In the dead of night under the bright moonlight, the streets were still so dark that one could scarcely see a hand before their face, as if a light-absorbing film covered the city's sky. Patrol security teams passed by intermittently, the small oil lamps they carried appearing like ghostly fires floating in midair.
It wasn't difficult to find the Yadan chapel. Chen Ke approached a patrol team directly.
"Hey! Sir! There's a curfew at night…" The captain touched the gun holster at his waist, eyeing the approaching man with a sense of ominous foreboding.
"How do I get to Yadan Chapel?" Chen Ke asked.
"Didn't you hear? There's a curfew at night. Either go back now or come with us to the security station." The captain spoke sternly, as the four security officers around him also closed in.
