Cui Zuojing held the child who had lost his breath in his arms, and really felt what it meant to be at a loss.
It took less than an hour from the child showing symptoms of low-grade fever, to difficulty breathing, and then to no breath.
Cui Zuojing had already found the restroom of the clergymen, and wrapped the child tightly with the clothes in their closet. In addition, it was very warm in his arms. But these measures were of no use at all. The child's fever was getting higher and higher.
Cui Zuojing was very anxious when he saw it. Higher animals cared about their cubs because of their instinct inscribed in their blood. Although they were not his children, Cui Zuo saw the spreading blood spots under the child's soft and delicate skin. Jing's heart was still tightly clenched.
But he couldn't do anything, he could only watch the child gradually lose his breath in his arms.
He has only been in this world for a few hours, and now he is back with the gods.
But according to the blood book left in the coffin, this child is an important person in the box. Now that he is dead, how should the plot related to it in the box continue
Cui Zuojing was in a state of turmoil. Although the newborn was fragile, and he didn't take care of the child very often, this form of rapid death was obviously an infection of some kind of disease unknowingly.
Cui Zuojing thought of the decomposing body of the priest in the coffin of the nave, and his heart gradually sank.
The so-called curse of the pagans was indeed some kind of plague. He had been in close contact with the priest and the pagans in the kitchen, and he might have been infected.
Find Victor as soon as possible.
But before that, he needs to dispose of the child's body.
In order to prevent the spread of the plague, he should burn the sick corpse, but there are no conditions for cremation here. Cui Zuojing had to return to the nave, wanting to put the child with the priest, and then strictly seal the coffin.
On the way to the nave, he saw the traces left by Dong Zheng and Victor at the corner of the wall, and his spirit was shocked. He knew that Victor was with Dong Zheng now, and his hanging heart relaxed a little, which meant that In any case, Dong Zheng will not have the risk of contracting the plague.
He quickly rushed to the nave and opened the heavy coffin lid again, only to find that it was empty inside.
The priest's body is gone.
Has anyone been here? Or... the corpse ran away on its own
Cui Zuojing frowned, a strange smell emanated from the coffin, he covered his mouth and couldn't help coughing twice.
The ominous premonition in his heart became more and more serious. He put the child's still warm body into the empty coffin. Cui Zuojing silently read the blood book on the coffin wall again and closed the coffin again.
Knowing that Dong Zheng and Victor are in the church now, the stupidest way is to follow the signs to find them. Now that he has no children and is back alone, Cui Zuojing can make some noise at will to attract his companions.
How to make a huge noise
Dong Zheng and Victor are walking among the blooming roses.
They had already explored the entire church. Victor came from the cemetery at the back. The only thing that had not been searched was the beautiful rose field in front of the church.
In the sweet scent of roses, Victor was keenly aware of an unusual smell. He frowned suspiciously, squatted down and picked up a pinch of soil, and put it on his nose to sniff carefully.
Humans' sense of smell is much weaker than that of cats. Victor turned into a cat. He lowered his head and sniffed the ground carefully. He dug his paws and buried his nose in the small hole he dug out. He could smell it more clearly. A faint smell.
"There seems to be something underground." Victor stood up and said.
Dong Zheng heard the words and squatted down to dig with Victor. They couldn't find a suitable tool for the time being, so they could only use their hands. After digging about twenty centimeters, under the soil, Dong Zheng encountered a hand.
The hand was cold, and the fingers were stiffly curled up. Dong Zheng made a move, he and Victor looked at each other, and immediately went to another place ten meters away, and began to dig quickly.
The rose fell to the ground, exuding a fragrance that faithfully covered the ominous rotten stench, and after digging for a while, Dong Zheng encountered something hard again that shouldn't be in the soil—only this time it was a face-down head.
The man's collar was soiled with dirt, but he could still see that it was a white robe, and the thin line around his neck was embellished with a silver-white cross.
Dong Zheng stopped his hand, nausea came up, and he lost the desire to dig further.
He thought he had found the missing believers in the church.
These people were killed by pagans, and their bodies were buried in the doorway of the church, and then large roses were planted to cover up the rotten smell with the fragrance of flowers.
Victor dug further, exposing the upper half of the entire corpse in front of him. He ripped open the man's clothes and saw dense internal bleeding spots on his skin, as well as large areas of decay.
"He died of the physical harm caused by the meme." Victor put the soil back on the corpse, he stood up, and said, "It is unclear whether the anomaly carrying the meme was brought by the pagans, or if the thing was originally Existence and church."
"In this case, the plot of the box will be divided into two completely different possibilities." Dong Zheng nodded, "The pagan brought anomalous items, infected the cultists, and buried them here. Or the anomalous items originally existed in In the church, those black-robed people who are called heretics came to clear the anomaly, and they also dealt with the bodies of infected members.”
The second scenario sounds absurd. If the anomaly has always existed, how did the cultists survive before? But in the box, any situation may arise, and the current logic is unreasonable, it may just be because not enough clues have been collected.
"The most urgent task is to find Linhai. His identity is the Holy Son. Uncle, you have probably made your own guilt. If you commit another crime before confessing to Linhai, you will become like me and be chased and killed by the black fog."
But where exactly is Linhai? How are you now
No one knows the answer.
The two continued to explore in the rose field in silence, hoping to find other clues. At this moment, a loud noise came from a corner of the church, extremely heavy, as if two walls collided with a thousand forces. general.
Dong Zheng turned his head suddenly, and didn't know why he had such an imagination. He and Victor exchanged glances and ran towards the church.
Cui Zuojing was trying to find a way to cut off the gorgeous chandelier in the side hall, so that it would fall down to attract the attention of the companions in the church. The brand on his face showed no sign of disappearing. Will move the target and stare at him again.
"Ahhh!"
The shrill scream sounded without warning, Cui Zuojing turned back suddenly, he heard the owner of the voice, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Wangque!
Cui Zuojing immediately gave up all plans and ran in the direction of the voice. The girl's scream was already hoarse and every word was crying.
"Go away! Don't come here!"
The colored windows on the side of him passed quickly, and there was fresh blood on the corridor that Cui Zuojing had never seen before. meandering.
When did he die? who killed him? Hang him on it again
Cui Zuojing had no time to think about this. He rushed across the corridor, turned the corner, and ran up to the second floor. A previously locked door in front of him had been opened, and a gap had leaked out.
Cui Zuojing pushed the door open and rushed in.
The next second, the flirtatious blood red reflected on his retina, as if this color was the only one left in the world.
On the high wall, the girl was nailed into a cross by three sharp cones like a doll to be played with, and a crown of thorns was worn on her head. The flowing blood painted strange and evil lines on the walls, making her skin pale.
Wang Que's black pupils lost their luster before, and fell silent forever, staring straight at the statue of Mary embracing the Son on the opposite wall.
Countless insect corpses were scattered on the ground, so densely packed that it was almost impossible to find a place to go. No matter what danger the bird encountered, the transparent insects to protect her would appear as soon as possible. of liquid.
This time they must have tried their best, but after all, they failed to protect their master.
Cui Zuojing looked up at Wang Que blankly, his mind was blank. This was the first time after many years that he had faced the death of his companion so closely.
He hadn't seen Alan when he died, and his feelings were still with the Joker. Cui Zuojing stood there blankly, the warm liquid flowing quietly down his cheeks and dripping onto the transparent corpse on the floor.
The blood-stained horse chess piece pendant was tied to Wang Que's neck with a thin rope, hanging in the air, still shaking gently.
It was a dream of the circus, and it was given to her by Luo Xun.
Heavy footsteps came from a distance, getting closer and closer with the harsh sound of the giant sword mopping the ground.
After an unknown amount of time, Cui Zuojing stepped out of the room one step at a time. The black mist in armor had already walked around the corner, and his soul-fired eyes saw the young man in front of him.
Cui Zuojing was drowned in a tsunami of sadness surging in his chest. He finally glanced at Wang Que, who was pinned up like Jesus, and closed his eyes hard, so tears fell.
Hei Wu quickened his pace, impatiently wanting to cut off the sinner's head.
Cui Zuojing let out a hoarse whimper from his throat, and the fishy sweetness came to the tip of his tongue. Facing the enemy who could not be harmed, all he could do now was to turn around and flee.