Those hidden darkrooms must have important uses. Dong Zheng built a model of the church in the inner core. He didn’t go to the darkroom for the time being. The first floor has basically been explored. Dong Zheng did not walk through the long corridor to the front of the church. The worship hall, but along the spiral staircase to the second floor.
The top of the second floor is much shorter than the first floor. Based on the first floor plan he initially constructed, Dong Zheng can also roughly know many structures on the second floor. He first explored the corner near the stairs and found a A cloister sheltered by a large cross.
The door is locked with an ingenious mechanism. For ordinary pilgrims, it may take a little thought, but it is not difficult for Dong Zheng. With the core calculation, he unlocked the lock and pushed it open without much effort. Hidden little door, a narrow passage unfolds in front of you.
In order to conceal, the door is very low. Dong Zheng lowered his head and walked in, and the inside is much higher. This is a gallery, and there are many picture frames hanging on the walls on both sides.
There are no windows in the dark passage, and the light is very poor. Dong Zheng did not have any electronic products such as a mobile phone on his body when he woke up. Normal pilgrims may need to obtain lighting tools before coming back here, but Dong Zheng directly increased the flow of the visual port. There was a little light coming in from the crossing, and I looked at the paintings one by one.
Unlike the murals outside, these paintings have little to do with religion and are more like depicting the scenery of pure white land.
Dong Zheng looked all the way, his steady and slow footsteps echoed in the narrow aisle, and there was a kind of terrifying tension.
Suddenly, Dong Zheng's eyes froze and he stopped.
In front of him is a one-meter-high painting of a man in a blue and white maid outfit, standing in a beautiful garden, holding a blood-stained knife.
He has short black hair and a slightly childish face with a firm expression. The blood splashed on his face, making the look in his dark pupils even more rock-solid—that is something Dong Zheng is all too familiar with, Cui Zuo when he was a teenager. Jing's face.
A boy wielding a knife and fighting bloody battle, wearing the kind of maid costume in Alice's animation, this strong sense of disobedience made Dong Zhengqing frown. The skirt on the left is also pretty good.
Just kidding, Dong Zheng raised his hand and touched the painting. The texture of the oil painting was clearly conveyed to his fingertips. In the lower right corner of the painting, he found a small English word.
The words are really very small, written in black paint and really hard to see if you're not careful.
—Dolly.
This word suddenly awakened all the memories related to Dong Zheng. He remembered that Cui Zuojing told him that in his last trip to the pure white world, the queen called him Dolly.
Calling Cui Zuojing by a name that is mostly used on women, and also painted a picture like this, the queen's mind can be described as vicious. For her, the young man who struggled to come to her from the border of life and death back then , is that the image
Dong Zheng felt very uncomfortable. Although he knew that Cui Zuojing's character probably wouldn't care much, he still didn't want him to see this painting.
Dong Zheng looked away and continued to look. Next to the painting, there was a completely clean canvas in a two-meter-high frame, blank and nothing.
Dong Zheng's brows furrowed deeper, he remembered this strangeness, and the subsequent paintings were similar to the previous ones, depicting the scene of pure white land. Dong Zheng determined that this secret passage had little to do with the contents of the box itself. He guessed that Kether might have designed it on purpose to convey some information.
Soon saw the last painting, Dong Zheng returned the same way, he restored the mechanical lock of the door, remembered the location of the secret passage, the figure of the young maid in the painting still appeared in his mind, Dong Zheng shook his head, turned around and continued to explore .
Cui Zuojing walked all the way to the back court.
He went up to the third floor and entered the box for more than an hour, but Cui Zuojing still didn't see anyone, nor did he find any traces left by his companions. Along the way, he saw a lot of traces of battle. Although the scene had been cleaned up, he still couldn't hide it from his eyes. He couldn't see a single figure in the church, so it must have something to do with it.
Cui Zuojing stopped to admire the sculpture of the Madonna for a moment, and suddenly heard a small voice from a certain room not far away.
It was too quiet around, and this sound was particularly obvious. Cui Zuojing was shocked, thinking which teammate was there.
He walked over quickly and seemed to hear his footsteps, and the sound disappeared quickly, but the boy still clearly judged the direction based on the previous sound. He reached a corner, pondered for a moment against the wall decorated with the crucified Jesus statue, raised his hand and knocked.
Hollow, with dark passages.
Cui Zuojing groped around, and soon, he pressed the cross and found that it could actually rotate.
Rotating the cross one hundred and eighty degrees, Jesus was nailed to the cross with his head upside down, only to hear a dull sound of machinery running, and a secret door opened in front of Cui Zuojing.
The smell of blood rushed to his face, so thick that Cui Zuojing almost suffocated, he frowned and covered his nose, and got into the dark room.
In an instant, a gust of wind hit, Cui Zuojing raised his hand to block the wooden stick that was smashing at him, backhanded it, and pointed at the attacker's throat: "Don't move!"
At this time, with the help of the light from the outside, Cui Zuojing realized that it was a woman who attacked him. She was as pale as a ghost, with no blood at all. Under her body was a large pool of blood, which almost formed a pool of blood. No wonder Cui Zuojing snatched the stick with just a little force.
The woman was very young, half-leaning against the wall, breathing hard, her hair disheveled and her face sticking to her face with sweat. She was wearing a loose robe, her belly was bulging high, her legs were at an angle, and when she saw the bloody umbilical cord at the corner of the robe, Cui Zuojing's expression changed suddenly.
Beside her, there was a child who was still wet, apparently just born, wrapped in a rag. Seeing Cui Zuojing looking at the child, she immediately held the baby in her arms in horror, staring at him vigilantly, her eyes like a cornered beast.
"Don't be afraid, I have no ill intentions." Cui Zuojing threw the stick behind him, raised his hands, and asked, "Are you here alone? Where have everyone else in the church gone?"
"The heretics... they killed everyone!" the woman said in a trembling voice, she was already very weak, Cui Zuojing needed to listen carefully to hear what she was saying, "They locked me here, I heard The sound of their being killed, the cries, the screams, and God didn't come to save us... Those evil blasphemers are doomed to hell!"
The child seemed to feel something, and suddenly began to cry, its voice was very weak, and its wrinkled face was flushed.
"Go to the priest, the priest knows everything..."
The woman gasped hard. She looked at Cui Zuojing, her eyes full of pleading, and she stretched out her hand holding the child: "Please... save my child, he is... the hope of saving everything..."
Cui Zuojing had to take the child who was still bloodstained, feeling as soft as hugging a dough. The way he holds the child is a little rusty. He learned this posture from his parents. When Victor was a cat, his mother liked to hold Victor in the child's posture.
"Okay, I'll try my best to take care of him." Knowing that with this amount of blood, the woman in front of her would not be able to live for long, Cui Zuojing agreed to her. He wiped the child with a rag, took off his coat and wrapped it again, at least to make it warmer and more comfortable.
Seeing that Cui Zuojing really wanted to help her take care of the child, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, she forced a smile, and her breath soon fell silent.
Cui Zuojing didn't stay in this dark room with too much blood. He exited, thought about it, and closed the door, at least to prevent the woman's body from being exposed.
"You're going to follow me next, but you have to be obedient." Looking down at the child in his arms, the newly-appointed nanny Cui Zuojing sighed. Fortunately, the child was not noisy and just cried for two minutes. Tired and quiet again. Otherwise, Cui Zuojing would probably go crazy with a moving sound source to attract hatred without dead ends.
It seems that the traces of the fighting in the church were left between the pagans and the congregation.
Suddenly Cui Zuojing remembered the coffin on the pulpit, he clicked his tongue, realized something, and went downstairs with the child in his arms.
The child weighed about seven pounds. Cui Zuojing lifted his jacket and looked at it. It was a boy. The woman said that the child was the hope of saving everything. Could that be the Holy Son
Is it the Holy Son, you will know if you try it
Cui Zuojing cleared his throat and said, "That... I, Cui Zuojing, I'm here to repent to you. I once killed a dedicated forest ranger because of my rambling on the mountain. Afterwards, I ran away. Give me the judgment I deserve, but I still feel uneasy in my heart from time to time, I carry bloody sins on my shoulders, I sincerely repent to you, and I hope you can forgive me on behalf of God."
The voice fell, nothing happened, and the child in his arms had not opened his eyes, wrinkled like a little monkey.
Well, it seems not.
Cui Zuojing shrugged. At this time, he also walked to the first floor and returned to the nave. The coffin on the pulpit was still there. He walked up to Gaotan, went to the white coffin, put the child at his feet, took out playing cards from his pocket, and opened the nails at the four corners of the coffin one by one.
The nails fell one after another, and the cards in his hand turned into powder. Cui Zuojing took down the rose, took a deep breath, and pushed the coffin lid hard.
The heavy lid was pushed and slumped to the side. In the coffin, a man in a priest's white robe was lying on his side, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was extremely terrifying.
One of the priest's hands fell to his side, his fingertips were covered in blood, and there was blood on the inner wall of the coffin.
"The curse of the heretics is brewing, evil thoughts are spreading among the people, and only the birth of new life can save all this—"
The last stroke dragged on for a long time, outlining the path of the priest's weak hands. You can imagine how desperately he bit his finger and wrote this when he was locked in the coffin by the heretics and listened to the nails being nailed down. , I hope to give some inspiration to those who come later.
Cui Zuojing turned the priest with his back to him and turned it upside down. His round eyes stared straight at the frescoes on the dome. He suddenly discovered that the skin on the priest's neck had begun to rot. The festering flesh smelled faintly, showing a strange dark green color.