Chương 5: The Church
In the afternoon,
The two of them were sitting in the living room, drinking coffee made by Albert, and listening to him explain some German customs when the door of the suite was knocked softly.
Ray put down his cup, got up, and opened the door.
Outside the door, a young white guy was holding three boxes.
"Sir, Here are your custom-made clothes."
A few days ago, Ray took Albert to a nearby tailor shop and leather shoe store to order several sets of clothes and shoes.
Ray let the young man enter the room, and pointed to the table in the living room,
"Just put them there."
After giving the tip and sending off the boy, Ray returned to the table with three boxes, one large and two small, and handed Albert the box with his name on it. Ray opened the box with his name on it, the biggest box.
Two suits of black fabric were neatly stacked in the box. Ray looked at the dark gray suit in old Albert's hand and shook his head helplessly.
"Eddie. Why don't you try it on?"
"It's not bad. But I still think that mine was better, more elegant." Albert looked at the workmanship of the clothes and said solemnly.
The old artist also had an arrogant side. He always insisted that the clothes made by the tailors here were not good. He would rather continue to wear his somewhat worn dark gray suit.
Ray thought that it was out of his preference for his own country's tailors, so he didn't say much, and returned to his room.
After closing the door, Ray put the smaller box aside and opened the larger box.
After checking the contents, Ray nodded with satisfaction. Ray took a set of cloth out and put the rest back in the box then he put the box in his space.
When Albert put on new clothes and returned to the living room, he was stunned by the sight in front of him, and he almost cried out in shock.
Albert's lookalike was sitting on the sofa and looking at him, with the same clothes and the same appearance.
But the old man 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 an echo, "Albert" on the sofa spoke, and his voice was the same as his own. Eddie was even more confused, so he became more cautious, and his eyes began to become sharp.
Seeing that the simple-minded old Albert was fooled, Ray smiled and took off the mask on his face, "Haha! How is it? Eddie, I totally looked like you didn't I?"
Ray threw the mask over. Albert, who had just recovered from the sudden shock, caught the mask in a hurry, and carefully looked at it, "What is this thing... made of? It looks so real. I was completely fooled by it just now."
"It's made of Silicone It took a lot of effort to make it."
Silicone was invented as early as the end of the 19th century, and the craftsmanship was very mature during this period. Without touching, you can't find any difference.
"It's amazing! But what about your voice? Why was it exactly like me?" Albert asked another question.
"It's very simple, as long as you control the vocal cords to change the pronunciation area, and adjust the way the mouth and nasal cavity sound."
Many street imitators can do this, so it was even less of a problem for Ray, who had strong body control.
Ray stayed in Liverpool for a month, and when it was February, he decided to leave.
This morning, Ray quietly left the hotel in the thick fog. He left £2,500 for Albert on the table in the living room.
After a short time together, Ray was very fond of this strict, generous, and open-minded old man. His careful teaching helped Ray a lot, so he tried to help him as much as he can.
This amount of money was nothing to Ray, but it was a huge sum of money in this period, enough for Albert to spend the rest of his life in peace.
He was going to miss Albert's coffee. Ray shook his head a little reluctantly and left Liverpool with these regrets.
...
March 1942
Tonsberg, Norway
In a remote town on the outskirts, there is an old and simple church, which housed the tomb of the Norwegian royal family.
At this time, Norway has been occupied by Germany, but the night in this remote town was still quiet and peaceful.
But this tranquility was soon broken. A huge tank with a height of three floors and a length of tens of meters roared into the town.
Wherever the tracks pressed, the neat stone slabs shattered, and the surrounding houses shook.
The monster-like giant tank passed through the small square in the town, drove to the church, and slammed into the gate.
The tall and heavy wooden gate collapsed together with the surrounding stone walls, and the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing the scene inside.
In the small space, several thick gray stone pillars were erected to support the spherical ceiling of the church. Ancient and mysterious frescoes were carved on the surrounding walls, and a heavy and simple sarcophagus was placed in the middle of the church.
There was only a gray-bearded old man in the church and a civilian who was limp under the collapsed stone.
A group of soldiers got in from the collapsed gate. Six of them quickly occupied every corner, armed with guns, and the squad leader led the remaining three soldiers to the sarcophagus and tried to open the sarcophagus.
A domineering black six-wheeled off-road sports car slowly stopped at the entrance of the church, a tall and cold figure stepped out of the car, and the black and bright military boots stepped on the hard stone road, making a "da" "da" sound.
Wearing a black military trench coat, he looked majestic and oppressive, his cold face was slightly stiff, and his cold eyes revealed a hint of tyranny and madness.
The officer walked into the church slowly, and the soldiers inside quickly stood at attention and saluted.
"It took me a long time to find this place. I have to praise you."
The officer's 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 visionary, we are very similar." The officer said while helping the old man tidy up the messy clothes, but the emotionless voice made his heart chill.
"We don't look alike at all." Although he was flustered, the old man was not afraid.
"Really? But what other people see as superstition, you and I both see it as science." The officer looked into the eyes of the old man and said.
"What you're looking for doesn't exist." The old man's voice trembled.
"Then why bother to hide it." Seemingly impatient, the officer took off his hat and handed it to his subordinates, and walked to the sarcophagus.
He pressed his hands on the coffin lid and pushed it hard. The sarcophagus, which had been unable to move an inch with the efforts of the soldiers, was easily pushed open by the officer. As the heavy coffin lid fell to the ground, all the contents inside were exposed.
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1 US Dollars in 1942 = 0.24778761061946875 UK pound in 1942
10 US Dollars in 1942 = 2.4778761061946875 UK pound in 1942
100 US Dollars in 1942 = 24.778761061946875 UK pound in 1942
1,000 US Dollars in 1942 = 247.78761061946875 UK pound in 1942
10,000 US Dollars in 1942 = 2477.8761061946875 UK pound in 1942
(SOURCE: Historicalstatistics.org/Currencyconverter.html)
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