Magnificent domed buildings

Snow-white Roman columns

The thick historical atmosphere can't hide the coldness of the morgue

Floor-to-ceiling curtains swayed in the wind

The white set is particularly permeating against the backdrop of the two corpses

Leon leaned against the window edge

The blonde hair on the forehead was scattered by the wind

The handsome face did not have a trace of expression

The dossier in his hand turned page by page

The intimidating environment didn't give him the slightest bit of mood swings

Like

robot

"Will he be able to find out the truth?"

"Fallen faith? The Fall of Faith? Who knows. ”

A muttered muttered that was so low that it was imperceptible

Leon flipped through the case file quickly

It seems that I found a company from it

Follow your fingers

A page of the case file

It records people's descriptions of the male sacrifices:

Clergy on condition of anonymity: Ammon is a gentle man, and I never seem to have seen him get angry, nor have I ever shown a bad attitude towards anyone...... Why would such a person throw himself into the arms of the devil

I can't believe it

…….

Maybe Aemon wasn't involuntary!

Passerby: Sacrifice Aemon is the gentlest man I have ever met, and I spoke to him the day before yesterday, and his peace made me a sunny man. I'm so grateful...

Elder Nun: The Aemon Priest has been here a long, long time ago, and I've heard that he seems to have been adopted, and the person who adopted him was ......

Young Priestess: I don't seem to have seen Aemon's priest angry, and I can't imagine such an upright and kind person...

Come to think of it......

I saw him yelling at an elderly nun once, and that was the first time I'd ever seen Aemon like that... There were quite a few people present at that time

But then I heard that it seemed that the chalice of baptism was stolen because the other party said...

Unknown Elder: Eamon is a child I watched grow up... He's a good guy

……

Good guys?

Good people, good people, demons, sacrifices

Leon's mouth repeated over and over again

There seems to be some connection

He lifted the cloth that covered the corpse

The cross on his chest jumped out of sight

Leon put on his gloves

Peel open the flesh of the wound

"It doesn't seem to be the same as the priestess"

The body died of blood loss

The time of death is not as long as that of a priestess

So it's easier to identify

……

Leon flipped the dead man's wrist

A dark red scar

The flesh of the wound turned upside down

There is a small coagulation line under the skin

and the wounds of the priestess

It's not the same

If not suicide

A little more verification is needed

Leon turned the body over

A black mark was seen in the center of the back

It's like a small hole

It looks exactly the same as the corpse of the priestess

Impossible

He touched the mark with his hand

It's not a pigment

The fingers are a little grayish

Like furnace ash

Put it on your nose and smell it

hum

And so it was

It's so well disguised

…….

Leon finishes examining the body

Remove gloves

It seems like I'm recalling something

Said contemptuously "waste"

Get up hastily

Out of the room

………

A culturally rich offering hall

The door was tightly closed

Two people in the hall

Look at each other

……

Luthor held the heart of the sword in his hand

There is no knife skill at all

He doesn't have the slightest kendo skills

At this moment, you can only make a defensive block pose

"If my guess is correct, your son should be the male priest."

If you can delay the time, wait for someone to open the door from the outside.

"Aemon, I watched grow up!"

"Do you know the pain of looking at your own son in front of you and not being able to recognize each other?"

The voice of the nun of the living dead is like a cracked bellows

Hoarse and wailing

But

Luthor didn't feel a hint of sympathy

There are no mood swings

Not sure why

That feeling

It's like watching

The same as the stage play

"I guess he didn't kill himself."

"Oh?"

The living dead stopped trembling

It's like looking at a gem

Looked at Luther

"I went to his room not long ago."

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to your advice."

Luthor nodded at her

Signaling that he was actually sorry for it

The living dead, however, did not care about his movements, and listened to him continue with interest

"I found that the pentagram in my room was different from the pentagram that was sacrificed in red before, and the pentagram in his room had no candles. Can you tell me what the absence of a candle means? ”

"The candle represents the flame of life, and the sacrificer cuts his wrist until the candle burns out, quietly savoring the loss of life."

"Therefore, a pentagram without a candle does not have the function of sacrifice at all!"

The nun of the living dead glanced at Luther

A glint flashed in his cloudy eyes

Luthor didn't notice it

"If a person who has not sacrificed dies of blood loss, if not by accident, then it is deliberate murder!"

"So, your son should have been murdered, you can go to the murderer for revenge!"

"So, we all take a step back from each other"

"I won't tell anyone about you, I swear!"

Luther raised his right hand solemnly

Raise the sword heart in the forehand and make a promise to the other party in the chest.

The nun of the living dead suddenly laughed

It's like all horror laughs

It made Luther's hair rise for a moment

Subconsciously exert force in the hands

The erected sword heart just blocked the flying sword of the living dead nun

bite

The large sewing needle was the moment the sword heart collided

It becomes two

Fall to the ground

The black sewing needle disconnects with a silver glow.

It looks like a silver sword.

"Sting!"

"Sting... It was broken."

The nun of the living dead stared blankly at the broken sword that had fallen to the ground

Luther narrowly escaped

It's purely my own subconscious inspiration

Originally

This sword like a sewing needle

It's called a sting

It's still silver

That's right

Silver?

Luther's mind flashed with light

A silvery stinger.

Slender and long, with a sharp tip.

If you read the stories in novels and movies in the past, silver weapons should cause damage to demons and the like.

He picks up the broken stinger

Only then did I find that the sword had touched a layer of gray and black powder

Like ashes left over from burning

Luther wiped the tip of his sword with his hand a few times

The tip of the sword glowed with a silvery light

The nun of the living dead on the other side was muttering to herself as if she had lost her soul

"It's broken, it's broken, hahaha, it's broken after all."

"It seems that even the devil has abandoned me"

Luthor is close to the Roman column

Go around to the other side

Distance yourself from the living dead

......

Fortunately, my hunch was timely

This crazy living dead

Keep saying that for the sake of the child, open and close your mouth Father, God, God

Full of lies

There will also be surprise attacks

Not the usual tricky

Luthor gasped

Every sudden attack by the living dead made his heart tighten

The villain who said that he was good died of talking too much

Be sure to shout out the name of the move out loud before making a move

Sure enough, it's a lie

Not far from the other party, Luthor didn't dare to put his sword heart back in the sheath, he didn't know how to draw his sword, and he didn't know how to use such cool tricks as Tianxiang Dragon Flash.

So close distances

If the other side continues to raid

You can also move around the post and counterattack

"Today, you must die!"

The living dead stared at Luthor with cloudy eyes

Let Luthor want to cry without tears

What kind of hatred and what kind of grudge

Even if it's a beginner's task

It shouldn't be so nonsensical, just meet each other, and never give up if you don't fight to the death.

I'd like to give you an explanation

Why do you have to attack me?

"What the hell did I provoke you!"

"I'm just getting in touch with this world, can you let me get acquainted with it!"

"I haven't finished reading the introduction, so let the labor and management clear the customs!"

"You XX king XX calf!"

.....

Finally, I felt a lot more comfortable

finally expressed the unhappiness in my heart

It's obviously a game

Tomorrow is only the first day

I have to live or die

Tired or not

！

The Living Dead didn't seem to expect his reaction to be so violent.

"What world?"

"What clearance?"

Her cloudy eyes looked at Luthor very solemnly.

"You were sent by the Father?"

"What Father, Father, God!"

"It was ....... in the first place"

Luthor seemed to find himself scolding

The effect is quite obvious

The nun of the living dead did not move

It's back to the way it was at the beginning

Just while the other person is talking

boom

A bang

Closed doors

It's on!

The hall brightened up in an instant

The nuns of the living dead stepped back

Luthor looked at the handsome figure that appeared in the doorway

I couldn't be more excited

Finally waiting for the rescue!

"Leon!"

"Help!"

Luthor shouted undisciplinedly

Run to the door.

"There's a living dead here!"

"She wants to kill me!"

"Leon, help!"

For the first time, Luthor felt so majestic and tall in the sunlight of the gate.

Rain in time!

Leon nodded at Luther

Pull him behind you

Walk slowly towards the old nun

As always, without the slightest emotion

The grim face is like a terminator who has traveled through time and space.

The hall fell silent

Only Luther's wheezing voice

"You shouldn't hurt him!"

"Hmph"

The old nun did not answer Leon's words, but only snorted contemptuously.

"Your son should have been killed by your own hands!"

Thunder on the ground!

Luthor and the old nun looked at Leon with wide eyes at the moment.

Luthor was shocked

A mother who talks about her favorite son

The murderer who killed his own son

Tiger poison does not eat children

can also pretend to look for the murderer

Losing one's conscience is in vain

yes

It's not human anymore

Perhaps human emotions have been lost

……

The old nun of the living dead burst out laughing

It's like someone tearing their mouth open with their hands

Ugly and vile

"You found out."

"I am his mother, his biological mother."

"But how to insult and slander me."

"He actually said I was like those filthy demons"

"He wanted to bite me with this thorn"

She tore open her clothes, a black dot on the chest of the living dead, elm bark-like skin that made Luthor feel a pang of sorrow.

"I gave him this sting!!"

"Hahaha"

A dull laugh that seemed to want to tear open the throat and erupt from the chest

I don't know if it's because of resentment

Or because the secret was discovered

The old nun trembled violently

"You killed him and disguised himself as a living dead like you."

"Is it so that one day you can be rehabilitated?"

"Or do you want him to become like you, and satisfy your humble self-esteem?"

Leon picks up the Bible that Luthor had placed on the wooden chair before

Hold it on your chest

Like a judge on trial

Convict her of every crime

Every question is like a soldering iron imprinted in my heart

Ask in the cracks of the personality

Luthor stood behind Leon

I didn't see it

now

The Bible in Lyon's hand

Glows faintly

This light

In the eyes of the living dead

It was hellfire burning