Taking advantage of Abiot's efforts to attract the attention of the gang outside, Chen Jianqiu had already quietly opened the side door.

The church is very old, and there is a high threshold at the entrance to symbolize the division between the holy and the profane.

Chen Jianqiu stepped over the threshold, gently closed the door behind him, and stepped into the church.

Directly across from him was the lobby of the church.

I don't know if it's because it's not a weekend, or because Thiago's people are clearing, but the church is empty.

Sunlight streams in through the colorful windows, through the dust, and on the rows of benches.

Directly facing the gate is an altar.

It is a traditional Latin altar.

In the center of the inner side of the altar, the elaborate Eucharistic Cabinet is placed;

On the outside of the Eucharistic Cabinet, a copy of the Gospel is placed upright; Directly in front of it is an everlasting lamp, and six candles are arranged from the desk to the outside of the altar.

They are also lit.

The whole altar symbolizes a tomb, the resting place of Jesus.

Chen Jianqiu raised his head and saw a holy icon.

The Virgin Mary held Jesus as a baby in her arms and lovingly looked down on everything beneath her feet.

If you are a Catholic believer, when you see such a lifelike icon, you will definitely bow down and pray.

But Chen Jianqiu is not.

Thiago and Ariane, not here.

Chen Jianqiu continued to walk forward.

He wanted to see if there were any other side doors or rooms.

So, he lightened his pace and walked along the walls of the church, towards the back of the altar.

On the side wall, there is a door.

He gently pushed the door open.

It was a room with one large wooden cubicle after another, like a newsstand.

If you want to ask who holds the most secrets in a Catholic country.

The priest must be one.

Catholics would reverently burrow into the booths of the confessional pavilion, through a small wooden window with no view of the opposite side, and confess to them their sins in order to obtain God's forgiveness.

And this room is the confessional room of the church.

Chen Jianqiu sniffed his nose.

He smelled a scent.

This is a kind of incense in Mexico, which is generally only used by ladies of considerable status.

If nothing else, Ariana should be in this room.

And, right in front of you, one of these wooden confessional kiosks.

For the privacy of the confessors, the soundproofing of these confession booths is so good that people on the outside can't hear what people are saying inside.

Therefore, it is impossible to tell which confessional pavilion is full of people just by hearing from the outside.

Chen Jianqiu began to observe the traces in the room.

While he and Holiday were chatting on their way back to Roswell in San Francisco, Holiday told him that the talent for marksmen could be used for more than just shooting and night vision.

People with the talent of shooters have an extraordinary perception of not only the light, but also the details of the surrounding environment.

Therefore, this talent can also be used for early warning and tracking.

Chen Jianqiu sensed that something was wrong.

There were not only footprints on the ground, but also traces of a robe dragging out of the ground.

The trail came to an abrupt end in front of a confessional booth.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the confession booth and put his hand on the doorknob.

His hand tugged at the door.

The door was easily pulled open.

A bald priest lying inside with his eyes closed.

Chen Jianqiu tested his snort with his hand, and found that he was still alive, he should have been knocked unconscious, and then dragged in.

So far, he has not seen any trace of Thiago, and this matter is most likely related to him.

Chen Jianqiu closed the door.

There was little light inside, making it a good place to sleep, and he decided to let the bald priest sleep in it for a while.

He followed the trail of footsteps that stretched out from the door of this confession booth to the door of a compartment in another confession booth opposite.

Chen Jianqiu squatted down.

He carefully observed the footprints that ordinary people could not see with the naked eye.

Judging by the size, it is an adult man's.

He looked around again.

Finally, in front of the door of the next compartment in the same confessional booth, the footprints of another pair of women were found.

It seems that Ariana is in it with a man, and this man has at least an 80% probability that it is Thiago.

Since it was so coincidental, Chen Jianqiu didn't plan to let Thiago live to see the sunshine outside the confession pavilion.

He pulled his dagger out of his boot.

The door to the compartment was opened.

The light from outside shone into the pitch-black confessional booth and shone on a man's face.

The man stayed in the dark for a while, and the sudden appearance of the light made him feel a little dazzling.

He subconsciously raised his hand to block out the light, and then took a good look at who had broken in.

But in the next second, the intruder's face was already close to him.

A dagger, inserted into his heart with unmistakable accuracy.

His mouth, mouth and nose were covered, and his body was firmly pressed against his seat, trying to struggle, but to no avail.

When he finally saw the intruder's face, surprise, dazedness, and fear flashed through his eyes in turn.

And then there's the endless darkness.

Chen Jianqiu confirmed that Thiago under him did not move, and then stood up.

He took his handkerchief out of his pocket, wiped his hands, and then inserted the dagger into its sheath and put it back in his boot.

A black cloth hung on the wooden window between the compartments, and Ariana on the other side obviously didn't realize what was happening here. Still babbling and confessing in Spanish.

Chen Jianqiu was not interested in listening to it, and he couldn't understand it.

He fumbled around Thiago's body for a while, seeing if there was anything he could use as a token.

A letter fell from the crocodile gang boss's clothes.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the letter and glanced at it through the light outside.

It was all written in Spanish, with only a long list of names, which proved that the letter was written by Thiago.

Chen Jianqiu put the letter in his pocket, and then gently walked out of the cubicle, and at the same time, closed the door again.

He walked out of the confessional room, then through another side door, and left the church.

Meanwhile, in another compartment of the confessional booth, Ariana reverently confesses to the "priest" next door.

"Lord, forgive me, I really don't know how to face Romero, he is an honest man, a good man."

"Perhaps, I just have a little attachment to him and a little bit of affection."

"I don't want to marry Ricardo, he's a fool and my father just saw my marriage as a deal with the Prigo family."

"There are too many fools around me, and the hooligan who is attached to my father, who is a toad and actually has a sweet dream of eating swan meat."

"Father! Father! Can the Lord hear my confession? Can he forgive me? ”

Ariana bowed her head and prayed to herself.

But for some reason, the priest next door was surprisingly silent today instead of giving her forgiveness on behalf of God today, as he usually did.

There was a strange movement next door just now, but it soon calmed down.

In the closed compartment, Ariana was so breathed by her own fragrance that she felt depressed.

The girl felt her nose fail.

She was ready to end her confession, but she was afraid that the omniscient Lord would think she was not religious.

"Father! Father! Are you still there? She asked in a low voice.

There was no answer.

A strange smell came from the next compartment down the window, mixed with her own scent, and she couldn't tell what it was.

Could it be that the priest has already gone to the toilet?

Ariana decided not to wait any longer.

She pushed open the door to the cubicle and stepped out of it.

The girl glanced left and right.

Tiago, the toad who wanted to eat the swan's meat, also disappeared from the door.

He was standing at the door of the confessional room.

The door to the next cubicle was closed, but she could smell it again.

Ariana looked down.

She finally understood what she had just smelled.

Red blood was slowly pouring out from under the door of the compartment.

"Ah!!!!!h

The girl's screams resounded throughout the church.