The two Xinchuan killers were still unconscious, making Xu Changqing's attempt to interrogate the news fail. The blow to the back of the head was much more lethal than expected. Blood oozed from the corners of the eyes of the two killers, and when they opened their eyelids, their pupils were obviously dilated, and it was difficult to say whether they could be saved.

There was no one else in the house. Xu Changqing found the rope, tied the two killers to both sides of the living room, and gagged their mouths tightly to ensure that they couldn't scream even if they woke up, and finally closed the window tightly and turned on the gas. When the police come, let them slowly think about what kind of case this is.

Just as he was about to leave, as if suddenly remembered, his gaze fell on the pistol that Kume Maruzo had discarded. Maybe it was still useful, he thought about it for a moment, and then walked over to pick it up. However, as soon as he started it, he didn't feel right. It was a Glock compact pistol, but it didn't match the weight of the Glock he was familiar with. He withdrew the magazine and smiled wryly, it turned out to be a toy gun with BB bullets. What martial artist is above board? Tricking himself with a toy gun, Kume's bald head is simply ...... It's cheap.

The leader is gone. Fortunately, it is now an information society, and if everything is undecided, you can ask Google.

The results were unexpected. This St. Clys Church is actually very famous. Whether it's before or after it's scrapped.

Before it was abandoned, it was once a famous religious site and orphanage in Horoza. Masako Kuroki, the abbot who presided over the church, took in nearly 100 orphans without any government funding and relied entirely on social donations to raise them.

Before it was abandoned, it was also a scene with a good reputation. It is located on a small island in the middle of a lake, surrounded by water and only connected by a bridge. A lot of people like to go to church on weekends. Walking in the shade of green trees, sitting on the emerald lake and water, and lingering in the ears of sacred and solemn chanting, there is indeed a feeling of soul sublimation.

Overnight, however, heaven turned into hell.

In just one night, the nuns and orphans of St. Cries died in a horrible death. It is said to be an eyewitness. Overnight, the holy church almost turned into a bloody hell. On the ground in front of the statue of the Virgin, blood is painted in a huge and intricate strange symbol. The corpses were arranged in various shapes and lay on top of those symbols. They all had their eyes wide open, and the terrified expressions on their faces before they died.

The police immediately cordoned off the inside and outside of the church. The bridge was sealed off with black and yellow tape, and eye-catching warning signs were erected. Since then, no one has dared to approach the church. The flowers and trees were unpruned and spread wildly, soon covering the pedestrian path. Even the windows of the church were entwined and blocked, and from a distance, it looked like a green tomb.

And that's just a dozen days ago. Why do those flowers and plants grow so fast? Nobody knows. By word of mouth, it is said that the devil who suppressed under the church was released to make it what it is today.

Xu Changqing naturally didn't believe in any devils. In his opinion, this matter is more like the handiwork of the fog demon. Although he didn't know how the guy did it, according to the information of his previous life, this guy's most powerful means was to drive the undead. When the fog demon was at its most rampant, in order to collect the records of large-scale killings that his subordinates often slaughtered villages and towns, they couldn't count them.

Being able to kill hundreds of people in one go in one night shows that the fog demon has accumulated a considerable degree of strength. Xu Changqing faintly felt pressure in his heart.

The church of St. Clay may have left some clues. Just for this reason, it is necessary to make a trip.

Park your car outside a convenience store more than 200 meters away, and the spire of the church is already faintly visible.

Xu Changqing decided to walk over. The car has a large target and is easy to notice. It was clear that there could not be only one person in the abandoned church. If the people sent by the Shinkawa group to guard her are alarmed, things will be even more troublesome. Stealth has always been Xu Changqing's purpose, and he likes to tackle opponents quietly.

When I walked to the bridge, I saw the cordon left by the police. However, there was not even half of the guard, and a few pieces of black and yellow plastic tape were useless. The traces left by the previous group are quite obvious. They drove in, leaving a few clear ruts on the bridge.

There were two cars parked in front of the church, both of which were 7-seater Hondas, which matched the ruts. Excluding Xia Cheng who was kidnapped, there may be thirteen opponents hiding in the abandoned church.

Unable to determine whether there was a lookout post on the other side, Xu Changqing did not dare to swagger over the bridge. It's summer and the water isn't too cold. He took off his clothes and put them on his head, went around under the bridge, and quietly swam to the opposite side. The lake was only about sixty or seventy meters wide, and soon reached the opposite shore. He simply wiped the water traces from his body, changed his clothes, and patiently observed.

The old church with red brick walls and the slender bell tower are in the Lucian Orthodox style. In the empty grass in front of the door, only flocks of foraging pigeons walked around.

Quack-quack-quack-

There was a terrible hoarse cry in the air, and when I looked up, it turned out to be a flock of ravens, about seven or eight. They stand in a row on the cross at the top of the bell tower, occasionally flapping their black feathers.

It was early afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly on the long floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the church. Occasionally, ravens would fly around the church, their long reflections reflected in the multicolored glass.

The doors of the church are open, and the chapel is dimly lit, contrasting with the bright sunlight outside. Looking at the door, Xu Changqing suddenly realized that this was a trap. Kumemaruzo's purpose in staying in the Red House must have been to get him here. Win or lose, the bald man has a way to get the job done.

Sure enough, the sound of shouting sounded from the bell tower. The ravens scattered and quacked in the air.

"Mr. Kenjiro Shirai, come out! We've seen you! ”

The voice on the bell tower looked very proud, and shouted loudly: "When you parked in front of the convenience store, you probably didn't notice that the clerk inside was one of us, right?" The car that Xia Cheng lent you has long been under our surveillance. Mr. Shirai, your every move can't escape our eyes! ”

Has it already been discovered? Do you want to go out in a dignified manner?

No, Xu Changqing carefully looked at the people shouting on the bell tower, and found that he was shouting in the other direction at all. They may have spotted the car, but they had absolutely no idea where it was. This is nothing more than psychological warfare, trying to trick yourself into taking the initiative to stand up.

How can I make you wish? He sneered to himself and walked along the lake to the back of the church.

Generally speaking, the pattern of religious buildings such as churches is very regular. The chapel is the main body, with a bell tower above the main entrance and long floor-to-ceiling windows lined with glazed panels on both sides. Often at the end of the long window, there is a small door near the icon for the clergy to enter and exit. This St. Clais Church is probably no exception.