More news came - a group of monkeys came to Robert's house with six children, they were making a lot of noise in the kitchen, Mr. Robert brought his shotgun to stop them, he killed two monkeys, but the other monkeys scratched one eye, bit off three fingers, and the whole face was torn to a bloody blur, and even so, he was still luckier than his wife, who was scratched by a large monkey and had her stomach cracked, and old Paul, who came to call the police, almost told the sheriff in a battle of teeth— How the monkeys dug out a woman's intestines and wrapped them all over the place—like a cat's messy balls of thread.

"Okay, I'll get there as soon as possible, please wait where you are, don't leave." Sheriff Abel said into the microphone that tonight, he said that to everyone who called the police.

He sat down and opened a tabloid of astonishing weight and even more content, which had been brought to him by the empathetic head of the action group, and God knew that during the six months he had been here, the birds below and above him had faded out of the woods - nothing that might lead to "false thoughts" was not accepted here, not even jokes, because most of them had to do with sex and God, so in addition to the children's books in the library, the Bible, a journal of the supervising denomination, and the town's own distribution, Aside from a newspaper as a mass and sermon schedule and a flyer, the only thing worth reading is probably the restaurant's menu.

The phone kept ringing, and Sheriff Abel's eyes were fixed on the half-naked blonde who was twisting her waist and throwing winks, completely unaware that some of the townsfolk who had waited for more than half an hour and still hadn't seen him had turned their complaints and reproaches into curses and curses. If it weren't for the uncertainty of his location, Able would have been dragged out by the angry townsfolk to feed the dangerous beasts that were wreaking havoc on the town.

Institutions don't need them anymore anyway.

The town has already dealt with more than a dozen defectors for the establishment, and as the "technology" grows, the appetite grows. This is not the most annoying, the most dissatisfying thing for the institution is that it is precisely because of the self-righteousness and ignorance of the townspeople that some organizations and people in the outside world have noticed and focused on this place, and the unusual here will sooner or later be exposed by some ill-intentioned guys, and if it is not good, the institution will also enjoy the special treatment of being extremely exposed.

And what happened to the defectors - not every defector was useless, some of them had the information and intelligence needed by the agency, and some of them had special abilities that were worth studying, while most of the townsfolk were sending back a pile of garbage...... You know, the people in the organization who can be guided by this kind of subtle hints are basically not the kind of perverted repositories in the action group who are as mentally and physically tenacious, they still crave love, believe in friendship, look forward to family affection, have sweet fantasies and real trust in this cold and strange world - they can hardly afford the huge gap between hope and disappointment and even despair, so there is a chance that they will completely collapse and frenzy.

The Institution had hoped to be a hidden greenhouse, where the occasional errant bird waited for the arrival of the hunters, who instead treated the birds as private objects to be manipulated with.

The agency had warned Abel through Abel, but the people in the town didn't take it seriously, and they even warned Abel in turn - they would make the agency and their own illegal trade public!

Oh, and they even know it's illegal!

The sheriff exclaimed inwardly, and flipped through a page of the newspaper, which showed a dark-skinned mulatto of black and white, her breasts not as majestic as the previous one, but certainly beautifully shaped and properly proportioned.

He was curious about how the townspeople had divided their actions and thoughts into a Great Rift Valley-like existence.

They consider the dealings they make with them illegal, but they don't think that they themselves are part of it, and that it is important—though it may be nothing, compared to the way they deal with the "defectors"—their doctrine commands them not to lie, but each townsfolk knows how to skillfully mislead and explain (for themselves and for the strangely behaved outsiders) lest the birds that have caught in the net run around in panic; Their doctrine also commanded them not to use evil means to gain advantage, but they always found all sorts of reasons to seize the last money and the last ounce of strength from the fugitives; Their doctrine had commanded them not to do unwarranted harm, so the people of the town were not allowed to divorce, fornication, prostitution or prostitution, and criminals, but they were glad to spend the last few days venting their rancid, dark, and filthy desires on the goods they were about to hand over to the agency.

They imprison, insult, hurt, abuse, rape their own kind, and take pride in it, complacent.

Strangely enough, Sheriff Abel had read the information here before he came here, and as the first defector to come here said, this town was indeed a poor and desolate place, but full of human touch and simplicity.

But from the second defector, a beautiful, intelligent and wealthy woman, all began to show signs of derailment. Abel didn't know if she had actively or passively handed over her first money and taken her first job, or if she had accepted the first beatings, verbal abuse, or even rape, but when the agency got the feathered and brain-disorganized bird back, it was an indisputable fact that the people of the town changed their attitudes - they were justifiably demanding all kinds of benefits from the agency, from interest-free loans to cash checks, from public facilities to personal benefits...... And in order to keep the townspeople safe, they demanded that certain means be used to deal with the "criminals" in certain circumstances.

As a result, every resident here has some forbidden weapons in their homes, from guns to knives, and they can do whatever they want with those who defect, as long as they have an "object" that can breathe, talk, and think.

Sheriff Abel pressed his chin lightly, or perhaps this is where the madness of the townsfolk comes from, in their minds, these self-contained creatures cannot be counted as human beings, they are the embodiment of sin, the fugitives who cannot be treated in any way, and the best vent for revenge and prosecution even if they are hurt and humiliated...... In fact, if it were you, you wouldn't mind doing whatever it was like to do whatever you want, even though it was a crime, without being held accountable in any way.

See, that's the difference. Abel thought to himself, knowing that it was a crime, and that he was not doing anything good, but it was much better than those bastards who were in the pit of shit and still felt and claimed to be pure and fragrant.

They made Abel sick.

The phone rang again, this time at school, and a big boy in the middle of a voice-changing period told Abel in a hoarse voice that many tigers had jumped into the schoolhouse, and they were eating people.

Abel's phone was on the speaker, and a member of the action team jumped up involuntarily, Abel glanced at it, repeated what had been repeated more than ten times today, and hung up the phone.

He glanced at the man who was basically normal in his clothes and eyes, and could roughly understand his thoughts, after all, in the outside world, a person with a certain ability to act is not likely to be one of their options when they hear that a neighboring school or child is being attacked by wild beasts.

"No," Abel stood up, stood behind the coffee machine, and made himself a cup of black coffee that was so strong that it could almost condense, if it was another task, yes, no problem, everyone was only responsible for themselves anyway, but this time was different, the agency lost a full five members of the action team in Ariawu last time.

Most of the members were hand-picked, almost all of them veterans, and they knew how to obey orders regardless of their abilities, just to deal with the two cruel madmen: "This mission does not include the salvation of the world, Your Excellency the Savior," he sneered, "We are only responsible for catching the devil." ”

***

We will destroy this place, because the voice of sin in the city is great before the LORD, and the LORD has sent us to destroy this place. —Genesis

The priests of the town were preparing for Mass tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, but the celebration was interrupted due to rain, so the townspeople unanimously decided to do another glorious Mass of Thanksgiving in memory of the patron saint who had made a great sacrifice for the town.

The snow-white and dazzling linen sacrificial cloth on the altar had been laid, and the lilies dotted the edge of the altar, leaving a large space for the Gospels, and a place for the Holy Lord and the Holy Plate, and perhaps a pure silver Eucharistic box donated by the townspeople, as well as a suitable place for the Eucharist, the Holy Blood Cloth, the Holy Cap, and the Mass Scriptures, and perhaps a secondary altar. It seems appropriate to place it next to the secondary altar, but the existing secondary altar is not perfect, it is made of oak and, if possible, of other noble, sturdy materials - such as cherry?

At the end of this time the town will receive a new church, a new church, with a new, beautiful stone altar, and a side altar and other delicate and beautiful things, but the priest will not see it, because of his excellent "performance" (most of which comes from the generous donations of the townspeople and the Mass that must be held every few days), he has been given a chance to be promoted, and in a few days he will leave for the central city of the diocese, To receive the bishop's blessing and to be conferred a new priesthood.

It may have been a revelation from God, just as the angel urged Lot to go out with his wife and two daughters so that he would not be destroyed for the sins in the city of Sodom, and he too would leave the town, which was becoming more and more fearful with each passing day.

The priest decided to place the menorah on the secondary altar, and he took two steps back to make sure that the whole altar was perfect, after all, that it was his last mass in the town.

Finally, he wanted to see his new sacrificial garment, which was also newly added, hand-sewn by the nuns of St. Bernadette's convent, in bright red silk, with a golden cross-stitch pattern on the collar and the center of the front, and a tie of the same texture, also beautifully embroidered, which was both beautiful and solemn.

The priest went into the sacrificial robe, where the light was not turned on, and the holy well, which was poured out for the washing of the sacrificial vessels and the holy cloth (Holy Blood cloth, Holy Body cloth, etc.), glowed softly and pleasantly in the faint light.

The priest put his finger on the light switch, but accidentally pressed it against the soft fabric.

A gloved hand blocked the switch, while the other quickly and silently grabbed the priest by the neck and dragged him into the darkness.

The door to the vestment room was shut.

(To be continued)