"Wait a minute."

One of the soldiers was preparing to take Bo'er. When Douglas pushed it out, Charlie said, "We have a guy here who is sick, and she can't push the sick person back to the barn, and she doesn't have the strength to push the heavy stuff."

Boa. Douglas looked at Charlie with hatred in his eyes, and the leader believed that if it were possible, he would dig open the boy's skull with his bare hands and pour red-hot iron juice into it—but he was a smart boy, and he knew that arguing with Charlie would not help, and there was only one person who could call the shots.

"Please, dear sir," he said softly, "you won't change your mind, will you?"

The leader looked at him with amusement, walked up to the pedestal of the baptismal font, and looked at Lila earnestly: "You are sick." He said, "Girl, do you want to go back?"

Lila gasped, feeling the breath pass through her lungs, trachea, and mouth, almost scalding the fragile mucous membranes: "I don't want to go back." She said hoarsely.

"A clear choice." The leader complimented, and he jumped off the pedestal: "Otherwise, I'll have to ask my soldiers to bring two more people over - I'll kill you, and then your little boyfriend." All right, now all is all right, let the boy go back to the barn, and we'll all take our places, seven times clockwise," he said, "seven times counterclockwise, right, Dean."

"Yes." The dean said.

"Then what are you waiting for," said the chief, "push." ”

Boa. Douglas threw a gloating look at Charlie, it wasn't that he didn't want to look at Beelzebub and Sasha, and the lowly woman Lila, but the soldier in charge of escorting him was already pushing him forward, and at this critical moment, he didn't want to anger the moody bastard leader above with some unnecessary little gesture.

They might go back to the barn unharmed, but so what, they can't do anything because he's Douglas. Boa. Douglas walked briskly and slenderly. In the dimly lit corridor, this corridor didn't even have a window, and it was hot and greasy, which reminded him of the monster's esophagus. What a joy it was that he was escaping from that bloody jaw, and that the people he hated were left in the monster's stomach.

There was a wheezing sound behind him, they were pushing the baptisting font decorated with the seven little demons, Bao'er was walking faster, bad omen, bad omen was leaking everywhere, he had to flee quickly.

A cubic of marble weighs about three tons, and the marble baptistery in front of them is a standard size, about four feet deep. It was about nine feet wide and long, and if there were no traps underneath, even if they were ten times as large as they could push it - even then, it was hard to get it moving at first, and a minute passed. The baptismal fountain did not move, and the leader stood aside, stroking his pistol.

"The soldier I sent to the barn will be back in twenty minutes," said the chief, "and I will ask him to bring two more." As soon as he steps into here, I'll kill one and replace the other, how about it? Can this make you push harder?"

"As long as ......," the dean said intermittently, "move...... It's ...... Come on. ”

It took them another thirty seconds. Only then did they hear the chistrum, a beautiful sound, and everyone's hands suddenly lightened, and they were finally able to move, clockwise, the baptismal font rumbled and slowly rotated like a large millstone. One, two, three...... Beelzebub's position was knocked behind the regimental commander, the pierced thigh was bleeding, the first aid bandage was useless, the dark red blood flowed to the marble floor, and he stepped on his own blood. With a hard sliding, his jaw slammed into the protruding horns of the dripper, and a bloody mouth was torn out that was no less inferior to the other wounds.

"Fifteen minutes to go." The leader said indifferently.

Charlie looked back and saw that he wanted to pick up his father, but was pushed back hard by the regiment commander.

Beelzebub left his position, reached under the armpit of the regimental commander, and at once pulled him up, carefully avoiding his wounds, and put him back in his place, so that his chest was pressed against the neck of the dripper.

The head of the regiment said thank you vaguely.

Taking advantage of this gap, Sasha touched Lila, who was standing between him and Beelzebub, and the girl was groggily closed, her hands clutching the dripping mouth, and her whole body was hot, if it were an ordinary person, she would have passed out completely. But Lila could still open her eyes and smile at him when she felt Sasha touch her.

The baptismal font began to turn again, and this time no one fell, seven times clockwise and seven times counterclockwise.

"Where's the entrance?" The leader asked, and everything was still the same.

"Listen," said the dean with difficulty before the leader became impatient, "hear me...... Is that the voice? It's like giving a wind-up toy...... The sound of winding. ”

They heard, Gradgrad, in the silent baptistery, as if coming from far away.

A soldier suddenly shouted.

The leader looked at the place where his gaze had fallen, and it was the only passage connecting the outside world, the narrow passageway, which was shaking, and in the chair, countless rubbles fell from the top, and a soldier ran towards the path, and the next moment he let out a desperate scream, the ground collapsed, his feet were sunk in the deep black hole, he shot at the falling stones, but only two shots were fired, and he was completely buried.

The crumble spread inward, the baptistery trembled slightly, and the lamp on the top, the bronze chandelier that hung so high that you had to lift your head to the limit to see it in its entirety, swayed from side to side like the decoration on a little girl's school bag, creak, creak, and the stucco blocks depicting the fine frescoes peeled off and fell down to the floor of the baptistery.

The leader jumped onto the pedestal and lifted the dean from the ground, who looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Well done." The leader said that his glock17 was pressed against the dean's forehead and fired a shot at close range, shattering the dean's entire head.

Squeak, squeak...... The chandelier, which had been working for the baptistery for hundreds of years, swayed, cracks appeared around the stone that held the bronze chain in place, denser and wider, and the mud, dozens of times older than humans, burst into a gray-black mist in the air.

The leader put his pistol back in place and said, "Kill them." He ordered, and then along with two soldiers, three FAMASF1 guns were aimed at the people at the baptismal font at the same time.

The lamp fell, its tip dug deep into the center of the baptistery, and the whole baptistery was beating, and the bullets hit the lampposts, the stands, the lampholders, and the dangdangdangdang dangdang.

((One second to remember)