"Xiao Gang, come here. ”

The boy's name was Li Gang, and Xiao Gang was just Father Stella's affectionate name for him.

"You were injured last time you ran around, right? ”

Xiao Gang pulled up the cuffs of his trousers, revealing his still slightly red and swollen knees.

"Well, there's nothing to do anymore, eat well, sleep well, and it will be fine in a few days, let's go play." ”

The boy nodded, and immediately joined the cheering group outside.

The sermon to the children has ended, but Father Stella's own sermon has only just begun. It's as if he couldn't live without his faith.

He walked through the corridor to the room where there was the altar of the cross, and knelt down on one knee, his hands clasped with his fingers clasped, and the corners of his gray trench coat were spread flat on the ground, and his neat posture gave people an indescribable sense of ritual.

"God......"

"Please give me the strength to change what I can. ”

"Please give me peace and accept what I can't change. ”

"Please give me wisdom to discern the difference between the two. ”

..................

Without continuing, an uninvited guest interrupted his peace of mind at this moment.

If you look closely behind Father Nastra, there seems to be a shadow in the corner.

The shadow of the figure was too dark, the door was always open, and I don't know when he had been standing there.

Shadows emerge from the corners.

With his naturally curly short hair, sparse eyebrows, somewhat wide nose, thick lips, and extremely dark complexion, it is no wonder that no one can see him standing in the dark.

I have to say that it is indeed a very handsome face.

"Joel Jordan. ”

Father Stella pronounced the name of the shadow.

"You can call me Jojo. That's what everybody calls it. ”

After saying that, Qiao Qiao shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"Did I disturb you?"

Father Stella stood up, came face to face with Jojo and said maliciously, "That doesn't matter, but it'......"

"I'd like to know why the former World Heavyweight Champion joined us all of a sudden, and if you're sick?"

In fact, Father Stella did not mean anything, he was concerned about Jojo's physical condition, but he was too straight, and Jojo's mind was even straighter.

The former World Heavyweight Champion is silent without being insulted, not to mention, what he hates most is that others look down on him.

"If you talk to a non-existent person in heaven, you are the one who has a problem with his brain. ”

Father Stella's eyes widened with his unexpected remarks. But Jojo was going to continue.

"If there really is such a being in the world that can create the world and turn everything upside down with its own power, people should be afraid instead of blindly worshipping. ”

Father Stella opened his mouth slightly, two rows of teeth clenched together, and squeezed out a smile.

He didn't know when two steel knives appeared in his hands, and the steel knives were like kitchen knives in the kitchen, except that the front end of the same short grip was a long arm blade.

"What the hell are you insulting me now...... Or are you insulting my God?"

Ha...... Father Stella bared his teeth and let out a breath of heat, closing in on Jojo.

"As far as I know, you don't have any faith. ”

As soon as the words fell, he raised a steel knife in his hand, and the blade pointed directly at Qiao Qiao. ”

"I don't need any backup in the first place, give me a reason that I can accept, or ...... I will wipe you out of this world in the name of blasphemy. ”

Jojo lowered his head a little, his gaze avoiding the blade, and looking at the floor, looking overwhelmed.

"Why don't you start with why you went to jail?"

Hearing the word prison, Jojo looked up again and looked at Father Stella who was threatening him.

He licked his lips, it seemed that these things were still not easy for him to talk about.

"I had some alcohol that day, and when I walked out of the restaurant, I found people in the back kitchen beating up a young man. ”

"A lad of the same skin color as me. ”

"I was a little impulsive and accidentally made a move. ”

But the blow was too heavy, and struck the temple and took the life of the poor creature. ”

"You know what, I'm not superstitious. I don't believe in these things. I've worked hard so far, and I've always only believed in my fists. ”

"I'm only convinced when it's justified. ”

"I don't believe in the unseen. ”

"But ever since I went to jail, I felt like I had a damn axe hanging from my head. ”

"I can't see it, but I believe it. ”

"Sometimes I wake up and forget how to breathe. ”

Father Stella's steel knife slowly pointed at the floor. Prepare to hear what he has to say next.

"They called me to the warden's room that morning. ”

"They told me I could get out of prison early, but my wife died in retaliation from others. ”

"It's kind of like that kind of good news and bad news, right?"

"Good news, you're free, bad news, your wife is dead. ”

Qiao Qiao wiped his face with his hand, and the incident of half a year ago still made him a little worried.

"After attending my wife's funeral, my reputation as a criminal record was ruined, let alone in the ring, no one would even ask me to shoot commercials. ”

"It's ironic that the police haven't caught my wife's killer for a long time, just because I'm a boxing champion, right?"

"I was a little depressed in the days that followed, and the people who cared about me felt that I couldn't go on like this, so I would occasionally go to church and pray in order to care about their feelings. ”

"That's when the bishop there spotted me and told me that there was a job that was perfect for someone like me, who had nothing. ”

"And that's why I'm standing in front of you. ”

The steel knife in Father Stella's hand was scattered on the ground with a loud noise.

I don't know what part of Jojo's story moved him, or made him identify with it.

"I see, at least that makes sense. ”

With no more hostility, Father Stella reached to the bed next to him and motioned for Jojo to sit down as well.

"Even so, I don't need backup, I like to work alone, I'm used to working alone, and a novice like you will either drag your feet or mishandle it and die hastily. ”

Qiao Qiao didn't sit down, but the person in front of him was also his superior, and since he wanted to act alone, there was no need for him to be bored.

"You, like me, are sinful not for selfish desires, but for ideals. But sin is sin, and you and I will have to accept it one day. For a new order, a new justice, a new world. A—Gate. ”

With that, Father Stella took out the water bottle in his arms and drank the liquid inside.

Qiao Qiao saw this and was very interested.

"Father ...... Do you drink?"

There was a slight smile on the stubble-covered face. Father Stella handed over the water bottle.

"Would you like to take a bite too?"

"Oh...... Oh......"

Qiaoqiao took the wine bottle and sniffed the taste of the bottle, it was indeed wine.

Then he aimed it at his mouth, and without making contact with the mouth of the bottle, he poured the liquid inside into his mouth.

"Vomit...... Wow......"

This is...... What the......?

Vodka? No, whiskey? No.

Vodka to whiskey?

The alcohol concentration has far exceeded that of medical alcohol, and its concentration is simply gasoline.

Qiao Qiao wiped the liquid left on the corner of his mouth, the smell was still a little lingering, just smelling it, he was going to get drunk.

"You're drinking this kind of thing...... You're ......."

Father Stella snatched the bottle and waved his hand. interrupted what he was about to say.

"Alright, let's get out, and don't disturb me for the rest of my prayers. ”

Qiaoqiao, who was played, was a little embarrassed, turned around and went out, and didn't forget to close the door casually.

Father Stella continued to pray through the door.

"God...... I am a sinful man......"

At the same time, in front of the McDonald's of KFC next to it, stood a Taoist priest, a monk, and a disabled person.

In this short month, it can be said that there has been a lot of turmoil, and more and more things have broken into everyone's minds and lingered.

On the surface, this series of enemies is unrelated, but there seems to be a hidden thread that connects all the things that happen, and it is as if there is a person who has untied all the knots that bind them to death.

Although they still have their own thoughts, it is time to report back to the organization.

"That's good, Yinling left directly. ”

Jianming scratched his head with one hand, as if reporting for duty was something very annoying to him.

"Don't say that, maybe I'll pay you for your disability. ”

Aoyama comforted Jianming, and the three of them opened the door to the office on the second floor.

"Yo, we're back. ”

The fat middle-aged man in the chair didn't seem to react.

Immediately turned the chair, and this was facing Jianming and his party.

"Well, you're all pretty energetic. ”

Yuan Shan rubbed his bald head and quipped to relieve the embarrassment: "Hehe...... It's just that he's not dead. ”

"Ahem. The middle-aged man cleared his throat, as if he wasn't speaking very clearly.

"You did a good job this time, there will be bonuses, Jianming, you are injured, the agency will send you as much money as possible. ”

Hearing this, Jianming was still a little happy, after all, Qingshan said that his hand might have a chance to be cured.

"You've had a hard time on this business trip, so let's take a good break for a while. ”

"No problem, right?"

Jianming and Qingshan said in unison: "No problem." ”

Won-sun was a little worried.

"That'...... What if something happens during this time?"

The middle-aged man spread his hands. It seems to be very helpless.

"Since our foreign aid has been injured in other countries, let's ask foreign aid from other countries to come and help. This happens a lot. ”

"Oh?"

Jianming was a little curious.

"Who is here?"

The fat middle-aged man held his chin in his hand and said the man's name as if he was reluctant.

"Father Tiamat Stella"

Syllable!

Hearing the name, Aoyama slammed the table and stood up.