masks are a type that can be seen everywhere at the carnival, and it even makes people feel that they are just something bought from a street stall.

Seeing that the crowd had given way, this strange man walked forward in a swaggering manner and came directly in front of the priest.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" The priest is still very well-educated... although this guy seems to have some bad intentions.

The guy with the mask looked around... of course he was Bucky, who had been ignored since the maid was still here.

Bucky also felt desperate. What could he do? There were police officers around the memorial meeting to maintain order.

What if there was nothing in the past - the key point is that his current identity is that of a wanted criminal on the run. Is it really a man for him to appear in front of the police openly and arrogantly?

Fortunately, he found a store selling Carnival masks - in Rio, a carnival city, it is really not easy to find such Carnival masks.

Even so, Bucky's little heart was still beating very fast at this moment. God knows if these police officers would come up and directly take off his mask, then balabala, and then he would have nothing to do anymore?

Is she watching somewhere...that black-hearted maid!
Chapter completed!