The car gas station at the entrance of Lianghong Street, which has long been rebuilt after the disaster, has many more residences nearby, especially at the foot of the red mountain at the intersection, there is still a long-worn billboard, which can vaguely distinguish the word "refueling". Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info If there is really a gas leak here, it will not be rebuilt in order not to repeat the old tricks.

Away from the path of the town, Mu Tianyu headed north, and on this way, there were few pedestrians, and the town was relatively quiet. Even if he patronized the supermarket, he didn't meet too many people, as the old man of the hotel said, although the mall was big, but the things in it were not complete, he picked out a few necessities, and left in a hurry.

It is hard to believe that the missionary church will be built here, the road is lined with wild grass, as if no one has stepped into it for a long time, maybe it will be in vain, Mu Tianyu sighed, stopped halfway up the mountain, and rested for a while. He patted the bag on his shoulder with great annoyance, and said to himself, "Oh, I'm so stupid, why don't I go to the supermarket when I return." ”

Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

At this moment, from the quiet deep valley, there was a sound of heavy objects crashing, similar to the chopping of blunt objects. A blue-tailed finch next to it was still perched on a branch of the redwoods, and it was worried about foraging, but it was not frightened by the sound of the knocking, as if it had become accustomed to it.

Mu Tianyu heard the sound and left, the climate in the valley was colder than in the town, probably because the terrain formed a natural vent, so the cold snap would continue.

Bang...... Bang...... Bang......

As the sound got closer, it became clearer and clearer, a little crisp, and it was accompanied by the tearing and falling of the wooden blocks, which made people inadvertently think of chopping wood, what an ancient breath of life. Generally, there is no electrical communication in the deep mountains, such as the temporary residence of a hunter, the prison room of a kidnapper, or the melon shed that guards the vegetable garden, which immediately aroused many associations of Mu Tianyu. In fact, none of these are the ones, and no one can guess that it has anything to do with the missionary church.

This place is far more desolate than the old innkeeper described it, even if it is decorated with "wild ruins". Mu Tianyu, who was among the weeds, looked back and saw that the appearance of the town had long since disappeared.

Bang...... Bang...... Bang......

The young man chopping wood sensed the movement, and he stopped swinging his axe and stared at the figure hidden in the weed-hidden road. His eyes were confused, and he was a little more vigilant, then he threw away the axe in his hand and walked over. "Hi, hello." The immature voice sounds like an underage child.

"Hello." Mu Tianyu smiled in return, and trudged through the barren grass. "Is this the Missionary Chapel?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, yes, it's the Missionary Chapel." His voice trembled slightly, looking a little nervous, and then he exclaimed with a gloomy face, "If you were sent by the mayor to talk about this land, then you should go back, my father is not here." ”

"This land? Oh, no, no, don't get me wrong. Mu Tianyu came to the young man. I just came to the church for some personal help, oh, this place is so remote, how can it be like this. "The young man is still wary of him, the representatives who came to negotiate the land in the past will always follow all kinds of reasons and excuses, and he has to doubt the truth of what Mu Tianyu said." Father is your father? ”

The young man's frowning brows did not relax, and at this time, from the courtyard behind him, a middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes gradually walked out. "Ani, you go in first." He commanded, and the boy turned away, passing by him. "Hello, I'm a priest here, I don't know how I can help you." He didn't wear that single black hood, just a brown turtleneck.

"Sorry, I'm really bothered, I'm here just to seek the truth of one thing, maybe you should know." Mu Tianyu got straight to the point and took out the brown paper diary from his bag.

The middle-aged man's body trembled, and the coagulated blood boiled all of a sudden, he stared directly at the diary in Mu Tianyu's hand, and swallowed: "This...... It's ......"

"Do you know what this is?" Mu Tianyu asked in surprise, but he didn't expect to be guessed by himself.

"No, I don't know what it is, but, but an evil thing." Then he looked at Mu Tianyu blankly, took a step forward, and asked, "How can you have it." ”

In the old missionary chapel, the two sat in the mission hall and talked about it. Most of the seats were damaged, the mottled walls were scratched, even the angel statue on the altar was missing half of its wings, and even more shockingly, the lower half of the statue was soaked in a dark brown liquid that had solidified.

"It doesn't seem to live up to its name, and no one will believe that the Missionary Church is in this condition." The middle-aged man stood beside Mu Tianyu, and every time he cleaned this place, he felt quite a felt.

"Exactly, what's going on?"

"After all, people no longer need faith, and once they are out of the protection of the Holy Lord, they are possessed by evil spirits, and their crazy behavior leads to all this, the cycle of cause and effect, karma." The middle-aged man looked sarcastically at the statue of the angel in front of him, which was solemn and glorious in the past. "Can you believe it? The holy angel actually drenched people with dog blood! Can you believe it? The blood of the beast trampled on the noble gods. The people here no longer believe in the blessing of the Lord, they are blinded by money, and they will never realize that they have committed this mortal sin. ”

Traditionally, if the angelic gods in the church of the region are corrupted, then the area will naturally lose the protection of the holy light, and it is indeed disrespectful to baptize the gods with the blood of animals.

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed: "That's it, that's it, it's over, it's too much to save." He focused his attention on Mu Tianyu's hand. Where did you come from? ”

Simply, Mu Tianyu roughly stated the story told by the old man in the hotel again. "That's how it happened, that's why I'm here to ask you."

The middle-aged man kept repeating: "Duanmu Hotel...... Duanmu Hotel ......" frowned, pondering, then he looked at Mu Tianyu in surprise and said in surprise: "You, you are a psychic?" ”

"No, I'm not." Mu Tianyu shook his head. "You are."

The middle-aged man smiled helplessly: "It's also true, I've been confused for many years, and I almost forgot who I am, no wonder I didn't sense the spiritual power on your body." He took the diary, weighed it in his hand, and did not open it. Have you seen it? ”

"Hmm."

The middle-aged man stopped talking. "Hey." He lowered his head and sighed, "If I'm not mistaken, this thing belongs to that woman." ”

"You mean this diary, written by a woman?" Mu Tianyu asked, he had read the first few articles in the early morning until sleepiness hit, but from the perspective of describing the incident, it should be a man.

The middle-aged man walked to the altar and put the diary directly under the angel statue, he turned his head sideways and said to Mu Tianyu behind him: "Young man, this matter is not trivial, you better leave quickly, it is not as good as your usual adventure." You may wonder if there is anything incredible in the world, but I want to tell you that when you touch it, you will only be scared out of your mind. ”

Mu Tianyu took off his backpack and wondered: "As a priest, how can you say such a thing, you should help the victims, isn't this your mission?" ”

"I used to give unconditional help to those in need, but they didn't appreciate it. Do you understand the pain of being slapped in the face after sending charcoal in the snow? Although the incident has passed, the wound is already difficult to heal. I used to have a heart to save the world, but now, I'm tired, I'm sorry, I can't help you. The middle-aged man didn't look back, he stared at the eroded god in front of him, and his eyes blurred his vision with tears.

"Of course, I don't need your help, but the people of this town still need you." Mu Tianyu turned around helplessly, he was about to leave, and then said the last sentence. "If you were really hard-hearted, you wouldn't have left that diary. When you came here with the Lord's guidance, he believed in you and could shelter his people, but now you do so, what is the difference between you and the townspeople who have made mistakes? You still live up to his love. Turning around, he looked at an old body, a slightly trembling back, and sighed: "I know, you must have a lot of pain, anger, and want to vent, since this place was destroyed, your heart has also died." However, the courage of a psychic is not only a matter of perseverance, but also of compromise. If you have the courage to hate them and blame them, why don't you have the courage to forgive them? ”

In the secluded and dilapidated mission hall, the stubborn mood still refused to bow his head, Mu Tianyu shook his head helplessly and turned away. "I'm just passing through here, there's still a long way to the east, and if someone comes to you like me in the future, I hope you don't forget your identity, because the people who are looking for you haven't forgotten your identity."

Like the ruins of the front yard, although the bricks and tiles have been restored, but the broken cracks have been indelible This miserable memory, Mu Tianyu looked at the corner, the young man who was staring at him, the padded jacket he was wearing no longer fit, his deep eyes and blank expression, should not appear in his flowering time at all. Helpless, this sacred and absurd constraint, the priesthood, either die alone, or the son inherits his father's business.

"You're right, I almost forgot why I came here in the first place, I'm sorry......"

Mu Tianyu turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and in a trance, he felt that he was a little older. "You don't have to be sorry for anyone, you should set an example for him but your child."

The middle-aged man looked at the poor figure in the corner, and for a moment, he only felt that he was a bastard, a selfish bastard, who should have been a psychic who traveled the world, but had no choice but to live a life of chopping wood and carrying water.

In the mission hall, the middle-aged man stared at the diary in front of him, and was silent for nearly a minute, and then he spoke, "Have you heard the rumors here?" ”

"I only arrived here last night, so naturally ......" Mu Tianyu's words were not finished, a word suddenly flashed in his mind, and then he said in surprise: "You mean, wax museum?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded, and he wandered through the hall. "From the first day I came here, I sensed a powerful evil force, but it was very strange, the more desperate I was to find it, the more difficult it was to find it, and in my spare time, it appeared in my senses. In the past, when the church was more prosperous, I heard people talk about wax museums one after another, but I am hard to believe that this concept was created out of nothing, after all, all the people I came into contact with, no one survived. ”

"No, not all of them." Mu Tianyu said. The middle-aged man looked at him in astonishment, especially shocked, according to common sense, it was impossible for anyone to escape from the clutches of evil spirits alive. "The owner of the Duanmu Hotel, that old man, when he was young, he accidentally entered the wax museum, but the only one who survived and escaped."

"It can't be!" Middle-aged people firmly believe in their opinions.

"Unless he lied to me." Mu Tianyu said: "But judging from his facial features and physiological reactions when he recounted the situation that day, it doesn't look like he was lying, as he said, he is already half buried in the soil, there is no need to lie to me again, not to mention that I don't know him at all." ”

"That old fellow!" The middle-aged man pursed his lips and said: "Although I have nothing to do with him, I have seen him once or twice, with a scheming appearance, as if the word mystery is engraved on his face." But his body is really strong enough, and another twenty years have passed, and he is not dead. ”

"Twenty years?" Mu Tianyu's heartstrings trembled, and he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with confused eyes, and then said puzzled: "You said twenty years? He looks like he's about eighty years old now, twenty years ago, he was about sixty, and you think he'd ...... Natural death? ”

"Eighty?" The middle-aged man was still wandering in the hall, he looked at Mu Tianyu and shook his head. "No, he's not more than eighty years old, I'm afraid that guy is a hundred years old now. Twenty years ago, when I came to this town, he was about eighty years old, and he looked like he was dying. ”

"Wait." Mu Tianyu suddenly thought of something, he frowned and asked, "Duanmu, Duanmu clan, which region's surname is it?" Did you understand? ”

"It should be a foreign surname." The middle-aged man replied casually, he found that the young man in front of him was by no means a simple and ordinary person, and from his body, it seemed to exude this invisible aura, and even he surrendered to it. "Duanmu Hotel is in the town and has a long history."

"Wait." Mu Tianyu suddenly thought of something, he frowned and asked, "Duanmu, Duanmu clan, which region's surname is it?" Did you understand? ”

"It should be a foreign surname." The middle-aged man replied casually, he found that the young man in front of him was by no means a simple and ordinary person, and from his body, it seemed to exude this invisible aura, and even he surrendered to it. "Duanmu Hotel is in the town and has a long history." (To be continued.) )