"Looks like you like this Bible?"

"Huh?"

Who?

Luthor looked up, only to realize that he had lost his way and strayed into an empty room

Or Roman columns in the usual style

Several rows of wooden seats

Inside facing the main door is a huge offering table

It's like an ancestral hall in my childhood memories

"Who's where?"

"Young man, we meet again."

The sunlight shining through the skylight shone on the old nun

Gentle and serene

Luthor took a step back, a little flustered.

"Why am I here?"

"This Is God's Guidance"

The old nun pointed to the Bible in Luther's hand.

Luthor looked at the Bible in his hand and looked around stunned.

I was obviously heading in the direction of the morgue

Why is it in this strange house

And

Why did this strange nun happen to appear in front of her?

This is not a world ruled by science.

It's a magical world in the guise of science.

Maybe the harmless children on the street will have two spells.

Cast a fireball spell!

Luthor panicked for no reason, although this is the game world, but there is always a trace of weirdness in the dark, such as not being able to find the logout interface, not having the slightest feeling of playing games normally, and cold sweat quietly running behind his ears.

There is still a lot of distance from the gate.

Pulling out the leg and hugging it seems to be an option.

The eccentric nun and her eccentric tone like a midnight opera,

"You're dead! You're alive again! But do you know the value of your own heart? Judas! ”

This is obviously a sentence from the page that I inadvertently opened just now.

Why would she know

"She's dead!"

"She's alive again."

The old nun suddenly looked up at the skylight.

Like a poet bathed in the sun

"I don't know what you're talking about, if it's okay I'll go first."

"But do you know the choice of your own heart?"

"You know what?"

She turned her head suddenly, and a white veil slipped down her face.

Luthor looked at her face in horror.

What a face it was

Rugged wrinkles spread all over the cheeks

A scar that looked like a paw print was on the left side of his face

A somewhat collapsed nose and sunken eyes

What's even more terrifying

her face

Pale and bloodless

Like

The priestess in the morgue was exactly the same

……

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Luther's voice was too high to dispel the fear in his heart.

"You think I'm human? Or a ghost? ”

"Dead? Live again? What do you think?"

The old nun's voice was like a cloud of smoke, with a thick sense of mockery and disdain.

It's like mocking his image of being a ghost or a ghost.

Luthor is like being the main character in a horror movie

A second ago, I was listening to the story of a zombie who came back from the dead

The next second, I saw the live-action version of The Walking Dead.

Timidity is not in his nature

Fear is an instinctive human response

Luthor got goosebumps on his arm.

Quietly retreat to the door of the hall, ready to wait for an opportunity to escape.

only to find that the open door was closed at some point.

There was not a single sound.

"I'm telling you, don't come here"

"I don't mean anything else, I can leave right now"

Luthor dropped the Bible on his seat

The hand is held on the hilt of Kenshin.

The cold touch invades the brain.

Let him calm down a lot for a moment.

"The children of the Lord have taken refuge in the arms of demons, irony"

"A faithful sacrifice who betrayed her faith"

"Isn't it like a slap in the face?"

Luthor stared at the old nun.

Didn't pick up the conversation. She looked like she was taunting the one in the morgue, but Luther felt like she was talking about herself from her voice.

She raised her hand

Take off your gloves

The withered hand is like a skeleton that has been buried for many years.

There was not a bit of meat on it, just a crumpled skin.

on the wrist

It was a black scar

Luthor already had the answer in his mind

This eccentric nun

It should also be a living dead who has used secret methods

The black scar on the wrist was caused by cutting the wrist. Because of the long time, the wound will not heal after becoming the living dead. So it became like this.

"I don't actually mean anything!"

"It's just been a long time since I've spoken to anyone."

"If the haze is covered for too long, it will make people forget the light!"

She took a few steps back, letting the sunlight cast on the floor of the hall.

Prove that you have no bad intentions.

But it looks like a fear of the sun.

"That's what I said."

"I know, if that's appropriate."

"Young man, come and sit"

The nun of the living dead pointed to the seat in the front row, motioning for Luthor to be a listener.

"I'd better stand here."

You must not do it in the past, you are simply laughing at your own life.

"I know you're scared of me like this, but I hate myself too"

"Can you hear me tell a story?"

Luthor said no ten thousand times in his heart, but his body couldn't take a step away.

The room was just that big

The door was also locked

Instead of sitting back and waiting, it's better to listen to the story and figure it out.

You can only bite the bullet.

"Good"

The nun of the living dead smiled, seemingly unconcerned about Luthor's attitude.

She stood not far away, in a place where the sun was not shining.

Low, hoarse voices came from all around:

long ago

Maybe thirty years, maybe forty years

There is a girl

She is a nun

She fell in love with the priest

And this love cannot be tolerated by dogma.

Finally, one day the matter was revealed

The priest was hanged

The nun survived

Because at that time

She was pregnant

The day she gave birth, she found out that the child had been stolen

When she had nothing

Pray to the omnipotent Heavenly Father to give the child back to her

Heavenly Father did not respond to her, and Heavenly Father had abandoned her when she touched the taboo

When she was in pain

Found by villagers

Buried alive in the wilderness

But she didn't deserve to die

She got up from the dirt

Walk into the arms of demons

......

Luthor couldn't keep up with the old nun's pace

Is this telling your own story?

How is it the same as the bloody plot on TV

.....

"So you're here for revenge? That's why it's like this? ”

"No, I'm looking for my child!"

"Huh"

It's great

Great is a bit like a stereotypical hanging picture

Luthor looked at the old nun

At this moment, she seemed a little excited, and her voice was high and sad. Like an actor in a Broadway musical singing in the shadows.

Luther glanced at her ankles

The bare skin in the air is wrinkled like elm bark. A black mark seemed familiar. But for a moment I can't remember where I've seen it.

"And then?"

"Then she found her baby!"

"Where's her baby?"

Luthor knew that the story from the mouth of the nun, the living dead standing opposite at the moment, should be herself.

No one would be bored to bring a stranger into such a secluded room.

Then tell her a story

"Right in ......"

......

The words are not finished

The other party hurriedly stepped forward and stabbed a sword out of nowhere

Ding—Ding

A string of sparks flickered in front of Luther

This is the light and heat that comes out of Kenshin's scabbard rubbing against a slender sword

"You say you have no ill will towards me?"

"That's what you call no malice?"

Just in a split second

The old nun turned and stabbed a sword in her face

Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a large sewing needle

Slim and narrow fitness

The blade is a little blackened

It's like plastering

Gauntlets without ordinary weapons

It's like an elongated awl

It seems that this is what Leon asked him to look for

lethal weapon

"As I said, I have no ill will towards you."

"But why do you want to get in my way?"

forehead

Is this the first case of the wicked?

"What am I hindering you?"

"Everything was so perfectly planned, and he returned to the bosom of the Lord."

"If no one investigates, then in a few months someone will rehabilitate him, and he will enjoy all the fame behind him."

"However, it's all because of your appearance that the plan has been disrupted."

"Do you think you'll get away with it?"

Luthor had already guessed it by now

......

Imprints on the ankles

There are also male sacrifices

That's not an injury

It's a birthmark

The "he" that the nuns of the living dead say is the male sacrifice

Maybe

The lost baby in the story

It's him, too

such

can say to the living dead in front of him.

……

Lutherge blocked an oncoming sword

Hold the handle tightly with your right hand

Push your body hard at the waist

Draw the knife and rotate

"But why did she attack me?"

……

Sunlight shines through the skylight

Sprinkle in the middle of the hall

Luther held a knife in his right hand

Holding the scabbard in his left hand

In an awkward posture, the embankment is facing the opposite side

Just now, in order to get out, he drew his knife and turned around and drew a circle

Make the other person take a big step back

"Actually, we can sit down and talk. Dancing with guns or something is too violent. ”

"You can also keep telling the story, I'll keep listening"

Luthor stood and looked at the old nun opposite

He felt incredibly calm

The more endangered

The faster the reaction

The brain is like a processor with multiple threads

The nun in front of her was buried alive and transformed into the living dead through the secret method that Leon said.

He has been hiding in the church looking for his children

The first deceased was actively converted

After she was converted, she was discovered by the male priest, who did not expect that a servant of the gods would throw himself into the arms of the demon, so he killed the fallen red-clothed priest.

So how did the man die?

If the man is he killed

The nun of the living dead in front of her should seek revenge on the real culprit

Instead of wanting to take your own life

Luthor couldn't figure it out at the moment

"Flim tongue boy, you can't escape today."

"I have no ill will"

"Maybe I can help you find the killer of your child."

Maybe it's the name of the living dead that is scary

There was a fear of transcendence in Luther's mind

But judging by what happened just now

The other party doesn't seem to have the ability to kill him in seconds

so

Can the door be opened?

Luther glanced at the closed door

Yu Guang looked around

Except for the skylight overhead

There is a window behind the other party

Surrounded by Roman columns

All that's left is the walls covered with murals

There is no way to escape but the gate?

In such a church full of holiness, divinity

Hunted down by a living dead who took refuge in the darkness,

It's a picture full of irony

"After killing you, when things are calm, I will release a message to correct his name."

Does an upright sacrifice need to be justified?

Or is the inverted cross another conspiracy?

A wave has not settled, and a wave has risen.

"Don't you want to know who killed your son?"

"I know who killed him, but that's not something you should worry about."

"Quietly throwing yourself into the arms of the Father is what you should do."

"You're... Person... Why is it so unreasonable. ”

"Why don't you go to find the real murderer, why kill me!!"

Luthor wondered if the other side had lost his brain when he was transformed into the living dead.

Otherwise, chase the murderer

I have to kill a person who investigates

Don't

That's what I've said in a novel I've read before

Bad guys don't need a reason

？

"I have a companion!"

"You can shout, and no one will hear you."

……

Folds covered every inch of each other's bare skin

Large sewing needles

Never let up in the hands of the other party

Pale complexion

Sunken eyes

The eyes are cloudy and do not have a hint of brilliance

A living dead man

One is conscious

I also want to take my own life

of the living dead

Luthor had a lot of ideas

But never thought about it

That's what happened.