Dong Zheng followed the traces all the way to the kitchen, where he found two unwashed bowls, egg tea that seemed to be drinking, and a corpse that had rotted in large pieces.
It was a man in a black robe. Half of his face and torso above his chest had rotted from his neck. His flesh was an ominous dark green, and a large pool of blood was vomited on his chest.
The condition of the corpse was really not very good. Dong Zheng didn't dare to look closely. There was half a box of unfinished milk and boiled water on the stove. Dong Zheng naturally thought that milk was used to feed children.
He walked out of the kitchen and continued to search along the signs. It stands to reason that the church is so big. Victor and Dong Linhai have released the relationship with the summoned beast. There are seven of them. No matter what, they should meet a teammate.
Moreover, Ah Zuo is also carrying a newborn child. When the child cries, it is impossible for him not to hear a single sound.
Dong Zheng was full of doubts. He began to wonder if the church had the function of absorbing sound. At this moment, Dong Zheng suddenly heard a small sound coming from a room not far away.
He quickly approached the direction of the voice, the door of the room was open, and the man in the moon-white robe was looking through the book facing the door, and there was an upside-down cross on the table. It was a tall and strong boy. Although he was wearing a religious robe, he exuded a temperament that was more like a warrior than a weak cleric.
"Linhai?" Dong Zheng recognized him at a glance.
"Brother?" Dong Linhai quickly turned his head and saw Dong Zheng at the door with a happy expression on his face. He hurriedly put down the book in his hand and strode over, and said with joy, "Finally found someone, I thought none of you were here."
"Have you not met anyone but me?"
"No." Dong Linhai pointed to the luxurious robe on his body and said, "I woke up in a dark room in this church, and it took me a while to get out of there."
"Are you a saint?"
"Yes, the plot hint from the box is that there are six confessors with sins in the church. I need to listen to their confession from the soul, and forgive them on behalf of the supreme God." Dong Linhai scratched his head and said, "So Say, what is your sin, bro?"
"I don't know yet." Until now, Dong Zheng had not found enough clues to infer his guilt, and could not repent to Dong Linhai to complete the task. He told Linhai about his experience after entering the box. If Dong Linhai had any Sisi touched his chin and said, "Is it possible that your lie caused the plane crash? I guessed it, and I don't know."
"There is such a possibility." Dong Zheng affirmed his sudden guess, "But just relying on guessing is not a repentance from the depths of the soul, it should be of no use, right?"
"Yes." Dong Linhai nodded, "That's right, let's find other people together, and by the way, let's explore what your guilt is."
The two left the small room and said as they walked: "The church used to be a battlefield. I suspect that there is still a group of pagans here. A body was found in the kitchen before. If this is the case, one of their targets is likely to be. It's you."
Dong Linhai: "I probably guessed it, otherwise I wouldn't wake up in the dark room."
Knowing that Dong Zheng was following the traces left by Cui Zuojing all the way to find it here, since he has never met, Cui Zuojing is very likely to enter the church from the front, just staggered from Dong Zheng who entered from the back door, the brothers immediately two People decided to go to the nave at the main entrance to have a look.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the atrium. The stained glass windows on both sides were illuminated by the pink sky, showing a magnificent and eerie color on the floor and walls. The rows of benches were empty, and the huge dome arched high. On the top of the head, a magnificent religious painting is painted.
On the high sandalwood in the front, a pure white coffin was placed quietly, and the golden cross was fixed on the lid, which was turned upside down for some reason. The Latin version of the Bible was spread out on the mission platform next to it, a rose fell to the ground, and the bright red flower was stepped on by someone, showing a strange beauty of being ravaged.
"The coffin is open." Dong Linhai found the nails scattered next to him. He asked Dong Zheng's opinion with his eyes. Dong Zheng looked around it, picked up a nail that had been opened, and said, "open to take a look?"
"Come on." Dong Linhai rolled up his sleeves, and the two brothers joined forces to push open the heavy coffin lid at once, revealing the inside of the coffin in front of them, with nothing inside.
"Nothing?" Dong Linhai snorted.
Dong Zheng saw the blood book on the inner wall at a glance. After reading the words, he frowned and carefully observed whether there were any more traces: "No, it was the inside that ran out."
"Ah?" Dong Linhai tilted his head and tried to identify the piece of English. Under the guidance of his brother, he has learned English well, but he still does not know some rare words similar to "pagan". Dong Zheng translated it in a low voice, and said, "The new life should refer to that woman's child, which is now at Ah Zuo's."
There was dark green mucus in the corner of the coffin, the color was the same as the place where the pagan corpses rotted in the kitchen. Dong Zheng's complexion changed slightly, he immediately reached out and moved Dong Linhai aside, and he also took a few steps back, saying: "Be careful, I Suspect there is a plague here."
Dong Linhai stretched out his head and glanced at him. Although he was also afraid, he was not particularly panicked: "With my uncle here, the plague or something shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Dong Zheng shook his head: "That can't be taken lightly, and we haven't found Victor yet."
Putting the coffin lid back on, Dong Linhai clapped his hands and said, "Then the question is now, where did the contents go?"
"Continue to look for it. This box has just been opened. It is estimated that it will be difficult to deal with in the future."
Cui Zuojing hid in the cabinet, holding his breath, the child in his arms fell asleep, quietly making no sound.
Black mist surging in the steel armor, dragging a heavy giant sword in its hand, it walked through the corridor step by step, passing room after room, two scarlet light spots on the helmet dragged swaying traces, inorganic The cold target scanned everything around him, looking for the unforgivable sinner and bringing him the punishment he deserved.
Heavy footsteps passed by outside the room, and then gradually faded away until the sound almost disappeared. Cui Zuojing breathed a sigh of relief, pushed open the door of the cabinet, and walked out lightly.
Half an hour ago, he killed the pagan who wanted to kill the child in his arms. After that, the armor propped up by the black mist suddenly appeared, dragging the giant sword and starting to chase him.
At first, Cui Zuojing didn't understand why. He played against the armor and found that he couldn't do any damage to it at all. In this box, it was an absolutely invincible judge.
When Cui Zuojing passed a mirror during the hiding process, he suddenly realized the reason.
He raised his hand and touched his cheek, and there was a dazzling and ugly red pattern on it, unreservedly showing the guilt he turned down.
He killed a dutiful forest ranger, committed a murder, and came to the church because of his uneasy conscience to repent and clear his sins, but he killed another person and carried another murder on his back.
To this day, he is truly unforgivable.
I don't know when it started, Dong Linhai felt a faint itching in his throat. He coughed a few times, but he felt even more uncomfortable. It was very similar to when he was a child with tonsil inflammation and the unstoppable itching that he woke up every morning when he woke up, especially Unbearable.
Dong Zheng stopped, he frowned slightly and looked at Linhai, and said, "Is it bad?"
"It's okay." As soon as Dong Linhai finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing again. He covered his mouth and waved his hand, "It's just that the throat is so itchy."
Dong Zheng patted him on the back, and he raised his hand to test Dong Linhai's forehead, but he didn't have a fever.
"There's water in the kitchen, I'll boil some for you to drink." Dong Zhengqiang suppressed the ominous hunch in his heart, and he took Dong Linhai to the kitchen on the second floor. The half pot of water that Cui Zuojing had boiled was still there, and the temperature was just right now. Dong Zheng looked at the abnormally decomposed corpse by the wall, and gave Dong Linhai the water to boil again.
Dong Linhai was waiting outside the kitchen. He coughed a few times in a muffled voice from time to time. As time passed, he gradually felt a little hot and dry. Linhai raised his hand and touched his forehead. In just ten minutes, he had faintly burned.
The throat was itchy as if 10,000 ants were crawling. Dong Linhai covered his mouth and coughed violently. The cough made his lungs almost spit out. Something fishy and sweet rushed to the tip of his tongue, and then he was coughed out.
He let go of his hand and lowered his head, the blood on his palm was so dazzling.
At this moment, some kind of panic swept him, Dong Linhai clenched his fist hard, the robe was white and the blood splashed would be very obvious, he had to rub against the wall, trying to wipe the blood.
Five minutes later, Dong Zheng, who had boiled the water, came out, Linhai looked as if nothing had happened, but Dong Zheng still smelled the faint smell in the air.
Dong Zheng grabbed Dong Linhai's wrist and forced him to stretch out the hand behind him: "Show me."
"Nothing." Dong Linhai was reluctant.
"let me see."
Dong Zheng's tone was extremely stern. Lin Hai was always afraid of his appearance, so he obediently stretched out his hand.
The bloodstain was so dazzling that Rao had already made a bad guess. Dong Zheng's heart was still abruptly twitching.
"I, I don't know either." At this moment, Dong Linhai finally showed his uncontrollable true feelings. It only took 30 minutes for him to change from being alive and kicking to the appearance of hemoptysis now. The indescribable panic made him The language organization began to be chaotic, "Even if it is a plague, how can it be so fast? I didn't have direct contact with those corpses, and we have always been together, brother, you have nothing to do?"
Dong Zheng did not feel any discomfort until now. He handed the water bowl to Dong Linhai and said, "Let's go, let's go to Victor."
Lin Hai shook his head, but even now, his mind is still clear. The three years of experience in the pure white world have made this eighteen-year-old boy truly transform: "No, no, I will definitely infect you if I continue like this, I'll find a place to hide first, brother, go to uncle, and come back to me after we meet."
Dong Zheng, who has always been steady and calm, hesitated at this time. He knew that Linhai's decision was the right one, but he couldn't really bear to leave him alone to find Victor. He needs someone to take care of him now.
Dong Zheng recalled that when they first arrived at the Pure White Realm, in Hamelen, he was slashed on the back by a sword from the knight Henry and almost died. At that time, Lin Hai was always by his side, trying his best to save him. s life.
Seeing Dong Zheng's hesitation, Dong Linhai said, "Brother, believe me, I'm no longer a child."
"Okay." Dong Zheng took a deep breath and agreed, "I'll go to Victor, you can find a place to hide nearby, don't let the pagans find out, you must take care of yourself, I will come back as soon as possible."