The Smiths.

An ordinary and perfect Chinese-class family never thought that the terrible catastrophe they suddenly encountered would be because of an ordinary dinner.

Mrs. Smith's fridge was marinated in maple syrup, which was intended to be the star of dinner, and the thick ribs were placed in a translucent plastic bucket with a lid. About twenty hours of marinating from last night to today, it only takes a few more hours to roast in the oven to make a perfect meat dish -

As she was stuck in the basement with her hands tied to the back of a chair with cold rope and silver electrical tape wrapped around her ankles, even Mrs. Smith herself had no idea why her brain kept repeating the precautions and steps of the baking tutorial like a broken video recorder.

Of course, the most likely explanation is that her brain is indeed broken.

The fragile and soft mass of gray-white protein had no way to comprehend what was in front of him, and there was no way to deal with the sudden panic.

After several hours of panic, the middle-aged woman's eyes were empty and confused.

"Help—help—"

Beside her, in another metal dining chair, her husband was howling at a black vent. The long screaming made his face turn purple, and earthworm-like veins burst out of his forehead and neck.

On the other side of Mr. Smith was an almost identical dining chair, and another middle-aged man who was also restrained and unable to move.

The man was older than Mr. Smith, and his slightly chubby body combined with his rounded face always looked amiable on weekdays.

And now every muscle of the man slackened, and his amiable face became old and haggard, and he stared at Mrs. Smith in a daze, as if half of his soul had died.

The man was a close friend of their family, and in the twenty years of their relationship, Mrs. Smith had never seen him look so embarrassed—especially since his temperament had changed since he became a senior priest of the Adventists.

For a few years, he was like one of those real big guys, and he had an unattainable aura. Well, that's exactly what it is. As the Advent expanded, people like him did have a significant presence in the region. Even the Smith family gradually climbed up from the most ordinary working family because of their relationship with him, and finally got a good life they never thought of before.

So, when Crowe came to the house each week to dine with them, Mrs. Smith would always be very attentive in preparing dinner for that day.

Her maple syrup ribs –

"Help—hey, Mary! Mary! What are you doing?!Help! We've got to find a way to call for help! What are you doing stupidly there!"

Suddenly, Mr. Smith's roar reached her ears from a long distance.

She stared at her husband's distorted face for a long time before she realized what he was shouting.

"No one will hear it. ”

She muttered.

It was as if there was another personality in her body manipulating her lips and tongue.

"We're going to be killed, dear, we're going to be killed, you're going to anger those people by shouting so much......"

As she spoke, the things that Mrs. Smith had cut off from her consciousness irretrievably returned to her brain.

She hadn't seen the man's face at all, but she remembered the great fear.

That's no ordinary robber, and it's not an outlaw.

Is that......

It was a monster without any humanity, a devil.

Mrs. Smith was more acutely aware of this than anyone else, but it was clear that her husband was far more dull and stupid than she was at such times.

The pampered man was utterly frightened, perhaps worse than the bewildered, frightened Mrs. Smith.

In the face of his wife's muttering, Mr. Smith continued to yell like an enraged bull.

After discovering that his wife had become self-absorbed in his own thoughts, he changed the object of his yelling to his friend.

"Crow, you have to think of a way! You're a senior priest of the Adventists! you can always think of a way!" shouted Mr. Smith, a commanding tone that he wouldn't have dared to use on Crow in normal times, but by this time he had completely lost his mind to the point of revealing his true nature, "Fucking don't you always say that the so-called Son is very effective?!shouldn't it come to save His followers at this time?!Think?!I can't fucking die here, I don't want to die......"

Pastor Crowe rolled his gray eyes to Mr. Smith.

"I've prayed, my dear, I've been praying—"

He muttered.

But so what? God, do you really think that there are gods in this world who can save people?

But Pastor Crowe didn't tell the stupid couple what was really going on in his mind.

What's more, you guys are not Adventists at all, and at this time, you can justifiably try to save you.

Pastor Crow thought sarcastically.

Yes, he is indeed "good friends" with the Smiths, but the reason why he is willing to deign to maintain this ethereal "friendship" is partly because he has a "friendship" with Mrs. Smith that exceeds the ordinary boundary, and on the other hand, because of their daughter.

Twelve, seven and four years old.

Born with light blonde hair and slightly purple blue eyes, as well as a beautiful face that is due to youth and good genes.

These three children are simply the perfect candidates for the "Holy Child".

Crow is well aware that since the Great Fire in Angel Town, public opinion has focused on the Adventists. The originally rather unscrupulous selection of holy children also had to be hidden underground.

This has led to an extreme shortage of "holy children".

If Crow can succeed in pulling such a high-quality "holy child" into Adventism, he can logically take another step up.

The only downside was that the Smiths were quite stubborn, and Crow never really persuaded them to join the Advent (of course, most of the time they seemed interested in the Adventists, but they were only interested in the benefits that Crow brings), so it was even more unlikely that they would agree to let their beloved daughters participate in the Advent Boys.

["Oh, dear, you know, about that 'holy child'...... There are some not-so-good rumors. Of course, I knew that it was just rumors, but I still couldn't control it, and the doctor said that I might have a slight panic attack, so I ......"]

Crowe could even recall Mrs. Smith's false prevarication.

Oh damn it, damn it, a fucking idiot.

Crow thought with resentment in his heart.

He shouldn't have wasted so much useless time on this family, the three girls...... As long as he wanted to, he would always find a way to lure them away from his parents' sight.

He regretted that his last shred of kindness had stopped those dark thoughts, and that was why he had come to this point.

Knocked unconscious by the damn robbers and then tied to a stool and left cold and hungry for hours. Like Mr. Smith, Crow did not realize that the "prisoner" they had never met was no ordinary criminal.

He didn't even panic like Mr. Smith, because Crow was pretty sure that what the other man wanted was not their lives.

"Calm down, man, those guys wouldn't have bothered to tie us up if they just wanted to kill us. I think they might just want some money, maybe they're rummaging things over it at this point. When they get what they want, they'll leave. Mary is right, you don't have to shout like that, no one can hear it, and you can anger those people. ”

"Shut up—"

Mr. Smith glared at Crow with red eyes.

"Catherine, they've been taken away by those people, and you have no idea what those people will do to them—"

Mrs. Smith burst into tears when her husband spoke of her daughter.

Yes, she had been refusing to think about it because she knew she was going to have a complete breakdown. None of the Smiths' daughters were in the basement, and the couple and Crowe didn't even know where they were and what they were going through.

There is no need to communicate in words, and the three adults who have been in the world for a long time have a very ominous premonition.

And Crow's face was even more gloomy, after all, if the three girls really suffered something, he would not be able to find such three high-quality girls to give away.

But Mr. Smith was still glaring at Crow.

"Wait, is it you-"

"What?"

"I've heard that the Adventists secretly find a way to steal the children out of the eyes of their parents. It may be a game you made, you just pretend to be tied up here like us, but in reality, those robbers are all your acquaintances, and you want to rob our daughter......"

"Are you crazy?!How could I do such a thing-"

Crowe glared at Mr. Smith in disbelief and retorted.

Mrs. Smith wept incessantly in his ear, causing him to feel irritated.

"We're just the most ordinary family, I can't think of anything here that would attract robbers, and their appearance is so strange, you said you were going to come over for dinner, and then they appeared-"

"Woo woo woo ......"

"I didn't! how could I do that-"

……

Just as the basement was in the midst of chaos, a low voice suddenly appeared.

"Poof, I didn't even know that you could all be so lively in the basement. ”

Everyone was silent and looked at the basement door that had suddenly opened.

A tall figure was leaning against the door frame, smiling down at the embarrassed victims.

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