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"Robert, that's the guy standing behind me just now." Marshall said.

"It's unfortunate." Hall sighed and shook his head.

"Anyway, Hall, there's something I have to do." Marshall shook Hall's hand with both hands, "Maybe it will work?" Hall, don't give up hope, never give up. ”

"I know, but ...... It's horrible. Hall turned his head to the other side and didn't look at Marshall.

"You can just take them as illusions." Marshall comforted him, but Hall's reaction was very emotional, as if Marshall's words touched his nerves.

"Definitely not a hallucination!" The expression on Hall's face is particularly exaggerated, and coupled with his pale and frail face, the whole face looks particularly terrifying.

[After Father Hall's funeral, filming ends.] 】

At this moment, a system tone sounded in Marshall's head.

Funeral? It seems that Father Hall will not be able to hold on for a few days.

Marshall said in his heart.

"I see, Hall, you can rest first, it'll be fine." Marshall patted the back of Hall's hand, then put the latter's hand back under the covers.

Marshall then called Dr. Hunter in, and then left Father Hall's room himself, and Robert was about to go back to his home, but he was told that he would come to him in two days.

After putting the charts back in his suitcase, Marshall slept in his bed, and he still needed to rest.

He slept for about twelve hours, and he was woken up.

Bean saw that Marshall was awake and said the message he was going to deliver, "Father Marshall, Father Hall...... He seems to have died. ”

Is it so fast? Marshall said in his heart.

However, his expression and movements were completely different from his mental state, "What! Marshall exclaimed, then lifted the quilt, "How is it possible, yesterday was fine." ”

"Father Hall wasn't doing well yesterday......" Bean muttered quietly.

When I arrived at Father Hall's room, it was already packed.

"Dr. Hunter, Father Hall, he ......" Marshall found someone he knew well.

"Please mourn." Dr. Hunter shook his head, "I've checked them all, and Father Hall is indeed dead, he doesn't have a heartbeat or breathing, and he can't be alive." ”

Marshall looked at Hall on the bed, and he was indeed lifeless.

……

Three days later, the funeral took place.

Because Father Hall's popularity and character were very good, there were many people attending the funeral.

"Love is long-suffering and kind; Love is not jealousy; Love is not boastful, not arrogant; He does not be shy, he does not seek his own good, he does not anger easily, he does not count the wickedness of men, he does not rejoice in unrighteousness, he delights in the truth, he bears all things, he believes all things, he hopes all things, he endures all things. Love never ends. ”

Marshall read the eulogy aloud, and when he finished, Father Hall was buried.

After the funeral, Marshall and Robert walked back to the Morning Star Chapel.

"Will I do the same in the future?" Robert asked Marshall, who was beside him.

"I guess so." Marshall told the truth, without concealment and without deception.

"You can't fool me?" Robert smiled, but the smile revealed bitterness.

"You can pretend you didn't hear it." Marshall glanced up at the sky, blue sky and white clouds, obviously it was a refreshing weather, but he couldn't be happy.

"What are you going to do after that?" Robert changed the subject.

"I want to go back and deal with the accumulation first." Marshall turned his head to look into Robert's eyes, "Don't worry, I won't forget what I said to you, I will ask the bishop and transfer to Port Molov, maybe in the future, the Morning Star Church will be my home." ”

"Actually, you don't have to, but Father Marshall, if you insist on doing it, that's fine." Robert patted Marshall on the shoulder, but it was a bit heavy.

Marshall grinned, "When I'm leaving, don't act rashly, just collect evidence of human trafficking, maybe there is a deeper conspiracy in it." ”

"Are you making me indifferent to seeing innocent children being trafficked like this?" Robert accentuated his tone.

"How long do you think Paimon has been doing this?" Marshall did not directly answer Robert's question.

"I don't know, it could have been a long time." Robert shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

"Between street children and children from normal families, which side would you choose to sell?" Marshall continued to ask.

"Of course it's street kids, and no one cares if they go missing...... Do you mean? Robert finally reacted.

"If I'm not mistaken, Lev killed a lot of homeless people and prostitutes, right? Of course, this may not be the main reason, but it should also have a certain impact, although I don't know how much profit from human trafficking is, but being able to make Paimon's accomplices in Port Molov take the risk of kidnapping children from normal families, the money involved in this may be huge, and an industrial chain has been formed, and if you act rashly, maybe they don't mind killing one more person, or...... I'll sell you too. Marshall spoke his mind.

Actually, I still have some words to say, although Port Molov looks very prosperous on the surface, but the interior has been seriously corrupted, as can be seen from the situation in the police station, maybe there may be high-level personnel among Paimon's associates, for these people, if their interests are not touched, they may turn a blind eye, but once it affects their interests, then, they will definitely kill those who stand in their way.

Marshall thought to himself.

"Okay." Robert agreed to Marshall's terms, but the expression on his face was one that said I was reluctant.

"Don't be depressed, all your depression now can be kept, and when we find the real mastermind, you can vent all your unhappiness on him." Marshall adds a little appeal to Robert's expectations.

"Well, forget it. When are you going to go? Robert waved his hand, unwilling to continue the conversation he had just talked about.

"Tomorrow." Marshall replied.

"So fast?" Robert was very surprised, he looked at Marshall's right foot, "Your injury is not healed yet." ”

"It's okay, it's almost fine." Marshall moved his right foot, much better than before.

"I dreamed of Jenny last night when I went to bed, and she was in a lot of pain......," Robert said, staring blankly, finally saying what he really wanted to say.

Marshall paused, "Really......"

"I don't know what's going on, I heard Jenny's voice when I was on the ghost ship." Robert pressed his right hand to his temple, as if the thought of these things would give him a headache.