On the back of Alice's hand, a handkerchief was tied, and two blood stains slowly spread through the handkerchief. Zach stroked Alice's arm and led her into the church.

The creaking of the floor moved with Zach and Alice's footsteps, and it was a very old church. The gray-yellow wooden seats have a small amount of patent leather that has not yet fallen off, curled up, and breaks and falls when someone walks by. Tiny specks of dust float in the light through the faded painted windows, bringing to life the sword-wielding angel statue erected by the wall.

Several nuns walked quickly through the window, Zach lowered the brim of his hat to block out the sunlight, and he saw them enter the clergy's work area behind the church, and in the open and closed door, the figures of the caretaker and priest flashed away. The caretaker was discussing the funeral with the clergy.

"So quiet. ”

At the very front, a one-man high cross is standing in the air, the arms of the 'Holy Son' on the cross are outstretched, there is pain on the face of the slight side, and the eyes of the 'hey' look at the beings in front of him are full of pity.

Underneath the cross, a row of lit candles darkens the statue above.

Mrs. Quinn sat alone in front of the candle with her back to the church door, looking up slightly at the statue of the Son representing the atonement. I must have heard the voices of 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 unlike any other church. ”

"What's the point?" said Mrs. Quinn, turning to look at Zack, who had just finished drawing a cross on his chest.

"Atonement. Mrs. Quinn. Zach turned around and explained.

With a relieved look on her face, Lady Quin nodded, and looked back at the statue of the Holy Son.

Zach is not wrong when he says that most churches are not so solemnly decorated. Most of the statues on the altar are mainly of the cross or the Mother of God in her arms to nurse the Child, and there will be no adult Son Suffering, after all, the story of the Son's Passion is too cruel for ordinary people.

The church's proximity to the Grande's cemetery to the east and Barton's No. 1 Prison to the west has changed its function from giving hope to guiding sinners to atone, thus creating its unique atmosphere and style.

I asked the vampire if he could turn back on this day in this church that represents the atonement and would make a different decision to take a completely different path for everyone's lives? ”

"Mrs. Quinn, I know it may be impolite to ask such a question, but, I would like to ask: Mrs. Quinn, are you guilty?" Zach turned Mrs. Quinn's wheelchair and turned her into the statue of the Passion of the Son facing her.

Mrs. Quinn looked at Zach who was crouching, her dry lips slightly open, perhaps influenced by the environment: "I'm guilty. ”

Alice closed the door behind the altar, leaning her thin body against the somewhat decaying door. Now, they don't want anyone to bother.

The light green in the vampire's eyes disappeared and was replaced by red: "Now, Lady Quinn, confess your sins before the Holy Son." ”

Twisted will, Mrs. Quinn recounts in her hoarse voice a deception that has lasted for twenty years!

A qiē begins with a family scandal witnessed by an underage child! And this child is now Pochi! The young Pochi and the sudden outbreak of war make the truth hidden. With the help of the impact of the war, the Quinns began to sponsor orphans and disabled soldiers, diverting public opinion and preserving the status and wealth of 'Quinin'.

As Pochi grew up, the Quinns' grip on their once young children became weaker and weaker. The conflict between Zu and Sun also grows more and more intense, and when the Quunins realize that they will eventually withdraw from this world, they begin to use the last resort to restrain the increasingly wild Pochi-Legacy.

When Mrs. Quinn said this, Zach breathed a sigh of relief, because strictly speaking, Mrs. Quinn was not a sinner!

"Lady Quinn, is your legacy really going to be left to Pochi?"

Madame Quinn was a little confused, she didn't know why she said this, she looked up at the statue of the Holy Son, maybe it was the atmosphere here. However, since she has already said it, there is no need to keep it, after all, she also understands that she does not have much time, and maybe being able to come to such a church before she dies is the last chance that God will give her!

"Of course not! he doesn't deserve this, I may not be a respectable person, but the property of 'Quinch' is truly great! Poch, not worthy!" Mrs. Quinn was a little angry and a little helpless. At least as it goes, Poch won't let any lawyer get near her, which means she can't change her will!

"Well, I guess I can help you. Zach smiled.

"Hmph. Mrs. Quinn snorted, as if amused by Zack: "How are you going to help me? Do you have the qualifications to notarize a will? You try to delay this funeral as much as possible, just to help me!"

Madame Quinn stretched out her withered hand, as if trying to fiddle with the wheelchair's wheel so that she could continue facing the statue of the Son. You have just confessed your 'sins', and now you should pray and ask for forgiveness.

Zach watched Mrs. Quinn's movements and helped her turn the wheelchair.

"I can help you procrastinate, but your time, I'm afraid, doesn't need me to do much. Zach said.

After Mrs. Quinn finished drawing the cross, she clasped her hands in front of her chest and said lightly: "I know, maybe three days, maybe one day, maybe today." ”

"May I ask what ailments Madame and Mr. have?" Zach stood next to his wheelchair and took off his gloves.

"I don't know. "At first it was just an inconspicuous mole, then it moved to the bones and internal organs, and the doctor said that something was eating away at our body. Perhaps our sins have been punished. ”

Zach shook his head, "Mrs. Quinin, I don't think it's human instinct to cover up the scandal of the family, even if this is considered a crime, you and Mr. Quinin's good deeds have long made up for it." ”

"You don't have 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 to the altar, the half-human height stone pillar was recessed in the middle, and in the white stone basin, the clear holy water could not reflect the shadow of the bloody ghost.

Zach rolled up his sleeves and turned his back to Mrs. Quinn to bite his finger.

"It has long been believed that holy water can make a sin visible. Zach reached out and took the cup handed by Alice, held up a glass of holy water, and ran his bloodstained fingers across the rim of the cup, "If Mrs. Quinn insists on believing that she is guilty, I don't know, is Madame willing to prove it?"

Zach handed the cup to Alice, ignoring the unhealed wound and putting on his gloves. Why didn't it heal?

Mrs. Quin looked at the glass that Alice handed her with some confusion, the holy water in it was not very clear, like diluted whiskey.

Seeing Mrs. Quinin's hesitation, Alice stuffed the cup into Mrs. Quinin's hand, and her thin palm pressed Mrs. Quinin's hand holding the cup, the handkerchief tied to the back of her hand had been untied, and two points of red were imprinted on her fair skin, "Madam, drink!"

Mrs. Quinn nodded helplessly, smiled at Alice, lifted her glass, and drank it.

I can't describe how Mrs. Quinn's feelings were, because, let's face it, such a busy philanthropist doesn't have the time to sit down face-to-face with me and waste an afternoon telling me what happened. However, I can spoil to everyone, in a small article.

When a memory or event is too long, the time span is too large, and it takes too long to tell. You can let the vampire gently bite you, then cut the vampire's finger, fill it with his blood, and feed it to the person you want to tell, so that you don't have to say a word and the narrative is done! Note: This process should not be too long, because the vampire's wound will not heal until the blood that carries events and memories has found a carrier, and you don't want the vampire to starve due to excessive blood loss, so take a few more bites of you!

So, I can only use one vague sentence for Mrs. Quinn.

Mrs. Quinn, she put down the cup, first confused, then stunned, then angry, and finally, finally, she pushed away the wheelchair behind her, broke the cup in her hand, and stared at the crucifixion statue of the Holy Son in front of her with her fists clenched!

"Pochi!!"

Zach walked quickly behind Mrs. Quinn and lifted up the wheelchair, and Alice helped Mrs. Quinin, who had not stood on her own for a long time, and with the joint efforts of the two, pressed Mrs. Quinn back into the wheelchair.

"What's wrong with Mr. Poch Quinn?" Zach asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mrs. Quinn's eyes widened, and there was a lot of love flashing in her eyes, but she couldn't ask, "How did you do it?!"

"Do what?" Zach put on a puzzled expression, "Did Lady Quin see anything, could it be that the holy water really gave Lady any inspiration?" Zach smiled slightly, "I always thought it was just a legend. Legend has it that holy water also has the ability to heal injuries, I wonder how Madame feels now?"

Mrs. Quinn was silent, trying to find a clue in Zach's eye, but she saw nothing. Mrs. Quinn closed her eyes and reopened them after a long time: "You say, you can help me, then, sue me, what do you want?"

The corners of the vampire's mouth are lightly raised, and it is a very pleasant thing to talk to intelligent people. Louise, King, and Mrs. Quinn, they are all intelligent people, and after encountering an unexplainable event with common sense, they do not panic, but reflect. Louise immediately sought asylum, King offered to cooperate, and Mrs. Quinn was smarter, and she saw with her wealth of experience that it was a deal.

"I want you and your friends, as you can see, the estate of the House of Grande is falling and we need customers who are stable. Zach's pale green eyes were already bent.

When Zach saw the group of staggering rich and noble old people in the living room of the [Grande Funeral Home], he started this idea, the traditional funeral industry is dying, fortunately, the older generation of rich people who hesitate between the trend and the tradition are also dying, if Zach wants to continue to maintain the Grande House, he needs these people to stop hesitating and choose traditional ......

Mrs. Quinn's eyes narrowed, and she couldn't help laughing: "Hehehe." Funny guy, did you let me see the truth and heal me in order to continue my influence among my friends?"

Zach smiled and shook his head, "No, no, Mrs. Quinn, don't put the miracle of the Son on me. I can't afford it. ”

"A miracle?" Mrs. Quin nodded, and patted Zach on the shoulder with her blood-colored hand, "Well, deal." ”

"Deal!" Zach gripped Mrs. Quinn's palm.