Almost instantly, Qiu Xuan's mind echoed Qin Jiuyuan's words before, and the various praises about the "Burning Angel Seraphim" were not mentioned again. And in the end, the cardinal crouched in front of her and raised his eyes, and the distance between the two was only a breath.

"Can you believe it?"

The man asked.

Qiu Xuan naturally didn't believe in their scriptures, but this kind of thing didn't exist just by her own beliefs. As the cardinal said before, in essence, there is an information asymmetry between these people and the position above the Nine Heavens, and in such a situation, who can know whether the one who really sits on the top of the temple is the original all-knowing and all-powerful Father, or the beast from the forest?

All they can do is to fill in the canon according to the fantasies in their hearts, so as to gain a psychological sustenance and ensure that they can continue to live.

"So you think that the story of the 'Seraphim' was made up by the church to deceive people."

Qiu Xuan withdrew from it, raised his eyes again to look at the chainsaw man who was standing in front of him and looked very oppressive, and stated.

The latter shook his head slightly, "I don't know what Seraphim's deeds are, but at least it can't be played by this group of crooked melons and cracked dates." ”

Qiu Xuan looked up, her eyes amazed.

Chainsaw Man: "......"

He endured it for a long time and finally didn't ask what that look meant, and in fact it was nothing special, Qiu Xuan was just surprised that such a metaphorical sentence with some irony could come out of the chainsaw man's mouth. You know, no one knows what he's thinking, and he's too lazy to talk to anyone, and the term "chainsaw man" itself represents a complete misfit.

This kind of "misfit" does not mean maverick, because there are too many mavericks in the executioner, and everyone is extremely individual, and there are many lone wolves who do it alone. But none of them are like the chainsaw man, and the "incompatibility" of the chainsaw should refer to the special that is alien from the crowd and the color is completely opposite.

Just like when he was in the circus before, the staff member said the same thing to Qiu Xuan.

They are a full-length palette of tones, with a few pieces of graffiti that stand out at first glance.

Qiu Xuan was surprised for a while before digesting it, and her tone returned to her original calmness. "So what you mean is that the seraphim's deeds may be true, but none of the sick people with that name who are in St. Canaan' are 'seraphs.'"

"They are just 'seraphims' in the eyes of St. Canaan."

The Chainsaw Man finally moved, but instead of moving in the opposite direction of Qiu Xuan, he took two steps forward, almost rubbing his shoulders and standing in the same straight line as hers. "St. Canaan knew this, and made the most of it, by using some kind of brainwashing or injections to make the patients who were 'chosen' to be 'seraphims' believe that they were the archangels in the canon, so that their memories were scattered and easy for others to use."

Qiu Xuan: "What are the conditions?" ”

Chainsaw Man: "It's through the time of taking medicine and injecting every morning and evening......"

"I mean," she said. "Every year the so-called 'chosen' patients to become the Seraphim, do they have any uniform similar characteristics, or are they just random luck."

"Random."

This time, the Chainsaw Man answered in no uncertain terms. "I went to the nun who was in charge of registering her name...... If there are conditions in the process of selecting people, then there will not be no details and information that cannot be revealed, after all, it must be approved after layers of strict inspection. Therefore, the criteria for selecting the seraphim are just random, and one of the newly admitted patients who meet the criteria by the time comes. ”

That's bad enough.

Qiu Xuan has long lost hope for her luck, so she doesn't have too fluctuating emotions now. She scratched her head, and just as she was about to say something, she felt the Chainsaw Man's whole body seem to tense up in an instant, and his eyes were shooting straight ahead.

She stood on the same level and turned back.

The corners of the scarlet bishop's robe hung a few centimeters from the ground, and the tall man strode in this direction.

Qiu Xuan opened her mouth silently.

The Chainsaw Man's naturally dangling arm shook with imperceptible amplitude, and the steel chain wrapped around it made a gurgling sound, but the next second it was held down by the palm of a hand.

He followed the prestige with a little dazed, and saw Qiu Xuan's eyes staring at the direction where the cardinal had come, his face full of disbelief.

"Welcome, guests from afar."

The man approached them in a few steps, a gentle smile on his handsome face that could not be picked out from any angle. "I'm very sorry that I was not able to come to greet you in person in the morning due to official business, which is a dereliction of duty, and I hope you will forgive me."

This time, even the chainsaw man raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Are you...... Bishop Asafir? ”

Qiu Xuan stared at the cardinal's face, and for a moment his gaze was a little paranoid to extreme madness. The man standing in front of him was stunned for a moment, and when he looked over again, his eyes were fleeting, so brief that he almost thought he was hallucinating.

"I'm Asaphil, ma'am." The man smiled, "I'm honored you've heard of my name." ”

Qiu Xuan grinded her back molars, and her expression was indistinguishable for a while.

The Chainsaw Man looked at the Cardinal a few more times, and then did not make any more gestures to continue to stand here and greet him. He didn't even say hello, rubbed his shoulders with the bishop in a very arrogant gesture, and walked away from the area.

Asafir shrugged, not looking offended by the action.

"Ma'am, I heard that you arrived in St. Canaan this morning?" He didn't care too much about the departing chainsaw man, but instead turned his voice to Qiu Xuan and said, "How is it, are you still used to living in the overall environment here?" I know, maybe you'll be ...... about the term mental hospital."

"I've got something to do, so I'll go first."

Qiu Xuan interrupted the man's words, and hurried out of the corridor almost in the same steps that the chainsaw man had left before. The cardinal, who had been left behind by two people in a row in just a few minutes, was really a little stunned, and he turned to look at the figure that gradually disappeared into the darkness, and frowned quietly.

……

He was not Qin Jiuyuan at all.

Qiu Xuan raced all the way, passing through the confines of several common rooms, automatically ignoring the unrestrained and unpleasant gaze of the patient coming from inside, and she walked straight to the bathroom.

Although the face and body shape are the same, she never admits mistakes with the eternal consciousness inside.

Qiu Xuan didn't know if the Chainsaw Man's action just now was because he was also aware of something, but no matter what it was, she would never allow anyone to try to touch it, not the slightest scrap.

She reflexively locked the door of the bathroom cubicle, leaned her back against the door panel and closed her eyes for a moment, and finally forced it down again

has driven his crazy thinking, and he can barely analyze it calmly.

After a few minutes, she figured that she had guessed the man's identity.

He was Asaphil, the Cabinet Elder of the Central Church, and the Chief Executive Cardinal of St. Canaan.

That's right, he's Asaphil. If Qin Jiuyuan hadn't come to this world with his true identity at the beginning, then there would still be a cardinal named "Asafel" in this world who would automatically fill the position and fill the vacancies in the world background.

The man they see now is this "Asafir".

Darkness followed Qiu Xuan to this world, and if Qiu Xuan did not exist in the Proving Ground on this timeline, then darkness would not exist either. Everything continues to follow the trajectory of the original world, and nothing will change because of one less person.

I see.

Thinking about this, she didn't relax Qiu Xuan's already tense nerves at this moment, but she felt even more hesitant and flustered because of the "Asaphil" she had seen before.

Darkness is different from other dominators who just come down to play out of boredom, he really shuttles through the endless small world in his real body. If his consciousness is erased, everything will be completely finished, just like the "Asafel" he saw before, and no one will even know that he exists except Qiu Xuan.

With her fingernails digging deep into her palms, Qiu Xuan took a few deep breaths of the blood-smelling air, forcing herself to dig out the information about Serapher in recent years that she had recorded in the archives from the accompanying space, and open it little by little.

She urgently needed to find something to divert her attention now, and she had to successfully support herself to get out of the spirit of this unknown patient and go to the man's side.

Qiu Xuan closed her eyes.

She clicked on the first file.

……

Seraphim's lips trembled, and the trembling movement on his knees was almost loud enough for the people around him to hear. He seemed to wake up suddenly, raising his hands to cover his mouth and nose to avoid making too conspicuous movements. However, he forgot that his hands had just dug through the smelly and muddy soil under the rose garden, and almost the moment he covered it, his nose rushed, and he fell down and retched, and vomited darkly.

I don't know how much time has passed, but Seraphim finally woke up from the previous scene.

He staggered up from the ground with trembling limpy legs, and beneath his feet was a freshly churned piece of dirt that looked out of place in the smooth, shiny rest of the rose garden.

Seraphim swallowed, stood there and thought for a moment, then suddenly bent down and pulled the roses from the side by the roots, and covered them indiscriminately over the chipped piece of dog-gnawed dirt.

Although it still looks a little jarged, at least at first glance it won't be noticed.

The seraphim breathed a sigh of relief.

After doing all this, he staggered up from the dirt and walked towards the ground step by step. If there were anyone else here who saw this scene at this moment, they would definitely be amazed by the strange scene in front of them.

For the seraph was naked, with only traces of dirt and flowers covering his body. He lives like a zombie at the end of his life in a post-apocalyptic movie, numb and stiff, stepping barefoot through a beautiful rose garden.

Seraphim thought that he must have forgotten something.

That must be a very important thing, if not, I wouldn't be so distracted now.

He had been weaving through a blooming rose like a walking corpse, and suddenly, Seraphim's movements paused for a second. He tilted his head stiffly, and saw that the back of his hand hanging down on his left side had accidentally rubbed against the rose branch, and the sharp thorns had pierced a bloody hole, which was slightly oozing blood.

Seraphim stared at the bloody mouth for a long, long time longer than he had hesitated when he had looked at the rose.

He rubbed the opening with his fingertips at will, and the feeling of pain came from the situation, and it was not so painful, it was the kind of fine and dense pain.

Seraphim laughed, and he no longer bothered with the bloody mouth, his gaze moving up and down on the outline of the main building of St. Canaan, which was shrouded in night.

"It's you who are wrong."

He muttered in a low voice, his voice faintly imperceptible in the cold night wind. Suddenly, the tone suddenly rose high! The originally smiling face was pulled down, his eyes widened to an incredible extent, and he was choked and stared at a certain direction of the building with his neck bulging!

"Sorry!"

He roared angrily, his voice mixed with resentment and gloom. The prayer is not like a normal top-down bow, but the palms of the hands are lowered and straddled forward, and then the prayer is performed from the bottom to the top!

"Sorry!"

His scarlet pupils were about to drip blood, and the seraph stood naked in the mud beneath the roses, worshipping in a frenzy and madness. He swayed from the bottom up to the rhythm of the miserable worship faster and more frequent, as if he was dancing a dance that would never end the creepiness.

"Sorry!"

Seraphim laughed in the darkness of the night, and the laughter was breathless, like an asthma patient laughing in unison.

After a long time, the night in the sky began to appear white. The morning sun wheel gradually peeks out a little, and when the light that symbolizes the sunrise shines again on the rose garden, it is empty.

……

Qiu Xuan closed the file in his hand, frowned and raised his hand to press his temple.

She had just finished reading the experiences of five patients called "seraphims" in recent years, which had been recorded so far in the archives.

To be honest, it can be described in four words: "mediocre".

At least for now, the most wonderful file Qiu Xuan has ever seen belongs to the Carson family's conjoined twin sisters. Almost all of their experiences can be used as protagonists to make a series of murderous thriller series movies, even if there are only a few files, they can easily associate their lives. In comparison, these "seraphims" are surprisingly ordinary.

n.