"Have you ever thought that it may have nothing to do with the spiritual world at all?" Ya looked back at her, her gaze dimming in the night. "Webb was meant to die tonight, and it doesn't matter if the spirit world is triggered or not."

Qiu Xuan thought for a while, "Someone was going to kill Weber, but we inadvertently triggered his spiritual world before, but this didn't have any effect on his ending. ”

Ya nodded, "That's what I meant." ”

Qiu Xuan swiped a few people who were most likely to be suspects in her heart, and she could hear Ya say next to her: "It's definitely a saint, whether you bet or not, it's Chiara who killed Weber." ”

Qiu Xuan: "......"

"Why the hell do you have such a big opinion of Chiara?" Qiu Xuan originally thought that Ya's words some time ago were just a joke, but she never expected her to say it again at this moment. "Didn't you still praise her when you fought with people before, this will change?"

"Praise is praise, you have to scold when you should scold." Ya didn't feel that her behavior was contradictory at all, "Anyway, I think it was the saint who did it, there is no evidence, but I just think so." ”

"Whatever you want."

Qiu Xuan sighed, completely speechless. Anyway, in her heart, even if all the patients and physicians of St. Canaan were suspected of killing Weber, Chiara would definitely not be on the list.

She didn't doubt Chiara, not that the saint was so soft-hearted and merciful. Qiu Xuan had heard about Kiara's participation in the Hundred Men Hunt with the Hunter Bureau, when she dual-wielded the Beretta M9 and single-handedly killed eighty percent of the infidels in the group.

However, it is such a "holy woman" who also has blood on her hands in a sense, and Qiu Xuan does not doubt that she will do something to kill Weber.

Because she understood what Chiara was doing, her first glimpse of it was after she learned that the Lord's Prayer was created by Chiara.

- "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Let thy kingdom come, and thy commandments be done on earth as they are in heaven. I am your sword, your scepter, your flower, and your spear. I will fight, and I will die in flesh and blood forged with Presence and Lamentations. I will resist, and the roses that grow out of the barren and barren are the fusos that bloom from my breast. My Father, may you be crowned in the church forever. What I did was not for you, but for the upper part of the petals. ”

At first, when the old nun took Qiu Xuan, who was still sitting on the bed, to sing this prayer with Ed, which was different from the traditional scriptures, Qiu Xuan was secretly amazed by the content. This prayer is not just a praise of one's own gods, it is also a belief in God, but more than that, it is a belief in oneself.

Like the director Frey in the city hospital, praying to God is just a spiritual sustenance in a religious context. When disaster strikes, they will build their own steel defenses; When the pain is sudden, they develop their own medicine to treat the disease themselves; In the face of innovation, there are martyrs who bravely set up torches and stride into the unknown ahead with the spark behind them.

Where "miracles" can't be enveloped, there are people everywhere who are constantly striving for self-improvement.

So although they also have a similar background culture, Qiu Xuan doesn't hate the world at all.

She didn't say this to Ya, just squatted on one leg again, holding her chin and waiting for the murderer who would do it tonight.

Anyway, when Ya witnessed who killed and buried the corpse, Kiara's suspicion was naturally cleared.

……

"Did you kill the man, Seraphim?"

In what should have been daylight, but in a dimly lit room that seemed to be forever dark, the old nun stood in the doorway, flanked by a few sturdy guards.

Seraphim's bloodshot eyes lifted and gave them a sympathetic look.

"Now you have a chance to confess your sins to the Father, my child." The old nun's tone was calm and peaceful, but the guards with electric batons gathered around her seemed to indicate that it was not the case at all. "It's not scary to do something wrong, but you have to learn to recognize your mistakes and correct them in time."

"Are you stupid for me?"

Seraphim finally burst out laughing, his laughter too hoarse and eerie for a normal person, even in such a daytime that it seemed creepy. "If I say 'yes' now, what will you do, I'm afraid you can't wait to send me to the electric chair, right?"

“……”

"And, isn't that what you want to see?" He was silent for a moment, then looked up at the old nun with a compassionate face in front of him. "Isn't this exactly what you preset, but I did it one step ahead, and that's it."

"Kid."

The old nun sighed, she suddenly slowly bowed down and sat down on the empty bed next to her, ignoring the opposition of the surrounding guards, and said leisurely: "Sometimes things are not at all what you imagined, your eyes will deceive you, your ears will blind you, and even your heart will lie. ”

Seraphim stared at the old woman in front of him with blood-red eyes, and suddenly his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, so much so that at the end, even his entire body began to shake violently, shaking the wooden bed beneath him.

No one cared about this, and everyone looked down at the murderer sitting on the bed. Seraphim held out one arm to hold his trembling thigh, and he covered his face with the other, and began to let out a crying and laughing cry from his mouth.

"My child."

The old nun stretched out her hand, and as soon as the shriveled old palm touched Seraphim's shoulder, it was overturned by a fierce rebuttal from the latter, and then he jerked his head and bit down on the palm.

The surrounding guards were startled, flicked their electric shock batons on their wrists, connected to the power supply, and aimed at Seraphim's trembling body laughing wildly. I could only hear a suppressed whimper from my throat, and the extremely painful voice could not come out of my throat, and Seraphim fell to the ground softly, but the strength of the bite in his mouth never let go.

It was as if he was biting the last piece of driftwood in his life, and he wanted the rope to pull him out, but he also wanted to pull everyone in front of him to the bottom to accompany him.

The old nun's palms trembled uncontrollably, and a trail of blood seeped from the tips of her bitten teeth. She shuddered, but patiently reached out her other hand to touch Seraphim's shoulder.

"You are not a pawn to be exploited by St. Canaan."

The old nun said, "You are a medicine lead, child. ”

"You're a life-saver."

…… 62

Qiu Xuan felt as if she had walked into a misunderstanding again.

She sat in the same old seat in the central auditorium of St. Canaan as she had done the previous night, and the familiar old nun had come in belatedly, and seemed to have stepped on the last sound of the breakfast bell.

The old nun glanced at her, still with a friendly smile on her face.

"Good morning, ma'am."

Qiu Xuan raised her eyes and smiled extremely perfunctorily, as if she had already consumed most of her energy after doing this action. The old nun choked up at this too difficult smile, and subconsciously opened her mouth, but after all, she said nothing, shook her head and sat on the other side of the long table.

Asafir did not come to breakfast this morning, nor did Chiara.

I heard the priests say that it seems that the church above has sent them to do something to do, and they went out of the city early in the morning. The people of St. Canaan were accustomed to this kind of thing, and eating and taking medicine as usual had no effect.

Qiu Xuan rubbed her eyes and yawned, not only her, but also Ya and the other executioners sitting next to her didn't look good.

Just kidding, maintaining a state of high mental tension and squatting in the smelly and cold mud for a whole night, anyone will be tired.

However, even if they had given all this, the result was that the wind was calm last night, and not even a strong night wind blew.

People couldn't understand why this was happening, and this time it was nearly morning when the stout man ventured down into the rose field and dug into it, and there was nothing but mud underneath, not to mention an extra corpse or some naked man.

"Don't be discouraged," he said in the end, so he could only comfort everyone. "Maybe it's our arrival that startled the snake, maybe there will be other clues."

yes, there will be other clues.

If the murderer had killed Webb in St. Canaan, he would have left a clue, unless the murderer was not human.

"Didn't you notice that you're missing a patient?" When breakfast was served, Qiu Xuan swallowed a few bites of his own part, wiped his mouth and asked slowly towards the other side. Her question was non-pointed, as if she could ask anyone a question. "Or maybe people are missing right under your noses, but you don't care."

A priest on the other side who was eating paused for a moment, then looked up with some offended anger in his expression.

"If the patient you're talking about is Webb, oh let me say, ma'am, you're really observant, aren't you?"

Qiu Xuan: "Oh my old man, but you know, it's not that hard to notice this. Even Uncle Oliver's three-year-old son can notice how it feels to suddenly have one less classmate in his class. Oh, let me say, it's really not that hard, is it? ”

Priest: "......"

The old nun sat opposite and silently moved a position to the side, leaving the empty seat next to her.

The priest went over and sat down.

Breakfast time continues.

"We're already looking for Webb." In the end, the person in charge who seemed to have a bit of identity couldn't stand the seemingly unwarranted accusation, and looked up and explained a few words to all the executioners on the table. "Webb did disappear last night, and our search team was formed last night and has been working tirelessly until now. The closest answer to be given so far is that, unfortunately, Weber seems to have fled from St. Canaan. We are still in the process of analyzing the specific details, and we will let you know if the results are available. ”

Lie.

Qiu Xuan squeezed out a smile on her face, and her heart was clear.

If there really was such a search party that had been searching all night, they should have come to the backyard to look for it, if they didn't want to go to the rose garden. But all night last week, the remaining executioners squatted collectively behind the rose garden for a night, and did not hear the slightest movement.

So, is St. Canaan shielding the murderer?

Or did they know a little bit about Webb's murder, so even if they did, they chose to keep it down.

Qiu Xuan's gaze swept around the long table below, accurately positioning it on the figure of Seraphim sitting in the crowd. The latter was still wearing his slippers, with his two hairy legs exposed, and was eating with a fork while tickling.

As if noticing the gaze of others, Seraphim suddenly raised his eyes and met Shang Qiuxuan's gaze.

Qiu Xuan didn't have the consciousness to peek at being caught, she was far away from a few long tables, her hands were lowered to her knees and she paused, then shook and lifted, completing a bottom-up opposite worship action.

Familiar people can easily see it, and they are furious or panicked.

Because Qiu Xuan made a miserable gesture, whether she was intentional or unintentional, the object she was "miserable to worship" would never be in a good mood.

However, Seraphim didn't have any emotions, he looked here a few times, and suddenly raised an index finger at Qiu Xuan, slightly tilted his head and nodded his temple.

Qiu Xuan: "......"

Ya sneered unabashedly.

"I have a feeling that there is something wrong with this seraph." She withdrew her gaze, pretended to be casual and took a sip of pumpkin juice, tilting her head to say so. Ya said unceremoniously beside him, "You can't be angry and slander people because you have a brain problem because you are scolded by a mentally ill person, this is not good, look at the point." You still say why did I wronged other people's saints for no reason, aren't you the same now? ”

"I'm serious." Qiu Xuan sighed, "This seraphim seems to have always thought that it has nothing to do with what we are going to investigate. Do you remember, when did we first suspect that he was a seraph? ”

Ya: "Didn't it start when you found the name tag on him during the fire?" ”

"That's right," Qiu Xuan continued. "But by that time, 'Serapher' had already been burned badly, and at a glance it was clear that there was no possibility of recovery, unless he had a face-reshaping operation. If you think about it, all our guesses about this person were based on his name tag from the beginning, but this thing is a very subjective thing. For example, if you never knew me before, and the first time you saw me, I had a name tag called 'Seraphim', so you will always subconsciously think that I am 'Seraphim', and that's my name. ”

Arden for a few seconds, "So you're suspicious...... This seraphim has taken someone else's name, but he is simply an impostor? ”