The guards were all busy in an orderly manner, and only the three of us sat alone in the corner with nothing to do. We don't go, we don't go. It definitely won't work to go, but if we don't go, no one pays attention to us, and the situation is really embarrassing.

The minute hand had already turned several times, and we were all parched and hungry, until at last one of the captains of the guard remembered us, and he walked briskly towards us.

He was three steps away from us when he began to speak, "I'm going to trouble you today!" Now you can go back. If we still have any doubts on our side, we will come back to the Fearless Sect to find you. ”

"Okay." We gladly agreed, but my heart was saying, "Don't come!" Don't come! It's better not to get along with each other.

We finally left what we thought was an eerie international building. The heavy rain outside had stopped, but the sun had not come out, the sky was still gray, the weather was a little cold and damp, and there were large patches of stagnant water on the ground, but I felt that the air outside was many times better than the gloomy and muddy air in the building. I breathed deeply into the breath of nature and immediately felt a lot more comfortable.

We got on the bus that passed through the positions of the fearless factions. The three of us didn't say a word on the way. I know that the two of them are just like me, and they are still immersed in bizarre murders. I tried not to remember the unappetizing case, but the little note from the cuckooing clock took over my brain. I kept reassuring myself that this sensitive and fragile heart was maybe it was just a coincidence, maybe there was no connection at all······

When we arrived at the camp, we first found Jessie and Amanda, briefly told them about the horrific incident that happened after accidentally leaving the group today, and then went to the cafeteria for dinner, and finally went back to the dormitory to wash up and go to bed. I didn't do anything hard today, but I felt physically and mentally exhausted. I had no intention or ability to find the two little notes that were hidden, and as soon as my head was next to the pillow, I fell asleep. Although I fell asleep so easily, the disgusting nightmare did not spare me. It took advantage of the situation, harassing me and whipping me in circles.

Sometimes I dreamed that I was falling from a hundred-story building to the ground, and sometimes I dreamed that I was crushed by a big monster and couldn't move. I struggled to open my eyes, but my thin eyelids weighed too much to lift them. The nightmare of horror came like a torrent more powerful than the wave, devouring me wantonly. I felt like I was on the verge of death and seemed to be moving forward on a leg······

I'm dying!

Suddenly, I felt a slight pain in my own people, and it turned out that someone was pinching me. Although my consciousness finally returned slightly, I just squinted at the outside world and fell unconscious again.

I really woke up three days later in the morning. When I opened my eyes dimly, the first thing I saw was my confidant friend Fanny. She was now sitting on the edge of my bed, looking at me with concern. She wished I would wake up again and again, but unfortunately her good wishes were always disappointed. This time she finally got her wish, and she was overjoyed.

"It's so good that you're awake! If this continues, I'm really worried about you······" I saw that her eyes were full of tears, and she turned her back and secretly wiped her tears.

I smiled weakly and tugged at the hem of her dress.

She finally turned around, "I boiled some rice soup in the back kitchen of the cafeteria, it's still hot, you can drink a little." ”

"Hmm."

So with Fanny's help, I was half-lying at the head of the bed. She carried the hot rice soup porridge and fed me one bite at a time. I drank most of the bowl of rice soup porridge in one go, and I felt comfortable all over my body, and my body seemed to have some strength.

"I thought I was going to die, but the Netherworld didn't have a spare place for me!" I jokingly said it, and Fanny laughed heartily.

"Hey, you're freaking me out! I don't know what virus you are infected, but you have a high fever that doesn't go away, and even the experienced Dr. Harry can't do anything. In the end, I had to give you three anti-inflammatory drugs to get better. Fanny's words were tinged with nervousness.

In fact, I knew very well why I was suffering from such a dangerous illness, and the reason was because my mental load was so heavy that I was close to the brink of bearing it, and I could not bear it anymore, but I could not explain it to my dear friend Fanny, because it was a great secret. So I could only smile at Fanny.

Burton was half-reclining on a luxurious three-seater sofa on the side of the bedroom, and on the ground beside the sofa was a strong young cheetah, stretched out on all fours, prostrate beside his master. Sometimes it lazily licks its shiny hair, and sometimes it up its ears smartly, capturing the fleeting moments that humans are hard to perceive.

Now the cheetah, named "Salad", has put away its fierce and brutal nature, and is docile and quiet like a big domestic cat. Burton gently stroked the head and neck of the beloved cheetah, but his mind was not on the cheetah at all. He frowned, contemplating what he was about to do.

He never expected that I would fall ill with fright after encountering that male corpse, and what I didn't expect was that I had already witnessed the existence of the third note, but I didn't do anything, and I still didn't move. This was really unexpected!

The treasure that Burton thinks about day and night may be in the hands of my little girl, but I have been slow to give it. It would have been fine if he hadn't known, but unfortunately he had witnessed the whole process of how I entered the second stage of the nightmare and intercepted the mysterious little note through the superb QAV remote monitoring system that only a very few criminal investigation departments have.

The big thing he plans to do will shake the whole world. For this important event, the preparation and arrangement he completed were sufficient. Now is the time to make a killer move! He smiled ghostly, and the scar on his face twisted······

Winslow was a popular pastor who oversaw many of the affairs of Perseus Church. The Cathedral of Perseus is a relatively large church located in the non-denominational realm, and people who believe in Christianity within a radius of several hundred kilometers often come here to worship. Much of the reason why this church has endured is that it provides spiritual sustenance and solace to these poor and toiling so-called inferior people.

Winslow's family has always been a model of the Fearless Sect, from his grandfather more than 100 years ago to his current brothers and sisters, they have all deeply believed in the rules and precepts of the Fearless Sect, and are loyal believers in the Fearless Sect. But Winslow, the youngest in the family, was a big exception. Since he was a child, he has aspired to be a Christian pastor who helps the poor in the world, and he has not changed his original intention since he grew up. Everyone in the family was vehemently opposed, only his parents indulged in his pursuit.

Winslow left his militarized family and traveled several churches for his Plato-like ideals, finally taking root in Perseus Church. Here, although no one has a noble bloodline, there are bits and pieces of harmony and warmth hidden under the cruel appearance of the waters. Winslow had been here for twenty-one years, and now everyone couldn't do without him, and he couldn't do without everyone. In particular, the innocent laughter of the children made him happy and couldn't let go.

Tonight, Winslow conducted the final rehearsal of the choir, and he was very pleased with the result, which was very melodious and melodic. The day after tomorrow there will be a choir competition in Russell, and we will definitely beat the crowd. Winslow thought happily as he followed the line of young children out of the church of Perseus.

But in the next few minutes, he fell into a bottomless abyss.

Bang! Bang! Bang! At first, the crisp sound was mistaken for the sound of firecrackers. Fifty children, aged eight to eleven, held hands in pairs and ran happily from Winslow's side to the sidewalk.

And then, phew! Bang! ······ Bang! Bang! Bang! A series of piercing chimes tore through the night sky. Winslow could make out the terrible sound, the high-pitched and piercing sound of gunfire that had been heard in the jurisdiction of the Fearless Faction and still haunted today, and it was the unique dull sound of the Type 95 High Energy Assault Rifle. It's incredible that someone actually shot with an assault rifle in a residential area! For a moment, Winslow felt as if his blood had clotted.

But unfortunately, the piercing gunfire did not stop for a moment, but fired more densely and violently towards the crowd.

"Lie down!" He shouted desperately, "Get down to the ground!" Hold your head! The moment he blurted it out, even he couldn't believe the words came out of his mouth.

At first, no one seemed to hear his shouting, and the children in pink dresses or white shirts and blue trousers were stunned, they had never heard a gunshot since they were young, but they thought the sound of fireworks and firecrackers was surprisingly harsh. Immediately, a deafening gunshot burst through the church's beautiful stained-glass windows, and in an instant the tall statue of Jesus blessed the crowd crumbled like a pile of gravel, and shards of glass were splashed everywhere, and some fell on the heads of the children.

Winslow's voice was already hoarse, "Someone's shooting!" Get on the ground! He kept shouting, and then he heard someone shouting desperately not far away. What's going on? He ran wildly among the children, shouting hoarsely and loudly as he could, waving his arms to push them all to the grass as hard as he could.

While most of the children were either bowing their heads or falling to the ground, Winslow saw that the two choir girls, Lyti and Mara, were still standing frozen in the middle of the grass, with terrible bullets whizzing around them. "Get down, Rita, Mara!" His shouts were hysterical, but the two girls remained indifferent, they just stood still, hugged each other tightly, and cried frantically. Winslow knew that they had been very good since childhood, and their friendship was deep, and they were inseparable, and now they must both be scared silly.

Without further ado, Winslow scurried to the two girls, hugged them tightly, and pinned them to the ground. Then he threw himself in front of them, covering their weak bodies with his own body.

Bullets flew swiftly overhead, just inches away, and the sound of whistling echoed in my ears. At this moment, Winslow felt that his eardrum was aching, and his body was trembling. The two little girls were even more than him, shivering like chaff, still panting under the protection of his body. Winslow felt that he was only a stone's throw away from death, but even that he did not forget to reassure the children, "It's okay, baby, it's okay." ”

Suddenly, for a split second, the sound of the gunfire came to an abrupt halt, as elusive as the previous suddenness. The air around them was grotesquely cold, filled with a deathly silence, and the whole world seemed to stop praying for something.

He straightened up, shocked by what he saw. The children around them slowly got up, some of them were crying, some were stunned, but thankfully there was no blood in sight------ no one seemed to be hurt.

"Are you all right?" Winslow anxiously asked as he walked through the crowd, "Is anyone hurt?" ”

"No······ I wasn't hurt. The children responded in twos and threes.

"What a blessing! It's a miracle! He breathed a sigh of relief.

But then Winslow heard a child's sobbing, and the cry sounded so mournful and terrifying that everyone who heard it shuddered and shuddered.

He quickly turned and ran, and the weeping child was Paria Lo, who was only ten years old, standing on the steps of the church gate decorated with colorful cobblestones, and she was welling up with tears, but her hands were not wiping them haphazardly, but hanging at her sides. She was clearly frightened by what she saw.

Following Parria Lona's fixed gaze, Winslow finally witnessed the source of the girl's shock, and in an instant he felt that his originally strong heart was shattered, and at this moment his body seemed to have fallen into a boulder, falling into a bottomless depth

He was already a man who had experienced enough to fill a huge truck, but even so, he had never felt so sad, so afraid, so dazed.

"Oh God, no! Oh merciful God, how is this possible?! Winslow felt as if a gaping hole had been torn in his chest, oozing blood.

On the edge of the church's foundation garden, a nine-year-old girl, Tarkins, fell to the ground, a few orange-yellow irises bent over her tiny body, and a large pool of bright red blood slowly seeped into her beautiful pink dress.

Winslow felt a wave of vertigo hit him, he could barely stand, and he fell to his knees on the hard ground, tears drumbling silently on the hem of his shirt, and he felt more powerless than he had ever felt before······