Chapter 502: Behind Him (5)
Under the caring eyes of the whole town, seven girls in pure white dresses followed the Lord Attendant and silently walked into the back of the church.
Everyone was talking with mixed emotions, including awe and a hint of secret expectation, but I didn’t know what the direction of the expectation was.
"What...will there be there?" Susan murmured in a low voice, with a bit of confusion. Her memory was confused, and she always felt like she was living in a dream that did not belong to her.
"You old woman, you are confused again. Don't tell me that you forgot that the back of the church leads to the dungeon?"
The man next to her claimed to be her husband. People in the town called him "Old John" and seemed to respect him quite a bit.
But he obviously doesn't respect her very much.
“Dungeon?” Susan repeated the word several times in a daze, as if trying to figure something out.
Old John rolled his eyes and had no patience for his Alzheimer's wife who often got sick. He said coldly: "Okay, okay, stop saying a few words! If you talk nonsense in church, be careful of getting your tongue cut off. ! Do you want to be locked up in a dungeon? It’s full of weird things.”
Susan wanted to retort, but she was a little afraid of the pain of having her tongue cut out, as if it was being pulled out by an invisible knife. For a moment, I was speechless.
"As long as you behave, I will play hide-and-seek with you later, but remember not to run behind randomly, it is very dangerous, you know?" Old John heard her quiet down, with a satisfied look on his face, and touched her mess. The white head said in a low voice.
But his eyes were staring straight at the Lord God Attendant who had disappeared from sight in front of him, with a secret greed in his eyes.
Susan watched all this silently.
On the other side, a young man also saw all this.
"Bowen, what are you looking at...Oh, the old mayor." The young man next to him followed his gaze and sighed, "The old mayor really has nothing to say to his wife."
"Yes." The young man named "Bowen" nodded coldly, without saying anything more, and his eyes returned to the archway where the girls disappeared.
"However, I heard that the dungeon is full of strange things...then, can they survive?" The young man returned to the topic and said with a look of fear.
"It should be... okay? If they have the protection of God." Bowen was not sure, and frowned slightly.
"I hope..." The young man clasped his hands together, as if praying for something, and whispered, "I originally envied them and thought it was a supreme honor to become a priest, but now... who knows? So dangerous!”
“However, although it is dangerous, it is a greater honor to sacrifice for God!” An uncle next to him suddenly interjected, “David, you can read the divine book. Not thorough enough! ”
The boy's name was "David". When he heard what the uncle said, he looked over and saw that his eyes were bloodshot and he was licking his tongue, showing a weird twisted smile.
David suddenly felt a shudder, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't show it, so he bit the bullet and continued: "Speaking of reading divine books, who would have thought that reading divine books is not easy..."< br>
"Yes..." The young man glanced at the weird uncle, then ignored him and nodded silently. The figure of one of the red-haired girls could not help but appear in his mind.
He remembered that she was the one who persisted the longest.
“You said that when we usually recite the sacred book, how can we have such an effect? We can actually faint while reciting it! It seems that in this church, in front of the statue of God, there is some kind of special scene …”
The young man said with lingering fear, looking at the statue with even more awe, and then doubt, as if he was thinking about how to explore this special field.
"I guess I just fainted from hunger." A thin female voice whispered, vaguely reaching her ears.
But this murmur was quickly drowned out by the whispers around them. The two of them turned around, but they couldn't see who had said it.
I can only give up.
Not far away, a girl broke away from her father's hand covering her mouth and complained angrily: "Dad!"
Her father glared at her nervously, lowered his voice and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense! This is a church, be careful of misfortune coming from your mouth and being imprisoned in the dungeon!"
The girl curled her lips disapprovingly: " Dad, you don’t have to scare me. The dungeon is full of monsters that have attacked our town. How can I be imprisoned?”
After hearing what the girl said, the father sighed.
Every time those strange things appear, there will be a bloody storm. I don’t know how much life was spent before I was finally able to catch them.
His heart became heavier when he thought that a group of girls were about to step into that dangerous place, especially since these girls were older than his daughters, and as an old father, it was even more unacceptable for him to do so.
It seems that being a priest is really not an easy task. Fortunately, my daughter did not have her turn this time.
"Claire, I hope you are alive and well..." The man gently stroked his daughter's flaxen hair, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
The daughter named "Claire" impatiently shook off her father's hand and looked forward, thinking that if something happened to those girls later, she might be turned upside down. Time and space, just find a way to stop it.
Yes, she is Ling Yuke. I don’t know if it’s because she is a being from the abyss, or she has already experienced Sister Liu Sheng’s last special “copy”, but entering this space now actually retains her original memory.
Therefore, she soon discovered that this long-winded and nagging old man was her father, Ling Fu.
It’s just that he hasn’t recovered his memory yet, he is still this worker named Frank Lindell.
Frank usually works with the arrogant old man named Anderson in the town. He is also very cowardly and allows the old Anderson to deduct his money.
But Frank said that suffering is a blessing. Anyway, in this small town, his ability is not strong, so he might as well endure it and seek shelter.
After all, my daughter is still young.
Frank held his daughter's hand nervously, but he didn't know that several people were staring at him in the distance.
"How about that person?" A man with a hungry light in his eyes licked his lips and asked in a low voice.
The woman next to him glanced at him disdainfully and said coldly: "Professor Hanni, please control yourself, we just want to steal something from his shed."
"Yes, we just need tools." A deformed man sitting in a wheelchair with weak limbs next to the woman echoed in a hoarse voice.
Professor Hanny could only say "Oh" in disappointment, and asked tentatively: "Can't we..."
"If he died and died naturally, that's fine." The woman, Professor Huo, interrupted him with a cold tone.
She returned to the topic: "According to these inexplicable memories, this man should be easier to deal with. The other craftsman, Anderson, is very close to the church and cannot move for the time being."
" You're right, let's not provoke this weird church for the time being," Professor Hanni said sternly.
It was rare to be so sensible and serious. Professor Huo gave him a puzzled look.
But she didn’t know that what Professor Hanni was worried about at the moment was the things in his basement. It would be bad if they were discovered.
"Then, let's go now." Professor Jin, who had now become a cripple, urged anxiously. He was eager to restore his mechanized body.
"Okay, let's take action while the ceremony is still going on and everyone's attention is on the church." Professor Hanni rubbed his hands, impatiently, and licked his lips again.
Professor Huo glanced at him with disgust, pushed Professor Jin through the crowded crowd, and kept apologizing to others: "I'm sorry, please give way, our son needs to go to the toilet. ”
Why do you need your mother to yell when you go to the toilet?
Everyone was puzzled, and looking at Professor Jin's situation, of course they quickly separated to make way, and looked with pity on the couple who could still take care of a disabled son in such a cold night.
But, this son...why does he look older than his parents?
“If you grow old, you grow old.” Professor Hanni was still in the mood to joke with everyone, but Professor Huo dragged him away.
As soon as they walked out of the church, they heard a burst of warm cheers from behind.
"It seems that the results of the second trial have come out, right?" Professor Hanni said with a smile.
"Then stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Professor Huo said.
Professor Hanni shrugged: "You are the ones who need to be quick. I can't help you here."
Professor Huo found a car at random, smashed the glass with one punch, and opened it from the inside. The car door pushed Professor Jin in.
Then he sat in the driver's seat, listened to Professor Jin's instructions, and opened the panel under the steering wheel, revealing several exposed wires.
Her fingers flexibly selected a few of the thickest wires, peeled off the skin, and touched them lightly. The car made a slight electric sound, and then the engine started suddenly.
“This kind of antique is the best, stolen.” Professor Jin said proudly.
"Get in the car!" Professor Huo said coldly to Professor Hanni, who was still watching the wind outside but was obviously distracted.
At this time, bursts of warm joy can still be heard in the church, and closer, there is only the rustle of falling snow.
When Professor Hanni also got into the car, Professor Huo stepped on the accelerator, and the car roared low in the silent snowy night, then rushed out and drove towards Frank Lindell's house in his memory.
Continue to retain the setting that you may lose your memory when entering high-dimensional analysis...
The characters have basically appeared, but one is missing.
By the way, it’s 500 chapters (⊙⊙)...
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