"My name is James Smith, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "The old gentleman walked ahead of us, and he looked back at Andrew and me a little, and his tone was kind and calm.

The dimly lit corridors were not lit, and the afterglow of the setting sun that brushed the window lattices turned a deep black, and the wallpaper was dyed with a layer of silence.

"Andrew Gray."

"Vera...... Lancelot. "I still hesitate to pronounce this surname

James nodded.

"I was discussing with a priest about how humans can receive forgiveness from the gods when he suddenly vomited blood and died in his chair, presumably infected......" James said word for word in a slightly hoarse voice, as if to explain something that would normally happen," ...... I know almost everything about this church because every week I come to worship with my wife......"

James's words stopped.

I looked at his back and guessed why he didn't continue.

"She has been called by Jehovah to live happily in heaven."

"Thank you." James's voice was a little desolate.

I held Andrew's body, I looked up at him, he wasn't doing well, he was breathing with his mouth slightly open, sweat dripping down his forehead on the clothes on my shoulders, I could hear him deliberately suppress his breathing so that the guys with guns pointed at us would not know how bad his body really was. His body was heavy, almost two-thirds or more of his weight on my shoulder, and I bit my lower lip lightly, feeling Andrew's right toe tiptoe against the hard floor tiles, moving with a little difficulty, with each step, through every closed window.

Bear with me a little longer......

Now we have no choice.

You can only choose to be in the same room with these slightly dangerous guys.

To live.

I looked at James's back, and every step he took seemed steady and self-controlled, but his back was so lonely.

In fact, he was nothing more than a poor old widow.

The rest of the way, none of us spoke again, and as we walked through a long arc-shaped corridor, James stopped in front of a closed door. The dark brown door was as high as the wall, and the metal doorknob reflected the cold light, and James grasped the doorknob, turned sideways to fix his eyes on me and Andrew, and we stopped, as did the man behind us, who was on constant alert, and stood on the left side of the door, looking up at us.

"We think it's a revelation from God that has brought us here." James said in a calm voice.

We?

I frowned slightly.

"Squeak-" The door rubbed against the ground and was slowly pushed open.

The small, narrow slit of the door opened little by little, and I could see everything behind it.

It was a circular reading room, with tables and chairs arranged at a crooked and random angle, some of which had fallen to the floor, and a pile of books scattered under the desk. Four or five tall wooden bookcases stood on either side of the reading room, and in the direction of the door was a closed window. The damp air, the dim light, the huge chandelier hung listlessly from the curved ceiling painted with oil paintings, and by the light from the windows, I saw six other people in the reading room, three women, a man, a boy with glasses sitting in the corner, and a little girl sitting at a small desk with her head bowed and drawing. The moment the door was slowly pushed open, except for the little girl with her head down, everyone else's eyes were focused on me and Andrew like keen predators. A young woman sitting on a windowsill smoking leans her arms on her bent knees, looks at us sideways, opens her mouth slightly, and slowly exhales a puff of white smoke that obscures her appearance.

"How did I not know you still have guests?" A short-haired blonde woman sitting at a desk put down the thick books in her hand and looked up at us standing in the doorway.

"New friends." James walked into the reading room and said mildly.

I glanced at the unfamiliar faces and remained silent.

"Andrew Gray, Vera Lancelot." James tilted his eyes a little and introduced us to a few people in the room.

"My God, look at this man, he doesn't hurt lightly......" The woman with short blond hair looked at Andrew, revealing an incredulous tone, she crossed her hands in front of her chest and took a step closer. I looked at her, her short blond hair, pursed lips, and thin figure wrapped in white trousers made her look shrewd and capable, and she turned slightly sideways, and the cross on the woman's chest stood out at the neckline.

I helped Andrew to sit down in a chair, lowered my eyes, and wiped the sweat from Andrew's forehead.

The wounds all over his body were bleeding, and it was hard to imagine how he could endure such pain.

"He's infected?" With the sound of the door slowly shut, a man's voice came from behind us.

I heard the voice, a visceral resistance.

That bastard!

I glared back at him.

"Andrew is not infected."

He sneered: "Who knows." ”

His words made the atmosphere in the room tense up instantly.

Seriously, seeing him pulling the corners of his mouth and looking like no one in his eyes, anyone wanted to rush up and slap him a few times.

"Andrew didn't, had, been, felt, dyed!" I almost gritted my teeth and spat out those words.

This scumbag is always trying to get us out of here!

Glancing at Andrew, who was sitting in the chair, the thug snorted, his eyes full of disdain, he walked to a brown table on the other side of the reading room, turned around and sat down on the table, put one leg on the table, and put the rifle beside him.

There was a temporary dead silence in the reading room.

"Little girl."

Hearing Andrew's voice, I lowered my head.

He didn't speak, just raised his hand and shook my arm.

I crouched down, crouched down next to his chair, and looked up at him.

“…… Listen, you can't die yet. ”

"Reason."

"I have a lot more to ask you."

"I chose not to answer." His voice remained composed.

“…… Your options are forfeited. I whispered, raised an eyebrow, and stood up.

Scanning the arc of the reading room, I saw a black-haired man sitting in a chair with his back against the tall bookcase behind him, and a little girl drawing with her head bowed was sitting in front of him, his eyes closed, as if he was not interested in all this. The little girl's brown hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, her little hand was holding a crayon on the white paper, and the other hand was pressing the drawing paper, she was engrossed in drawing, her small body was shrouded in the sunset through the window lattice, and the corners of the pink dress were slightly wrinkled by her. Not far from them, the bespectacled boy sat under the bookcase, leaning out slightly and looking curiously at Andrew and me, he was dressed in a gray uniform that resembled a school uniform, his distant eyes slid down from time to time, and he had to reach out and push his glasses.

"Maybe I can help you bandage your ...... briefly" The short-haired woman walked up to Andrew and looked down at him, her blonde hair tinged with a soft sheen, "My name is Erin, and I'm a doctor." ”

"No, you don't." Andrew coldly refused.

How can someone as proud as he might need to accept handouts?

Amusing.

"But your wounds ......"

"I said no, woman, don't be nosy." Andrew's tone was a little colder.

"Please help him bandage it." I looked up at Dr. Irene.

"Little girl." Andrew's voice was dangerous.

"Andrew sprained his right leg...... There may be a fracture in the lower leg and a very swollen ankle. ”

Andrew glared at me, and I ignored his gaze.

"In addition to this, he had a very serious wound on his right arm, and in addition to that, there were some cuts, scratches, ......"

Listening to my statement, Erin leaned down, pursed her lips and untied the clothes that were wrapped around Andrew's wound little by little, the wound tissue that had just healed was torn little by little, the muscles that adhered to the fabric were torn along with the strips of cloth that were detached, and the blood could not stop spilling out of the narrow wound, I stood beside him, and the blood vessels deep in the muscles were faintly visible, which was shocking.

Erin frowned.

"Such wounds must be sutured...... But at the moment we don't have a needle, so I can only help him simply stop the bleeding, hoping that the bacteria will not be infected. Erin crouched down next to Andrew's chair, tossed the blood-soaked garment at her feet, and looked at Andrew, "How does your wound feel now?" Do you feel a burning pain? ”

Andrew didn't answer, closed his eyes and ignored it.

I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had acquiesced.

Thank God he didn't put a gun to Erin's head and threaten her to stay away from him.

"Click."

I turned my head when I heard the voice, and saw the thin man with a rifle walking behind us casually finding a chair and sitting down in the corner, looking around, his eyes wandering.

He is like a possum that is always on alert.

Hunched over, shrinking himself into the shadows, as if so as not to reveal his presence.

I looked away at the completely unfamiliar faces, and the girl sitting on the windowsill smoking a cigarette faintly withdrew her gaze from us, her head leaning against the cold lattice, looking out of the glass and slowly exhaling smoke rings from the sky outside the glass. To her left, a straight-haired woman with black hair sat in a chair, her left hand propped up her head against the desk, and her right hand tapping boredly on the table.

"Boom. Boom. "It was the only sound in the room.

Our arrival was like a pebble falling into a pool of water.

After stirring up a little wave, everything is calm again.

The protagonist is already on the field.

Heavenly punishment is about to begin.

You ready?

I stood in silence, and for some reason a voice whispered like this.