"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.

Let thy kingdom come, and let thy commandments be done on earth as they are in heaven. (Note 1)

The middle-aged nun, who looked kind, lowered her eyelids and finished reading this paragraph, Ed still sat on the bed in a daze as she had just gotten up a second ago, and whispered in a voice that thought that no one heard it, in fact, everyone could hear it: "Isn't this the Lord's Prayer?" ”

"The latter paragraph is to thank you for the food and drink and get rid of evil and the like, my grandmother is religious, and she says every day that I will memorize it." Ed scratched his head, "So the world is the same process?" ”

"Listen first."

The elder nun did not seem to hear Ed's whispered muttering, and she held the prayer in her hands, and said in her mouth the words that she might have repeated a thousand times, but her expression was as solemn and reverent as ever.

"I am your sword, your scepter, your flower, and your spear."

It's different.

Qiu Xuan sat up a little straighter, and the expression on her face was a little strange for a moment. Combined with the prayers, she thought for a moment of the abrupt scene of the Lord of Light's main hand, AWP's deputy, the Desert Eagle, carrying a few Gatlings on his back—this obviously did not belong to any kind of canonical deification in the sense of civilization, and it could also be the inevitable divergence of the minor planes in the process of development.

"I will fight, and I will die with the flesh forged by the Presence and the 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. ”

For a long time after she finished speaking, the small room fell silent for a moment, and Ed looked fully awake, looking at the smiling nun in front of her with her mouth half-open.

Have you heard this?

He tilted his head and gestured to Qiu Xuan with his eyes, who shook his head. The middle-aged nun over there closed the black-faced pamphlet in her hand and smiled peacefully at the two who were still sitting on the bed looking at each other.

"I've demonstrated it once, do you remember it now? However, it doesn't matter if you still can't remember it for a while. She pointed to the portable version of the textbook in her hand, "Come over and over again, the most important thing is a sincere and sincere heart." ”

In the next half hour, Qiu Xuan and Ed were forced to learn half a set of early stretching exercises. In the end, when the middle-aged nun left, she continued to encourage the two of them to be very talented and studious, and at that moment, Qiu Xuan felt that her whole person was exuding an inexplicable light.

"I don't think it's the same as I imagined the proving ground......"

When the two of them were finally the only ones left in the cramped space, Ed reached out and scratched his head, looking a little dazed. "Isn't that pretty ...... Uh, healthy? Anyway, at least when I was still at home, my life and rest were not so regular. Actually, the trials you talk about aren't that scary at all, are they? It's a bit like that kind of special professional fitness private organization, which stimulates your senses in this slightly dangerous way, so as to achieve the purpose of healthy life and exercise. That's why you executioners who have been in a desperate situation for a long time seem to be in good health. ”

Qiu Xuan glanced at him.

Ed: "Why don't you ignore me?" ”

"It's good." Qiu Xuan raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Now you can go directly to the auditorium, don't look back at the window." ”

Without waiting for the bell to ring at six-thirty, he walked out of the room first.

The next second, Ed immediately turned around.

“……”

"Grass !!"

……

St. Canaan, as a famous cathedral with a history of 100 years, was transformed into a mental disease control center by the seventh administrator and head of the government in the last century, which is specially used to house or "treat" those who are so-called exiles on the margins of society.

There are deeper historical reasons and government backgrounds that are not known at the moment, but in short, when St. Canaan finally ushered in the first cardinal archbishop directly appointed by the Central Church, everyone in the world said that it was obvious that the level of social security had risen by more than one step.

This is certainly a good thing for people in normal society, but as for the so-called "mentally ill" who are imprisoned and controlled in St. Canaan, I don't know what it feels like.

The central auditorium covers an astonishing area, and at least dozens of long tables are neatly arranged in the center of the auditorium. The air was filled with the smell of ingredients unique to food, and while it didn't smell particularly good, it was at least no worse than in a famine world.

Qiu Xuan sat in the corner of a long table on the edge - it was also arranged by the relevant personnel of St. Canaan, basically their batch of newly admitted executioners were in the same corner, maybe there was some fixed rule - she could be said to be the first group of people to arrive in the auditorium, and at the moment she could only sit at the empty long table and wait.

Three minutes later, from the entrance of the main entrance, a figure strode into the auditorium, and Qiu Xuan saw that at least half of the nurses, nuns and even priests present had their eyes lit up.

She squinted her eyes and realized that the man was no longer wearing his overly conspicuous red robes, but instead wearing his usual white gold color short, sleeved robes. The whole person did not look as unapproachable as the archbishop who was high up last night, but brought a bit of approachability and affinity.

- The affinity of seeing a ghost.

The corners of Qiu Xuan's mouth twitched for a second, as if she wanted to laugh, and pressed it down again. She shook her head silently as she watched the men at the top of the row in the midst of the amazing rainbow farts like "Lord Asaphile is here today" or "I was able to see Asafel at breakfast time".

A few minutes later, Ed walked in with a pale face and a breathless face, and he sat down in the seat next to Qiu Xuan, with his head propped up and his head buried on the table.

"I'm so stupid, I'm really ......"

"They all told you not to watch it." Qiu Xuan sat up straight and tried to look towards the entrance gate of the auditorium, in the morning, it should be the reason for having breakfast, those staff were still very humane and did not let her wear a restraint mask again, but with the expressions of the nurses who were in charge of guarding her next to her, they could probably guess their true thoughts.

"You said that, how could you not look at it......" Ed's voice came from his arm in a muffled voice, "how can a normal person raise such a thing in a rose garden?" I don't think the ruler of St. Canaan is a normal person. ”

Qiu Xuan stepped on him under the long table.

There was no time for Ed to complain, and the moment the bell struck six-thirty, all exits from the Great Hall were closed. Lagerstroemia

The sound of the door closing frightened Ed's whole body, and he kept trembling there: "I don't want to learn what kind of concentration camp to lock up all of us in it and execute it!" What to do, how should we escape? ”

Qiu Xuan frowned and tore him off his arm, "Use your brain." ”

"Huh?"

Soon, all the patients on the long table closest to the gate suddenly stood up en masse. Each with their own empty bowl or cutlery in their hands, in the far center of the hall, several nuns stand behind a window made of special bulletproof glass, handing out food to the sick at the first long table from the insulated bucket containing the food.

"It's really a meal." Ed instantly forgot that he was still shaking like chaff for the last second, and craned his neck to look. "No, aren't they all aborigines with mental problems, why are they so obedient and still queuing up to get food?"

Qiu Xuan glanced at the electric baton pinned to the waist of the nurse who was patrolling back and forth around him, and did not comment.

The newly admitted people quickly noticed that after the patients at the first long table had all received their share of food, they returned to the table and sat down, but none of them moved the chopsticks first.

Sit upright at the long table, as if there wasn't hot food on the table.

And this stalemate lasted until the last table, that is, Qiu Xuan's table, after the newly admitted patients also received their share of food according to the process and returned to the long table to sit down, an elderly nun beside Qin Jiuyuan cleared her throat and got up from her seat.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Let thy kingdom come, and thy commandments be done on earth as they are in heaven......"

Her uplift seemed to be a terrible sign, and then the cardinal, who was sitting at the top of the high seat, also stood up. The man's right hand was bent over his chest, and his lips were also opened and closed to say the Lord's Prayer.

The patients at the long table and the nursing nuns around them also closed their eyes in prayer, and the newly admitted executioners had to stand up and move their mouths with the crowd, like you in the choir standing in the back row and opening your mouth perfunctorily and not knowing what to sing.

It wasn't until after reciting the Lord's Prayer, which was widely heard in this world's plane, that people sat down, took their share of the food, and began to eat.

The food is an extremely ordinary and simple taste, although it is a little lighter, but at least it can be eaten.

After experiencing a pupil earthquake when he woke up early in the morning, Ed next to him may have realized that the proving ground is not a fitness trainer who uses special means to urge you to self-discipline and fitness to get healthy, and he didn't complain about any food that he couldn't eat, and he quietly held a bowl to eat there.

- It would be better if you didn't ask Qiu Xuan again in a voice that she thought she couldn't hear, but in fact everyone else could hear it, "Will they poison their breakfast?" before eating.

It's really a hassle to bring in new people.

When she started to listen to Linyuan's group of people, Qiu Xuan actually felt okay, because the only time she had experience with a newcomer was Ye Qing. And Ye Qing is a very independent, strong and intelligent woman, in most cases, Qiu Xuan doesn't need to worry about her at all.

Now she finally understands that Ye Qing is a special case among newcomers, and Ed is a "normal" newcomer who represents the average line.

Qiu Xuan brushed her hair and began to miss Ye Qing deeply.

Ed: "Why are you ignoring me again?" ”

Qiu Xuan: "Alas. ”

During the meal, Qiu Xuan had been looking around, and in addition to the chainsaw man who occupied three seats by himself, he seemed to have a woman who didn't look very old and had been trying to make eye contact with her.

It should be a peer who wants to form an alliance.

Qiu Xuan mentally recorded the woman's face, and her gaze shifted to the long table on the other side, which belonged to the aborigines.

Except for some of the patients in the one-piece restraint suits, the other behaviors of the patients who are wearing one-piece restraint suits are undoubtedly the same as those of normal self-care people. But she knew that these were just superficial illusions, or rather, they were made to show the sturdy nurses who were patrolling around.

It is not a joke for a person with a mental illness to become ill once stimulated.

The hour hand hanging in the center of the auditorium was already pointing infinitely close to seven o'clock, and just when Qiu Xuan thought that the breakfast time of the first day at St. Canaan's insane asylum was over without danger, suddenly the door at the exit of the main entrance was pushed open from the outside.

For a while, the colleagues at the long table in the corner all put down the tableware and stretched their necks to look, and before they could see the figure clearly, they heard a Qingyue female voice coming back from the door.

"Asaphil, why did you come back so early? I was going to say that I ran into you at the end of my mission and came back from church with you. ”

On the first seat, the bishop in platinum robe did not put down the goblet in his hand, and raised his glass in the direction of the gate.

The middle-aged nun on the side shook her head slightly, and reminded, "Nonsense, breakfast time is not over yet, why is it so noisy?" ”

This sounds like a warning, but the tone of the voice is indeed smiling.

"I'm sorry Lasalan, but you don't know how smooth this mission is~." The owner of the Qingyue female voice stepped into the central auditorium of St. Canaan with the first glimmer of the rising sun, and behind her was the slowly born sun wheel, she walked in the sea of dazzling light and the waves of flowers, and the lacquer of the holster hanging from her waist reflected the shape engraved on the carved glass.

TEC-9 submachine pistol, retrofittable version with a fully automatic bolt system.

"I'm really starving, I'm running all the way back, I'm afraid I'll miss breakfast."

She walked past a long table, and the moment she turned away, people sniffed, as if to smell a familiar fragrance.

“…… 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. ”

She turned and sat down on a high seat, the pouring light shining on half of her face.

It belongs to St. Canaan,

- Gunshot Rose.