The Church of Our Lady of Yaocheng, the space on the second floor of the church is a dormitory. The only people who currently live here are Pastor Pan Yao and his wife. It turned out that the missionaries and co-workers who had come with Pastor Pan Yao had already left the church. Not many people knew where they had gone, and they seemed to have made an appointment, leaving one by one, without even saying goodbye to anyone.

Inside the church, there is an oppressive and frightening atmosphere.

Pastor Pan Yao's wife, Fran, nests in her studio next to her bedroom on the second floor. The workbench is stocked with tools and materials for making dolls. A black-and-white photo stands in front of me. Halfway through the production of the doll, you can already see the similarities in the photo.

Instead of continuing to work, Fran stared out the window and thought about things in a daze.

She suddenly heard movement outside the door, and suddenly became alert. She looked at the studio door, her eyes nervous and uneasy.

Footsteps followed the stairs, paused at the studio door, and entered the next bedroom.

Fran's heart relaxed, and her expression became complicated.

She sat down into the night. There was no hunger in her stomach, but her spirit was exhausted.

She didn't want to go back to the bedroom. She was afraid to go back to her bedroom.

After waiting a little longer, and after it was completely dark, Fran heard footsteps again.

This time, the footsteps sounded in the studio.

Fran looked down and saw a finished doll jumping down from the shelf next to her. It walked awkwardly to Fran's feet, its little hand resting on Fran's vamp.

Fran's heart softened. She bent down and held the little doll in the palm of her hand.

The doll's body made muffled sounds.

Fran smiled and sighed again.

She looked at the walls of the studio.

Pictures hung on the walls. In an unlit room, you can't see anything in the room by the light of the moon. But Fran still relied on her impressions to paint the scenes in those photographs in her mind.

That's a picture of her. There are photos of her making dolls, photos of her sitting among dolls, photos of her and her family, photos of her and church believers, photos of her and Pan Yao......

Fran felt a sense of sadness.

She could understand Pan Yao's mood at the moment, but she couldn't empathize. Although they share the same beliefs, she and Pan Yao are different.

Her gaze fell to the very end of the row. The picture hanging there is a picture of her with a young woman. She knew that the woman was not a human, but a monster. The East calls it a monster, and in the West, it's an evil creature. But Pan Yao and she both have an open-minded attitude towards such monsters. Even monsters, as long as they have wisdom, should be like humans, there is a distinction between good and evil, and they can even become believers. Innate race is not the criterion for dividing good from evil.

She remembered the warning the woman had given her the other day.

Fran looked down at the doll, remembering the dolls she had given away all these days.

Inside the church, only this homeless child is left...... She might be able to find a suitable home for it in a few days.

“…… You'd better be careful Pan Yao. ”

Another warning from the woman flashed through Fran's mind.

Her heart trembled.

The doll in her arms patted the back of her hand.

Fran came back to her senses, smiled at the doll, and put it back on the shelf, covering it with a small handkerchief.

She got up and walked out.

The hem of her skirt was hooked, and when she looked back, she saw the doll following her.

Fran turned around, picked up the doll again, put it back on the shelf, comforted the doll in somewhat awkward Chinese, and sang a lullaby from her hometown.

Soon after, the doll stopped moving and its eyes closed, as if falling into a sweet dream.

Fran left the studio lightly.

She walked to the bedroom and took a few deep breaths before opening the bedroom door.

Pan Yao turned her back to her, knelt in front of the window, and prayed reverently before going to bed as usual.

Fran felt relieved.

She walked into the room and was about to say something when she saw Pan Yao turn her head.

Pan Yao's eyes were indifferent and depressed that she had never seen before.

Fran was stunned.

Before she could react, Pan Yao had already stood up and walked towards her.

"I thought for a long time why the Lord had forsaken me and forsaken this place. It's not because of Joseph, it's not because they're rich," Pan Yao said to herself, ...... herself.

Fran was scared. Suddenly, she remembered her companions who had left without saying goodbye.

She spun on her heels and ran out.

Her hair was grabbed and she had a sharp pain in her scalp.

With a muffled grunt, she was dragged into the room.

"It's because of you. Because of those things you do! What did you do? ”

Fran raised her eyes in pain and saw her husband, who looked hideous. She wanted to shake her head, to say something, but she was too scared to react.

"You have blasphemed the Lord. It is because of you that the Lord has forsaken this place! ”

Fran was strangled by Pan Yao's neck and pressed to the ground.

She struggled, grabbed Pan Yao's arm with both hands, and kicked her legs, but there was no way to push away an adult man.

Her consciousness grew blurred.

At this moment, she suddenly understood why those companions didn't say goodbye.

Fran only felt pain away from her body. She didn't break free from Pan Yao, her soul broke free from the shackles of her body first.

She stood next to her corpse and saw Pan Yao with a crazy expression.

Pan Yao's fingers cramped and slowly loosened.

On Fran's corpse, clear and terrifying handprints appeared.

Pan Yao knelt beside the corpse for a moment, staggered to her feet, and bent down to grab Fran's legs. He dragged Fran outside.

"We used to talk to each other about sweetness; We walk with the crowd in the temple of God. Let death come upon them suddenly! May they go down alive to hell! for their dwelling place and their hearts are all wicked. …… Thou wilt, O God, send the wicked into the pit of destruction; He who sheds blood and deceitful will not live half his life......"

Pan Yao recited the "Psalms", dragged Fran's corpse, and went downstairs.

He passed by the pulpit and entered the backyard of the church.

In the open space there stood tombstones, where dead believers were buried.

Pan Yao threw Fran's body on the ground and found a shovel nearby.

Fran's ghost was right next to him. She hadn't been to the cemetery in a long time. It was then that she realized that the land of the cemetery had been turned over.

She watched numbly as Pan Yao dug a pit at random and pushed her body into it.

“…… Do not follow the schemes of the wicked, do not stand on the path of sinners, do not sit in the seat of the mocker......" Pan Yao continued to chant while filling in the soil. Like a tireless machine, he buried Fran's body and returned to the church like a walking corpse.

“…… Praise Jehovah! Praise Him in God's sanctuary! ……”

Pan Yao carried kerosene into Fran's studio.

The doll seemed to be awakened, and cautiously opened its eyes and looked at Pan Yao.

Pan Yao didn't go to see the doll. He concentrated, chanting the scriptures aloud as he set the studio on fire.

He knelt outside the fire, looking at the doll screaming in the flames, unmoved, just persistently reciting the scriptures that he had memorized.

Fran's heart ached, and she subconsciously rushed into the fire, reaching out and grabbing the doll.

She wanted to take the doll to the sea of fire, but as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Pan Yao's cold gaze.

It was as if her soul had been seized by an invisible hand.

Consciousness was trapped in that hand, and could only feel the scorching heat of the flames.

She fell into a brief coma, and when she woke up again, all she saw was darkness.

She felt like she was buried in a coffin, unable to move.

I don't know what's going on in the outside world, I don't know how time passes, I don't know what I'm going to become.

Before she broke down, she saw the light again.

In the dazzling light, she gradually regained her sight, only to realize that the dazzling light was only the dim moonlight.

She saw the aging Pan Yao.

"Fran, there is no God. There is no more God. This is heaven and this is hell. Pan Yao grabbed her head and pulled her out.

She saw a flash of the Virgin.

The statue of the Virgin that she had once wiped with her own hands was broken.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw many dolls poking their heads out of the church. Those dolls are all half-finished products left by her, lacking bodies and facial features. They huddled together, as if they were looking at her, even without eyeballs. The head of the doll has a blackened and mutilated body. It stumbled and ran to Fran's feet, leaning on Fran in admiration.

Behind the church, skeletons stained with dirt and grass clippings gathered in twos and threes, all looking at her.

Fran looked at Pan Yao.

"This is our heaven and hell." Pan Yao grabbed Fran's soul hard, "New Heaven and Hell." Heaven and hell that you and I have created together. ”