Shortly after the start of summer, Barton is about to usher in its first summer rain. Such rains are never gentle, they are accompanied by the irritability of summer, solemn and intense. Even before it really came, the thick gooey dampness in the air was already building up its momentum.

The citizens of Barton City tugged at the clothes that were clinging to their chests, expecting a breeze on the corner to take away their discomfort. But when they got to the corner, there was no shelter from the building, and not only did they not feel the breeze, but they also smelled a special pungent smell in the air that had existed before a thunderstorm.

This made the people on the street speed up, looking at the dark sky, who knows, this rain, will immediately fall on their heads.

"It's time for you to go, we're about to close. The priest with a solemn face walked over to the only person sitting in the benches lined up.

This is the [Memorial Church] in the North District, because there is a more spacious [Mary's Church] in the North District, and few people usually come here. However, due to the previous collapse, Mary's Church has not yet been reopened. This much smaller memorial chapel took over the work of Mary's Chapel - to worship and receive prayers from the faithful.

&n.; Today is not Sunday, but Wednesday. Scattered believers usually go through the confessional with the pastor and then leave after prayer. But this guy who needs to be sent out by the priest to 'drive away' does not seem to have the consciousness to leave.

Wells squinted, trying to identify the person who was walking towards him, "I, do I have to go? I, I have nowhere to go!"

The priest frowned, and he watched as the other man clumsily moved between the sideways benches, stumbling back into the hallway, his eyes already narrowed and helplessly looking around.

The priest sighed helplessly. Crowley's schedule is very strict. But believers are more important. The priest made the choice to sacrifice a dinner that kept the container healthy, and he decided to help the man who was clearly in trouble.

"Don't panic. The priest approached the helpless Wells and put his steady hand on his shoulder, "Have you lost your glasses?"

"Yes!" the former civil servant nodded desperately, blurred in his vision. An object in the shape of a priest had turned to the side and began to help him find his glasses.

"Father, not here!" Wells' face wrinkled with tears, "My glasses are long gone!"

The priest's search stopped, and he frowned, such a real problem, he couldn't solve it. Priest, patting Wells on the shoulder, "Young man, then you should go and get another pair." "But a priest is a priest after all. It is the demons that Crowley has carefully selected and chosen to influence people's hearts, "Prayer does not bring back what is lost, prayer is just a process of regret for loss and discovering cherishing the heart." Your glasses still need your ......"

"Priest!" Wells pulled at a blur in front of him, "I don't have the money to get new glasses!"

The priest's brow furrowed even tighter, and he pulled Wells' hand away from his neckline. "Young man, then you should go to work. Prayer is your determination to desire to survive. It is the testimony of your oath before the Holy Lord, not your almighty vow......"

"Father!" Wells' hand gripped the blurred vision again, and this time he began to shake, accentuating his words, "I used to have a job, and then I didn't! I don't have glasses now, and I can't find a job......"

Wells felt a pain in his hand, which interrupted his own words.

Pulled and wrinkled neckline. Soothed by the priest, the inky black of the eyes retracted the pupils. Please don't look at this with a biased gaze just because the priest is a demon, because after smoothing the neckline, the priest raises his hand. Wipe any saliva off your face.

"It sounds like you're going through heavy setbacks in your life. The priest kept his due calm, "May I ask what you are praying for here?"

Wells didn't dare to stretch out his hand casually anymore, he tightened his arms, and the sorrow on his face became even more mournful, "I, I pray that those who deceive and hurt me will go to hell!"

The priest's expression was stunned for a moment, and he ...... with vampires and werewolves All alien races that rely on their own inheritance will choose to evaluate their descendants. The corners of the priest's mouth twitched, and he turned to leave. This kind of guy, he doesn't want to be a companion in the future.

Wells watched the blurred mass in front of him get smaller and smaller, and anxiously stretched out his hand, grabbing it in the air several times in vain, until everything in his vision was blurry and still, and then he fell back to his side weakly.

Wells fumbled with the bench beside him, just as he wanted to sit down again.

"Please leave, or I'll ask someone to see you off. ”

The priest's voice echoed through the empty church, and Wells looked around nervously, blurred, and he had no idea where the sound was coming from. With a hint of luck, he cautiously continued to sit down on the bench.

"Leave!"

The sudden roar seemed to erupt from his soul, and the things in front of Wells's eyes became even more blurred, as if everything was merging into one, and the blurred blocks of color swirled and overlapped in his vision. The suddenly dizzy body had not yet been able to soften and touch the ground, as if something was holding him from behind, Wells tried his best to tilt his head to look, and the blurred color blocks could not be distinguished.

"God...... Parent ......"

Wells was thrown out of the memorial.

Bang!

As soon as the pungent smell of the thunderstorm reached Wells's nostrils, the light and shadow in front of him suddenly lit up, and after a moment's delay, the thunder poured into his ears.

Wells stared blankly at the world of cold color blocks, and folded his arms together. After a brief silence shaken by the thunder, there was as if something dense was smashing to the ground.

The ears of the former civil servant were occupied by a dense noise, and the blurred color blocks in front of him were torn into vertical strips, and a hint of coolness lingered around him. Wells slowly backed away until he reached the closed door of the memorial.

He wasn't lying, because the rent had been delayed for a month and he had nowhere to go back. As for why he was kicked out after only delaying the rent for a month. That's because the 'cute' former civil servant tried to figure out the code on the mutilated Rivench prison uniform himself.

Wells owes more than just a month's rent, a gang boss nicknamed 'The General', and a lot of money. Do you think that in this month, Wells really ridiculously didn't wear glasses anymore?

For the sake of the safety of the residents, Wells was 'persuaded' by the landlord as soon as he regained his mobility.

Now, in the city of Barton, there is another homeless homeless man. It's just that he seems to be a novice, and he wasted an afternoon in the church idealistically, failing to find his own alley and a garbage can lid to create a dry vacant lot before the rainstorm.

Let us observe a moment of silence. (To be continued......)