18:28 minutes.

The head sat on his big and terrible desk, like a boy under fifteen years old, with one foot crossed and the other hanging under the table, and on his lap lay a roll of something that looked like a piece of plastic paper less than a centimeter thick, 6 carat in size, and the ruler of the "Tower of Babel" raised his fingertips and moved it cautiously and carefully...... the plane of the "Tower of Babel" unfolded on this new concept tablet that was still only a prototype, When you click on the red and blue dots, you can get the real-time situation of the other place from the ubiquitous surveillance probe - which places are basically in different degrees of chaos, green means that they are safe and sound, you don't know how long they can keep it, and gray ones that cannot be clicked on - that means that the surveillance probe in that area has been damaged and cannot be used.

Area G was in the dark, looking lifeless, but the boss could imagine how lively it was, and before the surveillance equipment in the hallway was engulfed in flames, he had seen the poisoners in Room 18 tear up the metal electromagnetic door and the tempered glass door inside with their bare hands, and carry out their little guests. Without much identification and analysis, he immediately knew that this was the guy, didn't he? Although that face, as well as the fingerprints and palm prints of the ten fingers belonged to another person, as long as he looked at the arrogant eyes, the clean and neat means, and the graceful demeanor that he could maintain even if there was a bullet chasing after his ass, he should be able to think that it was a ghoul, Anthony. Hopkins, with his aristocratic blood, belonged to the demons of the last century.

The boss took a toffee from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth, it was filled with lemon, and the head pursed his lips and eyebrows in sourness - he was deeply surprised that he had not been able to pick the poisonous snake out of the grass in the first place, but fortunately it did not constitute a crime or a handle, the agency had been established long enough, but it was still fresh inside, and it had not allowed the bureaucrats of the FBI, for example, or the state police to occupy too important positions, and the people above would not care about a small mistake or two. As long as it can be redeemed in time, the leader believes that he can do it - Anthony. Hopkins is indeed a cunning guy, the intelligence department thought that it could pinch his tail through the "anesthesiologist", who knew that he actually tricked them into making a completely wrong judgment through the same person - no need to investigate, the boss could already be sure that the surprise attack half an hour ago was bait thrown by the ghouls, but he still couldn't figure out why this perverted doctor let a large group of emotional operation team members run around with a corpse and dolls full of blood...... It didn't do him much good to set off the alarm - in such a situation, Area G would first be completely locked down, as strong as the world's largest vault, and no one would be able to get in for ten minutes to prevent him from taking his child from the room, but again, he wouldn't want to get out of it, and after ten minutes, the perimeter of Area G would be filled with members of the operations team and guards with live ammunition.

This part was definitely included in the information given to him by the "anesthesiologist".

What the hell is this bastard trying to do?

The head peeled a toffee again, the gummies rolled between his tongue and teeth, the saliva quickly turned it sticky, he bit into it, and found that it was filled with durian.

It's terrible.

***

The flames are blazing.

The fire sprinklers on the canopy swirled and spewed out cold, transparent dots that met flames of unknown origin, creating a thick fog in the air, and the residents of Area G cautiously stood against the solid wall, slightly lowering their bodies - instead of lying on their stomachs as in the fire escape educational film, a position that might not have choked them to death by the smoke, but it was likely to put a deadly creature on their backs or the back of their heads, and they could see a hazy figure not far away through the fog and flames. But at least for the first two or three minutes, no one spoke.

Everyone is tormented by their own desires and powers, but no one wants to be a victim of other people's desires and powers.

"We need to get out first." Unexpectedly, it was a woman who spoke first. There was tiredness and horror in her voice, but it was still appealing—it made you want to hear her continue, "We have to get out of here first." She said.

Anthony. Hopkins found her clever use of two "firsts" in succession, and slightly accentuated their pronunciation, two seemingly inconsequential words that did a good job of directing the beast's attention to the aspect she wanted—whether it was freedom or her own safety.

"That's not going to work."

Anthony. Hopkins said that in the silence of the other man's voice, the ghoul's hissing voice stood out, the kind of noise that had been there since he had spent eight years in the state violent psychiatric hospital, and even after many years of frequent talking, but it had the same but different charm as the previous female voice, which made people tremble and listen.

"Destroy here, destroy everything," his voice echoed in the flames and water vapor, "it's a wonderful thing. ”

Sasha's small arms wrapped around his neck, and he could feel the male's throat vibrating with pleasure.

Father was making a bad boy again, he thought, and then fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

***

The priest lay straight and straight like a plank.

He wasn't like Dr. Hopkins, a veteran of sleeping in psychiatric hospitals and prison cots, but the monastery and seminary beds were hard and cramped enough that he slept comfortably in this nightless thermostatic sleeping chamber, though the kind of sleep that lasted for more than twenty hours a day was not what he wanted.

For some reason that could not be made public, the agency did not immediately hand him over to the police or the bounty party (if the latter, he would undoubtedly have been torn to shreds by the angry parents), but what deeply troubled the institution was the priest's ability, an exceptional, powerful, and difficult to suppress ability - whether it was a prison or a shackle, which did not do much for him, and finally the doctors of the institution gave him propranolol hydrochloride (one of the B blockers). Unlike other tranquilizers, the main function of this drug is to lower the heart rate, which does not enter the brain itself. But because the heart rate slows, like taking a deep breath, it indicates to the brain that a non-stress state prevails—that the parasympathetic nervous system is working. Such neurological divisions will only begin to function when we do not need to make immediate survival a top priority. It gives humans time to relax and digest food, not to sweat to cool down, or to dilate the trachea to increase breathing adequately, and to be on high alert to respond to rapidly changing circumstances...... In short, it makes humans docile, sluggish, and amiable, like a piece of linen that gradually loosens and softens under the water vapor of an iron.

There is no light, no sound, no smell, even the sense of touch becomes nothing.

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth." The priest whispered in his heart: "The earth is empty and chaotic. The abyss is dark. The Spirit of God hovers over the waters...... God said, "Let there be light, and there was light." ”

When he opened his eyes, it was still darkness. He tried to squirm his tongue, but it remained stiff and he opened his mouth to make a subtle breath sound from his vocal cords...... His limbs were numb, his body was heavy as a mountain, everything was as usual, and time seemed to have lost its meaning in him.

Sleep, sleep, the devil tempted him, no frustration, no panic, no despair...... How sweet the sleep is, how happy the sleep is.

In the dark, he recited the Bible with his own head and heart, sixty-six volumes, one thousand one hundred and eighty-nine chapters, thirty-one thousand one hundred and seventy-three verses, and nine hundred and sixty-nine thousand two hundred words...... Well, he remembered every Bible he had, a small black lambskin cover the size of a child's hand, delicately printed but with yellowed and rolled pages, in his own pocket, with a black lambskin cover; from his "father" (here the father is the abbot) the complete copy of the Bible, thirty-two folio, with a brown satin hard cover and a gilded title; Silver buckle with vivid illustrations, the first letter of each stanza in ancient Gothic script, a beautiful manuscript like a work of art, from his diocesan bishop...... There were also gifts given to him by the parishioners, which could fill almost an entire bookshelf when gathered.

Each one was given the best care, each one was lovingly rubbed by the owner, and he remembered the details of every Bible, from the punctuation marks to the date of printing, which he kept on his chest and recited from time to time—every word in it was good, and he read them like a hungry man devouring bread, like a thirsty man drinking sweet springs.

They have never been more obscure and elusive.

Sleep, sleep, the temptation of the devil is careless, how much the medicine of man has helped him, the believers and messengers of God or Jesus succumb to unconscious sleep again and again, and his soul is pulled by the body and slides towards the bottomless swamp.

His mind was still alive, but his brain was almost dead.

18:29 minutes.

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth." Again, he whispered a prayer in his heart: "The earth is empty and chaotic. The abyss is dark. The Spirit of God hovers over the waters...... God said, "Let there be light, and there was light." ”

Gentle but vast power washed over the priest's body, and he heard God speaking to him, as if he had received a divine call for the first time, and he opened his eyes and saw light, a soft light that filled his entire vision.

Tears flowed from his eyes, and he tried to move his fingers, finding himself regaining control of his body, he pushed his sleep compartment open and sat up, realizing that he had never felt better.

He walked to the window and saw the flames and smoke, and humans in uniform and white running between the courtyard and the corridors.

"Therefore this is what the Lord says: Ye have not hearkened unto me, but have declared freedom every one of you to his brother and neighbor.

Look! And I proclaim to you the same freedom, that you may be free from the sword, and from famine, and from pestilence, and that you may be tossed and tossed among all the kingdoms of the earth.

This is what the Lord has said. ”

(To be continued)