On the back of Alice's hand, a handkerchief was tied, and two blood stains slowly spread through the handkerchief. Zack stroked Alice's arm and led her into the church.
The creak of the floor followed the footsteps of Zach and Alice. This was a very old church. There is a small amount of patent leather on the gray-yellow wooden seat that has not yet fallen off. It is curled up and will break and fall off when someone walks over it. Through the faded painted windows, microscopic dust floats in the light, giving the statue of an angel holding a sword erected on the wall a sense of life.
Several nuns walked quickly past the window. Zach lowered the brim of his hat to block the sun. He saw them entering the clergy work area behind the church. In the door that opened and closed, the figures of the female nurse and the priest disappeared in a flash. The female caregiver was discussing funeral arrangements with the clergy.
"so quiet."
At the front, a cross as tall as one person was erected in mid-air. The 'Holy Son' on the cross had his arms spread out, and there was pain on his slightly sideways face. 'His' eyes looked at the living beings in front of him with compassion.
Below the cross, a row of burning candles made the statue above it more solemn.
Mrs. Quinn turned her back to the door of the church, sitting alone in front of the candle, looking at the statue of the Son representing the atonement with her slightly raised head. He must have heard the sound of the two people coming in and said, "How long has it been? I haven't seen such a quiet church in a long time."
Zach approached the altar and lit a candle. "It's always so quiet here. Time has given it a meaning different from other churches."
"What's the meaning?" Mrs. Quinn turned to look at Zack who had just finished crossing himself on his chest.
"Atonement. Mrs. Quinn." Zach turned around and explained.
The expression on Mrs. Quinn's face was relieved, she turned her head and looked at the statue of the Holy Child again.
Zach's is not bad, most churches are not decorated so solemnly. Most of the statues on the altar show crosses or the Virgin embracing the Son and nurturing her. There are no adult crucifixions of the Son. After all, the story of the crucifixion of the Son is too cruel for ordinary people.
This church is close to the cemetery owned by Grande in the east and close to the first prison in Barton City in the west. This environment has changed its function from giving hope to ordinary believers to guiding sinners to atone their sins, which makes it unique. There's atmosphere and style.
I once asked a vampire, if he had the ability to reverse time and could go back to this day, in this church that represents atonement, would he make different decisions and let everyone's life trajectory take a completely different path? the way? The vampire was silent for a while, smiled, and replied: "Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to reverse time."
"Mrs. Quinn, I know this may be rude to ask, but I want to ask: Mrs. Quinn, are you guilty?" Zach turned Mrs. Quinn's wheelchair and turned her, who was fascinated by the statue of the Passion of the Son, to face him. .
Mrs. Quinn looked at Zach who was squatting down, her wrinkled lips slightly opened, perhaps affected by the environment: "I am guilty."
Alice closed the door behind the altar and leaned her thin body against the somewhat rotten door. Now, they don't want anyone to bother them.
The light green in the vampire's eyes disappeared and was replaced by red: "Now, Mrs. Quinn, confess your sins before the Son."
With her will twisted, Mrs. Quinn used her dry voice to describe a scam that had lasted for twenty years!
It all started with a family scandal witnessed by a minor child! And this child is now Pochi! The young Pochi and the sudden outbreak of war caused the truth to be covered up. The Quinns took advantage of the influence of the war and started a business to support orphans and disabled soldiers, diverting public opinion and preserving 'Quinn's' status and wealth.
As Porky grew older, the Quinns' control over their once-toddler became weaker and weaker. The conflict between ancestors and grandchildren also became more and more intense. When the Quinns realized that they would eventually withdraw from this world, they began to use the last resort to restrain the increasingly wild Pochi-Legacy.
When Mrs. Quinn finished all this, Zach breathed a sigh of relief, because strictly speaking, Mrs. Quinn was not a sinner!
"Mrs. Quinn, do you really want to leave your inheritance to Porky?"
Mrs. Quinn was a little confused. She didn't know why she was doing this. She looked up at the statue of the Holy Child. Maybe it was the atmosphere here. However, since it has been released, there is no need to hold it back. After all, she also understands that she does not have much time left. Maybe she can come to such a church before she dies. This is the last chance God gives her!
"Of course not! He doesn't deserve to have these. I may not be a respectable person, but Quinn's industry is truly great! Pochi, you don't deserve it!" Mrs. Quinn was a little angry and helpless. At least according to the current direction, Pochi will not let any lawyer get close to her, which also means that she cannot change her will!
"Then, I think I can help you." Zach smiled.
"Hmph." Mrs. Quinn snorted, as if she was amused by Zach: "How can you help me? Are you qualified to notarize wills? You are helping me by delaying the funeral as much as possible!"
Mrs. Quinn stretched out her withered hand, as if trying to turn the wheels of her wheelchair so that she could continue to face the statue of the Son. I have just confessed my 'sin', now I should pray and ask for forgiveness.
Zach watched Mrs. Quinn's movements and helped her turn the wheelchair.
"I can delay it for you, but I'm afraid your time doesn't require anything more from me." Zach said.
After making the sign of the cross, Mrs. Quinn folded her hands on her chest and said calmly: "I know, maybe three days, maybe one day, maybe today."
"Can I ask what diseases the lady and husband are suffering from?" Zach stood next to the wheelchair and took off his gloves.
"I don't know." Mrs. Quinn said calmly: "It was just an inconspicuous mole at first, and then it moved to the bones and internal organs. Doctor, there is something eating away at our bodies. Maybe we are being punished for our sins. "
Zach shook his head, "Mrs. Quinn, I don't think what you did is evil. Covering up the family's scandal is human instinct. Even if it is considered a crime, the good deeds of you and Mr. Quinn have long since made up for it. "
"You don't need to comfort my dying old woman." Mrs. Quinn waved her hand.
"I don't mean to comfort you, I'm telling the truth." Zach walked towards the altar. The half-man-high stone pillar was sunken in the middle. In the white stone basin, the clear holy water could not reflect the shadow of the vampire.
Zach rolled up his sleeves and turned his back to Mrs. Queen, biting his finger.
"For a long time, people have believed that holy water can make all evil appear." Zach reached out to take the cup handed by Alice, filled a cup of holy water, and traced his bloody fingers on the rim of the cup, "If Mrs. Quinn insists on thinking I’m guilty, I don’t know, would Madam be willing to confirm it?”
Zach handed the cup to Alice, ignoring the unhealed wound, and put on his gloves. Why isn't it healing? Everyone will know right away.
Mrs. Quinn looked at the cup handed over by Alice with some confusion. The holy water in it was not very clear, like diluted whiskey.
Seeing Mrs. Quinn's hesitation, Alice put the cup into Mrs. Quinn's hand. Her thin palm pressed Mrs. Quinn's hand holding the cup. The handkerchief tied on the back of the hand had been untied, and two red marks were printed on her fair skin. Go up, "Ma'am, drink!"
Mrs. Quinn nodded helplessly, smiled at Alice, raised the cup, and drank.
I can't describe to you Mrs. Quinn's feelings because, let's face it, such a busy philanthropist doesn't have time to sit down with me face to face and waste an afternoon telling what happened. However, I can spoil for you one of the articles in "100 Ways to Use Vampire Blood".
When a memory or event is too long, spans too long, and takes too long to tell. You can let the vampire bite you gently, then cut the vampire's finger, collect his blood, and then feed it to the person you want to narrate. In this way, you don't have to say a word, and the narration is complete! Note: Please don’t take this process too long, because the vampire’s wounds will not heal until the person’s blood carrying events and memories finds a carrier. You don’t want the vampire to bite you more because of excessive blood loss and hunger. ! Remember! —The Blood Chapter of Carrying Events.
Therefore, I can only use a vague word to convey Mrs. Quinn.
Mrs. Quinn, she put down the cup, first confused, then enlightened, then angry, and finally, she pushed the wheelchair behind her, threw away the cup in her hand, and stared at the saint in front of her with clenched fists. Statue of the Passion of the Son!
"Pochi!!"
Zach walked quickly behind Mrs. Quinn and helped up the wheelchair. Alice supported Mrs. Quinn, who had not been able to stand on her own for a long time. With the combined efforts of the two of them, she pushed Mrs. Quinn back into the wheelchair.
"What's wrong with Mr. Porky Quinn?" Zach asked, raising his eyebrows.
Mrs. Quinn's eyes widened, and many emotions flashed through her eyes, but she couldn't ask: "How did you do that?!"
"What?" Zach put on a puzzled expression: "Did Mrs. Quinn see something? Did the holy water really give Madam any inspiration?" Zach smiled slightly, "I always thought it was just a legend. Yes. The holy water also has the ability to heal injuries and illnesses. I wonder how Madam feels now?"
Mrs. Quinn was silent, trying to find a clue in Zach's eyes, but she couldn't see anything. Mrs. Quinn closed her eyes for a long time and then opened them again: "You, you can help me, then tell me, what do you want?"
The corners of the vampire's mouth curled up slightly. It was a very pleasant thing to talk to smart people. Louise, King, and Mrs. Quinn are all smart people. After encountering events that cannot be explained by common sense, they did not panic, but reflected. Louise immediately sought asylum, King offered cooperation, but Mrs. Quinn was smarter and saw from experience that this was a deal.
"I want you and your friends. As you can see, the Grand House industry is declining, and we need stable customers." Zach's light green eyes have curled up.
Have you thought about it? When Zach saw the group of staggering wealthy old people in the living room of Grande Funeral Home, he came up with this idea. The traditional funeral industry was dying. Fortunately, the old people who hesitated between trend and tradition came up with this idea. A generation of wealthy people are also dying. If Zach wants to continue to maintain the Grand House, he needs these people to stop hesitating and choose tradition...
Mrs. Quinn's eyes narrowed and she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahaha. Funny guy, are you allowing me to see the truth and treat me to continue my influence among my friends?"
Zach smiled and shook his head: "No, no, Mrs. Quinn, don't put the miracle of the Holy Son on me. I can't bear it."
"Is it a miracle?" Mrs. Quinn nodded and patted Zack's shoulder with her restored blood hand: "Then, it's a deal."
"Deal!" Zach held Mrs. Quinn's hand.