It would be strange to say that churches need an accountant, but if any for-profit or non-profit organization needs to be legally taxed in the country, then it is strange to think that there is no accounting.

This is the kind of church where my little aunt Zhao Xuelin works, she arrives at eight o'clock every morning, in addition to cleaning, is to chant scriptures, pray, and mass, although she is only an accountant and is not forced to do these things, but then again, it will be very strange not to do these things in the church.

The next is the accountant's own work, which is beyond imagination, the church's income sources are generally divided into three types, self-employment, social donations, and government subsidies.

Located on the shore of Sanssouci Lake in Xinye District, this church is of a private nature, and there is naturally no subsidy, and the self-operated industry is only a small supermarket at the entrance of the church.

In fact, the number of social donations is not much, only three or four a month, but none of them is less than one million, and this terrifying gift may be related to a few wealthy friends of Bishop Hu.

As an accountant, you can do it well with just a few accounts closed.

At first, Zhao Xuelin was worried about being pulled into a pyramid scheme, but after working for a while, this worry was finally put down, because Mr. Hu himself is a person who advocates freedom of belief.

Freedom of belief?

As a bishop recognized by both the Holy See and the local government, this sounds strange.

Of course, these strangeness were discovered after Zhao Xuelin joined the company for a period of time, and the most strange thing for her at first was that there was no cross on the tribute platform of this church, in Zhao Xuelin's layman's mind, this was as strange as the temple had no Buddha statue, and there was no god statue in the Taoist temple.

If you don't worship the cross, what do you do by building a church?

Mr. Hu said that the Lord is everywhere.

As a literary young woman twenty years ago, Mr. Hu, who was a little aunt, was full of the temperament of a scholar during the Republic of China, which was the kind of worldly, but free from the world, in fact, wearing a black priest's robe and a pair of small round glasses, Mr. Hu, who was very elegant, was really a bit like Xu Zhimo.

Every time the other party smiled and nodded at her, the little aunt's heart and liver would 'poof' and 'poof' jump wildly.

The children are now promising, especially the son has become a special worker, and he has risen his face in front of his neighbors, and now his work is easy, his colleagues are good, and he can also see handsome guys, although he is older, his little aunt is very satisfied.

Thinking of this, the little aunt gratefully drew a cross, and then wiped the statue of the angel more cleanly, this angel is also the kind without wings, it may be a new breed cultivated in China.

Well, the Lord is everywhere.

In the confessional room, the gentle Mr. Hu was receiving a guest, and the guest whispered: "Mr. Hu, Mr. Zhang asked me to tell you, the wind is tight, please bear with me first, and after this period of time, he will find a way to remove you from the special committee's monitoring list——"

"The church is a place of pure purity, and here you repent."

Mr. Hu's back was straight, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he said lightly.

The guest, who knew the rules and temper of the other party, swallowed and spat with a frightened face, and put his hand on the black Bible with a trembling face.

Then in the next moment, the small confessional suddenly brightened with white light, and the pure light shrouded his body, and the guest's eyes suddenly rolled white, his neck was bent up ninety degrees, his bones 'creaked', his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't make the slightest sound, and a trace of wriggling, viscous, bloodshot black gas was squeezed out of his throat, and then purified in mid-air.

The guest's expression was extremely painful, the table with two hands swaying 'creak' and 'creak', but it seemed to be firmly cuffed by a pair of invisible shackles, and a large number of blood vessels bulged and ruptured on the face, neck, and bare skin surface, but the blood that spilled was also purified, and then slowly overflowed from the wound.

Mr. Hu looked at this scene with a light smile, he knew that another lost lamb had found its way.

"There is life in the way of righteousness, and there is no death in the way."

Until the black is completely washed away, the white light is also gone, and only one person is left with open eyes, and only pure guests remain.

"I already know what you mean, go back and tell Mr. Zhang that in this confused and confused world, it takes courage to find the direction and stick to it, and sometimes, waiting is not a bad thing."

"All living beings suffer, but why are it always sentient beings who suffer?" Mr. Hu's smile became gentle, "Because they are dirty." ”

"Mr. Zhang also asked me to let you not want to for the time being... Purification, he wanted to wait a little longer, and when he was ready, he would do it again. ”

"I'm waiting for grazing for salvation, please tell Mr. Zhang that I'm not a killer who loves to kill."

The guest stood up, staggering, drooling, but his eyes were unusually bright.

After the others left, Mr. Hu sat in the confessional and did not move, and after a long time, he heard the hesitant voices outside.

"Bishop Hu, are you in there? Shall I wipe it inside? ”

"No need, Sister Zhao, you go and take a rest, I'll take the rest," Mr. Hu took the bucket, twisted the rag, and smiled unconcernedly.

"Bishop Hu, you are such a good person."

"No," Mr. Hu said with a serious face, "I am a shepherd." ”

……

The world of dreams, the house of eyes—

One arm fell to the ground, blood was scattered on the target platform, the ground, and one palm was gnawed in half and thrown to the ground.

The county-level anomalous environmental target slowly retreated, leaving behind the rubies that were shattered all over the ground, and there were vague human figures reflected on these gems, most of them hitting the surface of the gems fiercely, and the striking gems were constantly trembling, as if they were about to emerge from the stones.

The county-level anomalous environmental target can already leave a 'box of leftovers' just like a real anomaly.

However, the next stage of the abnormal environment was delayed, half of the eyes stared curiously at the figure sitting on the ground, watching him chew on the flesh and blood, making a sound of 'bahi' and 'bahi', blood flowed down his cheeks, half of his face was too quick to wipe because he ate too quickly, the blood was pasty, and some flesh foam stuck to his cheeks.

In fact, except for the first 'live broadcast' of the eyeball house, where all the guests peeped on the wall, the number of eyeballs in the other 'live broadcasts' was more or less, and this time's 'attendance' was the most except for the first time.

The ratings have risen, probably because the anchor doesn't broadcast games, so he changes the broadcast to eat the broadcast.

Finally, after Ning Rusi swallowed his heart with satisfaction, he finally broke free from the pure 'appetite' in confusion, looked at the half-body that was gnawed by his own flesh and bones, and looked at the large intestine and small intestine that were almost cracked because of too much 'food', and his eyes widened violently!

He's dead.

Ning Rusi woke up leisurely and appeared under the starry sky of the dream world, the two stars were still bright and dark, surrounded by a small asteroid belt, which was sluggish for a long time, and suddenly hiccuped.

"Hiccup~"

"Hiccup~"

"Hiccup~"

"Hiccup~"

"Hiccup~"

"Hiccup~"

"Hiccup~"

As if the hiccups couldn't be stopped, Ning Rusi couldn't wait to open his throat to see what was filled inside.

'I ate too much tonight, and I shouldn't exercise after eating, so I won't 'liver' first. ’

Ning Rusi slowed down for a while before he was weakly 'offline'.

'Click'.

Ning Rusi turned on the indoor light and rubbed his belly before he felt his 'appetite' from under the pillow.

It's exactly the same as the previous streamer's appearance, if it's any different, but when the magazine is not inserted, flocculent strands of flesh hang down under the grip, and there is no wind to wrap itself, as if you have to stuff something into it.

As soon as Ning Rusi got his hands on it, he experimented with its abilities in a dream.

Strong, not the average two-strong one! It's terrifying!

The paper figures of the 'humanoid anomalous target' shot one by one, the fog man of the 'township-level anomalous environmental target' killed them like slaughtering dogs, and the 'county-level abnormal environmental target' was like a bamboo, and it was blasted in one fell swoop before the spirituality was polluted.

Then, Ning Rusi couldn't control her appetite anymore and nibbled on herself as a supper.

In fact, in the township-level anomaly, he already had a vague feeling of not being able to grasp his appetite, and this feeling reached its peak in the county-level anomaly, and then it was out of control!

'My current level of marksmanship is equivalent to that of the old special combat team members in the SWAT team, coupled with the blessing of the sense of distance, infinitely close to the level of the 'instructor', which can't satisfy its appetite, no, it should be said, once it rises to the 'county level', it will be impossible to eat exquisitely. ’

Compared to the magic spear, this is more like a magic gun, and it is really only the super elite of a million army and a million police officers who can control it. ’

The level of 'instructor level' is not good, so what about the 'captain' level, what about Ma Baoguo's grade? ’

But I've been a SWAT officer for almost 20 years, and I've been practicing guns for almost 20 years, so my 'liver' is not enough in this short period of time. ’

The training in the dream world consumes sleep time, but the speed at which time passes is the same, and the 'liver' reaches that point in a short period of time, rather than counting on it.

From another point of view, since the county-level environment cannot make it 'eat delicately', will it control its appetite if it is allowed to have a 'feeling of satiety', just like people eat diet meals. ’

Ning Rusi is different from others, in a sense, he can be 'resurrected infinitely', so he has enough margin for error to test the red line of this gun bit by bit, and then weaken its negative effects.

But not tonight, I've eaten too much, I've had to digest it. ’

Ning Rusi touched the flat lower abdomen, he experimented three times, ate himself three times, and to be honest, the shadow boss was big!

If you don't 'liver' a hundred times a night, you are embarrassed to tell people if you don't 'liver' a hundred times a night.

But it's not a 'liver' problem, it's a 'stomach' problem.

Stomach ache stomach bloating, no stashu.

Ning Rusi smacked his lips and opened the magnetic field bracelet, 93.5, it turned out to be 90.5, it was rare to rise by three points at once.

It's been a long time since it's gone up so fast!

Ning Rusi touched his stomach, and was a little nervous about to move!