plague
Cui Zuojing immediately took a step back. He observed the priest's rotting neck from a distance. He was stabbed in the throat, but did not die immediately. After being locked in the coffin, the wound festered and rotted, and he gradually lost his life.
If it was a plague, it would be a little troublesome. Cui Zuojing put the lid of the coffin back on to prevent the further spread of the virus, and picked up the child again. He came across his corpse when he turned the priest over just now. I don't know if he was targeted by the plague. In any case, he needed to find Victor as soon as possible.
It's just that he didn't see any traces left by other people along the way. Haven't they entered the church yet? Cui Zuojing frowned and pondered for a moment, and decided to go to a place he hadn't walked before. Maybe he just happened to stagger it
Leaving the nave and walking through the long corridor with stained glass windows, Cui Zuojing soon reached the stairwell again. The child in his arms suddenly burst into tears.
"Don't cry." Cui Zuojing was startled and hurriedly coaxed him. He took off his clothes to make sure he didn't pee, so he seemed hungry
But it's impossible to have milk or something here... Cui Zuojing was worried, he was hungry for a day, but he also had a newborn baby, so he needed to consider the issue of food and clothing.
There should be a kitchen in the church, otherwise the priest will not be able to eat. Cui Zuojing had to temporarily change his goal and go to the kitchen first. When he was hungry, the child couldn't be coaxed. He kept crying. The cries echoed in the empty church like a living target. Cui Zuojing couldn't cover his mouth. He could only use the fastest Speed all the way to search.
Fortunately, the church is really not too big. Cui Zuojing was very lucky to find a small kitchen on the second floor. The kitchen is very clean and tidy, and it is obviously not the place where the battle took place. He temporarily put the child on the stove, rummaged through the cabinets to find a pot, and borrowed some water to boil it.
Cui Zuojing didn't expect to find milk powder here, but he thought that if he could turn over the eggs, he could make a bowl of egg tea for the children. Children should be able to drink it, right
The child was really starving, and even had no strength to cry, sobbed pitifully with a wrinkled face, put his fingers in his mouth, and drooled from his hands.
There was water in the kitchen, so Cui Zuojing carefully washed his hands first, and then wiped the child's saliva.
The fire was burning, and the gradually warming air was a bit dull. Cui Zuojing opened the window a little for ventilation. He continued to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find if there was anything for the children to eat. A black crow flew over and flapped its wings. Staying on the windowsill, red eyes looked at the baby boy wrapped in coat on the stove.
"What is this?" Cui Zuojing didn't know many of the English words written on the packaging. His English was good, but he didn't know much about many ingredients that only appeared in the kitchen. He stared at the "cummin" and examined it. After a while, I opened the lid, the powder particles flew up, and I sneezed at the smell of cumin.
The crow glanced at Cui Zuojing, who had no time to take care of other places. It flapped its wings again and rushed straight to the baby on the stove!
Snapped!
A frying pan was swung over, the crow let out a scream, and was directly fanned to the side, Cui Zuojing stood up, he took the frying pan in one hand and strode forward, grabbing the crow's wing root that was about to sway again. No matter how hard it struggles, it won't let go.
"You want to kill him?" Cui Zuojing looked back at the child, he clicked his tongue, and said, "Although I haven't eaten it before, if a bird is plucked, you can eat it, right?"
The crow struggled desperately, but Cui Zuojing finally decided to let it go. He was not that ferocious. I don't know where the bodies of the dead believers are now. Those people are also infected with the plague. As a carrion, the crow is uncertain. After eating so many corpses, Cui Zuojing feels a little dirty holding it now.
Cui Zuojing walked to the window, threw the crow out, and immediately closed the window with a bang.
The child had no idea that he had escaped the catastrophe just now and was still crying. The noise made Cui Zuojing upset. At this time, the water boiled, so he quickly turned off the fire, took down the pot, and poured it into a bowl that had been washed in advance. cold inside.
In the end, Cui Zuojing succeeded in finding the egg he was longing for. Regardless of whether the child could eat it or not, he first made a bowl of egg tea and drank it by himself.
After that, he found another carton of milk, put the milk carton in a hot water bowl and heated it in a water bath, poured two drops on the back of his hand and felt that it was almost the same. Cui Zuojing began to feed him little by little.
The way such a small child eats is instinctive sucking. Cui Zuojing can't hold a bowl and pour it into his mouth, so he can only feed him little by little with a small spoon. Serve this little doll who doesn't understand anything.
He really doesn't have the talent and patience to bring up children. Cui Zuojing couldn't help thinking, if only Dong Zheng was here, he would definitely do a lot better than himself with his stability.
After feeding half a carton of milk, the child was finally quiet. Cui Zuojing breathed a sigh of relief. He put a small spoon and a new box of milk into his pocket so that he could feed him at any time.
There were still a few cabinets left to look at. Cui Zuojing opened it, looking for clues or useful things. However, when he opened a cabinet near the corner, he was confronted with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
The man screamed and jumped out, Cui Zuojing ducked sideways, he fell to the ground, and the knife in his hand slammed to the ground. Cui Zuojing immediately stepped on his shoulder and kicked the knife under the cabinet.
The man was slender, and his black robe showed obvious signs of being soaked in blood. His face was pale with excessive blood loss. Cui Zuojing squatted down to look at his face and found that dark green ulcers had appeared on the side of his neck. , looks exactly like the corpse of the priest.
He frowned and asked, "Are you a heretic?"
The man spit out a series of words, which Cui Zuojing couldn't understand, but he could see the hatred and panic in the man's eyes. Cui Zuojing speculated that he was injured and infected after the war. , was abandoned here by his companions.
Seeing that this person's physical condition could not hurt him, Cui Zuojing let go of his feet and raised his finger to point to the ulcer on his neck. The man shook his head frantically, and he barely sat up, his hands constantly making a cross in the air. , but he made the cross appear to be longer on the top than on the bottom, more like an upside-down cross.
So Cui Zuojing crossed his index fingers into an upside-down cross and asked him. The man's eyes were even more frightened. He looked at the baby on the stove, yelping, covering the ulcers on his neck, sitting on the ground struggling and taking two steps back. It stops when it hits the wall.
The collision seemed to have triggered something inside his body. The man froze for a few seconds, then spit out a large mouthful of blood, his head dropped to the side, and he didn't move.
Cui Zuojing was suddenly horrified, he picked up the child without saying a word, and quickly left the kitchen.
The inverted cross, the priest's suicide note, the pagans, and the strangely deadly disease, the box gradually showed his five-star difficulty, and... the child in his arms.
The crow wanted to kill him, and the pagan became very excited after seeing the child. He also experimented just now that the child is not the holy son in the plot, so what role will he play
No matter what, he couldn't be thrown away. Cui Zuojing looked for the traces his companions might leave and continued to explore.
Dong Zheng walked up to the third floor.
The bloodstains in the church revealed what happened in the past. He searched along the bloodstains and saw several bloody footprints in the corners. There were carvings of Jesus being nailed to the cross on the wall. There was obviously a secret door.
Dong Zheng studied for a moment, twisted the cross one hundred and eighty degrees, and nailed Jesus on the cross with his head down, and the secret door opened in front of him.
The smell of blood was tangy, and Dong Zheng didn't go in immediately. His good night vision ability allowed him to see the scene in the dark room. The woman's body fell to the ground, her face was so weak and pale that she lost her human form. It was full of blood, as if the whole body was drained of blood, and the placenta and umbilical cord were left in the corner.
This tragic scene made Dong Zheng take a step back subconsciously, and he couldn't help thinking of another person, his mother who died in childbirth.
Was it like this when his mother gave birth to him more than 20 years ago
Dong Zheng clenched his fists to stop the trembling of his hands, he took a deep breath, forced himself not to think too much, and looked away from the woman. He did not find the child who was born, and the child was probably taken away by the person who left the dark room, that is, the owner of the footprints.
Dong Zheng silently closed the door of the dark room again, looking at the woman who died tragically for a second, the more torture for him.
There was a mark left by Cui Zuojing next to the secret door. Dong Zheng knew that the child was probably taken away by Cui Zuojing, so he quickened his pace and chased in the direction indicated by the mark.
At the moment when the arrow came, Cui Zuojing caught the sound of the wind breaking through the air. He lowered his head sharply, the arrow rubbed his hair and flew past, hitting the corridor straight, and the arrow sank into the hard stone pillar.
Cui Zuojing turned around abruptly with the child in his arms, a dark shadow flashed by in the corner of the corridor, he narrowed his eyes and quickly chased after him.
This is the fourth attack since they came out of the kitchen. There are still many pagans who have not left in this church. They stay here to find the child called the Last Hope.
The attacker ran fast, but Cui Zuojing was faster than him. He held the baby in one hand, and the distance between him and the attacker was getting closer and closer. Seeing that Cui Zuojing could not run away, the man covered in black robe turned around and shot another arrow, but Cui Zuojing escaped.
Cui Zuojing took out a card from his pocket with two fingers, and threw it towards the pagan. The card swiped across the opponent's shoulder like a blade, hitting the wall in front of him, and almost the entire force didn't go into it.
He ran around another corner, but the figure he was following suddenly disappeared. There was no one in the corridor ahead. Cui Zuojing stopped suspiciously.
Cui Zuojing had no time to take care of him. He cautiously paid attention to all possible subtle sounds around him, and suddenly raised his head!
A black shadow fell from the sky, and the sharp arrow was aimed straight at the crying child in his arms. In a panic, Cui Zuojing rolled on the ground, holding the child firmly in front of his chest.
The man in black robe landed and took the opportunity to slash at Cui Zuojing, who had not adjusted his body yet. However, a card flew by and stuck in his throat at a speed that he could not catch with the naked eye.
The infidel's movements froze in the air, his eyes widened, and a few seconds later, a blood line appeared where the card was cut, and blood gushed out immediately.
bang. The knife fell to the ground.
The warm body fell down, and Cui Zuojing slowly got up. He stared at the pagan who was gradually losing his vitality for a few seconds, then lowered his head to look at the child in the coat, and shook him gently to coax him.
But Cui Zuojing never noticed that when the pagan fell to the ground completely lost his voice, blood-colored patterns appeared on his cheeks, as if announcing his sins.