The car drove along the winding driveway lined with poplar trees to the villa in the suburbs. When www.biquge.info the car turned into the wide curved driveway, the villa came into view. The villa had three floors and a wide green lawn with a white fountain in the center of the lawn and a sparkling water under the fountain.

The two got out of the car and walked along the curved cobblestone path, through the lawn and fountain, to the black openwork iron door on the first floor, and the copper knocker on the antique iron door was large. Cheng Yuping was about to grab the knocker, and the door opened.

A neatly dressed butler stood in front of them, wearing a white tie and a black suit. He looked to be about fifty years old, but his expression was serious.

He nodded at Cheng Yuping, who was obviously in and out of the house often, and said loudly, "Mr. Bishop, come down immediately." He's changing his clothes, please come in. ”

The lobby on the first floor is spacious and magnificent, with crystal lamps hanging from the high dome and brilliant light refracted from all directions, illuminating the entire elegant European-style living room.

The chairs and cabinets are in European classical style, with gold as the main color, and mixed with white, which looks bright and generous. The combination of swirl patterns and classical figures, traditional historical traces and rich cultural heritage, showing extraordinary bearing.

The sofa and coffee table are closer to the Italian style, and almost all the cuts are in the golden ratio, showing a kind of pure beauty.

On the first floor, however, there was a large heavy rope that was clearly out of step with all the magnificence. A knot was tied in the large yellow rope, and there were faint dried dark blood stains on the knot.

Qi Luoling was shocked, but she didn't expect Cheng Yuping's next behavior to make her stunned.

Cheng Yuping hung his coat on the night shelf in front of the door, knelt on the ground, and prayed solemnly and silently. After praying, she picked up the rope on the ground, grabbed the other end of the rope, closed her eyes, smiled, and threw the rope hard towards her shoulder, striking her right back, and then throwing the rope to her left back. In this way, she fell to her knees and whipped her flesh repeatedly until blood soaked from her clothes. Finally she struggled to her feet from the ground, swaying out of the hall.

It didn't take long for a man to walk down the stairs on the second floor of the hall, he was about 1.9 meters tall, burly, wearing an ankle-length black hooded robe. His hair was brownish-black, and his apricot-brown eyes looked sharply at her. His eyes made Qi Luoling very cold, so cold that she couldn't help but shiver.

However, as he slowly walked down the steps, a smile appeared on his face. When he walked in front of Qi Luoling, he stretched out his big and generous hand. He had a huge yellow ring on his thumb, and the ring was also set with blue crystals, which was too dazzling.

"Hello, Miss Qi!"

"Hello, Mr. Bishop." Qi Luoling was nervous, sweating and holding his hand.

"Miss Qi, please be seated." He bent down slightly and politely pointed to the couch next to him.

She sat on the couch, nervous, not knowing what to say.

"Miss Qi, you don't have to be nervous. I have invited you here today to thank you. He said mildly.

"Thank me? Thanks to me for what? "She's a little confused.

"Thank you, of course."

"Thanks for the sheet music? I do not quite understand. She stared at him in amazement.

"Thank you for destroying our enemies and upholding justice."

"Who do you mean?" She had a vague answer in her mind.

"Eric, of course. However, this is also his own fault. The bishop smiled coldly.

Qi Luoling couldn't help but gasp as she listened carefully to the bishop's story.

Eric was born into a devout God-worshipping farming family in a remote mountain village in Germany. He grew up in an atmosphere full of mysterious gods and ghosts. Since childhood, he has always been interested in supernatural witchcraft, but later he became obsessed with music, especially playing the piano.

Eric is fully immersed in his art, but he only likes the ones that are related to the art of the muse. He longed to believe in fairies, he fantasized about beautiful melodies and more ethereal and wonderful goddesses, and all his passions were as fragrant as flowers. He was an eccentric kid from childhood. Other men are full of youthful aura, but he has an indescribable weird aura on his body.

By the time he was in college, he was still increasingly immersed in the desire for ghosts. One autumn, his widowed mother brought him a letter asking him to return home. Because he hadn't been home to see his mother for two years.

When he returned home, his mother was a strong, plump middle-aged woman. Likewise, she was a devout believer and never missed a single prayer. On the first Sunday Eric returned home, she happily asked her to go to church with her. For several years, she had been looking forward to this day day and night, when her son knelt beside her, in the village church, looking at the kind God and bathing in his blessings.

Unexpectedly, my son was hiding upstairs, playing that weird and sharp music. She held a Bible in her hand and called out his name. But Eric ignored her cries and played dark mocking music. The crisp and solemn bell at the head of the village was drowned in grotesque music.

When she heard her son's categorical refusal to go to church, she almost fainted. He said that going to church was a waste of time, that the music of the choirs was old and harsh, and that he never wanted to go to church again to be tortured, and he was very resolute.

His mother was terrified, and from that Sunday onwards, her former peace of mind had been lost, and she hastened to confess to the young priest, looking for comfort, hoping that God would forgive her actions and that her anguished soul would be freed.

But the young pastor's cold and serious attitude disappointed her. From then on, great fear and pain took root in her heart and she could not get rid of it. She couldn't sleep every day, and a gray beast trapped her soul. She had to worry about whether her son's soul would be saved and whether she would be able to see God after her death.

One day, after discovering that her petition to Our Lady through a priest was invalid, she decided to make a pilgrimage to a distant holy place. During a cold journey, she was finally overworked, fell ill, and died suddenly.

Such a poor woman was finally granted her wish to follow the revered Holy Spirit and to have the opportunity to atone for her rebellious son before the Holy Spirit, and to forgive him for his sins of contempt for the church, his refusal to pray, and his refusal to follow the Holy Spirit.

After his mother's death, Eric was very sad. Instead of feeling guilty, he cursed and hated the Holy Spirit even more intensely. After selling the valuable things in his family, he began to look for fame and glory in the world.

In the end, he killed his wife and used witchcraft to successfully imprison her soul in the Lord of the Rings, thus becoming famous all over the world. When he became famous, he joined forces with anti-religious forces around the world to make shocking statements, in which he questioned the existence of the Holy Spirit and even used his mother's death to attack the sins of Catholicism, especially against the Black Friars who accused penance.

Due to his musical charm that swept the world, he quickly gained the support of many forces. In this era of rapid development of online media, fans have responded to the demand, so the influence of the Black Brothers has become the focus of suspicion.

The Sisters in Black had no choice but to be interviewed by the media, and a reporter on the spot asked sharply: "Many people say that the Sisters in Black are a cult organization that specializes in brainwashing people. Some people say you are an ultra-conservative secret society. Which one are you? ”

The General Church of the Frins has explained again and again: "The Church of the Frins is not any of them, we are a branch of Roman Catholicism. We are Roman Catholics, and we regard the observance of Catholic doctrine in our daily lives as a matter of paramount importance. ”

"Does 'God's good works' have to include swearing to one's own chastity, through self-scourging, and with penance to bring atonement for sin?" The journalist questioned again.

"Asceticism is mainly done to temper desires, especially to overcome the temptations of holiness on the contrary, and also to express the spirit of repentance and atonement, in which case prayer is more likely to touch the heart of God, according to the saying. In the Middle Ages, penances were more prevalent, such as whipping (once a week or so) and fasting, which were more deliberate and demanding practices, and in order not to endanger life, there were boundaries of asceticism according to each person's constitution. It is generally common to be more frugal in daily life. Nowadays this phenomenon is rare, and if anyone is willing to do some austerity, he must get the approval of the dean, for fear that the asceticism will affect his health excessively. ”

However, these explanations are of no avail. The media always likes to stare at penance. And things are getting worse, so they have to make a plan to destroy Eric. So, they used Qi Luoling's score to easily cause Eric's death.

"Doesn't your religion preach charity? Why do they start killing, albeit indirectly, in order to create conflict? ”

You should know that there is no absolute charity, only relative charity. When Eric slanders us, he slanders God. Those who slander God will be rebuffed by force, unwaveringly. For 2,000 years, we have defended our faith and resolutely resisted all kinds of enemies who tried to attack it. “

Qi Luoling thought to himself that the benevolence he preached was the benevolence of self-interest. When interests are involved, religion no longer has charity to speak of, it is clothed in the skin of benevolence, and there is only force and blood in its bones.

"How do you know that the score will kill him?"

The bishop smiled slightly and said, "Of course you know, you are the heir of devil's music, and the score is demonic. ”

"You mean you knew that the sheet music would unleash the soul of Eric's wife?"

"Of course."

"Why are you so sure?"

"My best friend Gail told me."

"Who is Gail?"

Gail is the CEO of Yuna, the world's largest record company. He knows all kinds of music, including religious music, even the devil's music in your hands. ”

"What about devil's music?"

"Yes, he has a huge library where every piece of music can be found. As long as it has appeared in the world, even if it only appears once, there are traces to follow in him. ”

"Where is the Yuna Company?"

It is headquartered in the borough of Manhattan, New York, USA. However, there is a branch in Shanghai, located near the Bund, and it happens that in the past few days, the CEO has inspected the work in the Shanghai branch. You're lucky to meet him. ”

Qi Luoling nodded, looked at the time, and got up to say goodbye without leaving.