"Let his soul ascend to the kingdom of the Lord." Father Adrian said that this sentence was similar to "festival mourning" in Kraft's understanding, suitable for blurting out nonsense when he did not know what to say in a mourning setting, and it was not very useful and impossible.

He gripped the winged ring pendant around his neck, trying to gather his stomach to look more formal, and added in a professional manner, "I've seen a lot of long agony of illness, and it's not a bad thing for him to be relieved from it." Even if you don't judge by age, you've done well enough, better than most people I know, so there's no need to blame yourself. ”

The words didn't elicit much reaction, and Yvonne gave a light "um" and squeezed past the priest and walked past them into the depths of the alley.

The priest followed a few steps with the apple, but he didn't think he could do it, so he stopped and looked at her and left without looking back. Kraft heard him mutter, "Father......"

Objectively speaking, it is indeed a good thing, and this is true for the deceased, and it may be better for his daughter.

His fingers pinched the emblem for a moment, and a certain priest realized that he should be able to do something else to make his conscience feel better.

"Where is he buried? I can help with prayers. ”

It stands to reason that a clergyman must read a eulogy at the time of burial as a guide to the soul's ascension to the Father's kingdom. In Yvonne's case, it was obviously impossible to go to the church and find another priest to come.

"Not yet."

"It just so happens that I'm no longer in the church, and the rules for getting paid don't control me." It is also a good thing that the priest was excommunicated from the church, and it is not excluded that he just made it up casually, but it seems to be credible.

Yvonne seemed to be moved, there were few non-believers in this port, and they all had some spiritual sustenance. The expectation of a loved one's life in another world is an important part of the church's influence, often even higher than the vision of the living.

In the end, no matter how mature she is, she is still a child after all, and the possibility of her father ascending to heaven after death is longed for even if she is young.

Her pale lips pursed, and it took a few seconds for her teeth to fill with blood, and she was still a little hesitant. Even before her father's death, those who came to her home frequently brought doctors or people who claimed to summon spirits for nothing more than some secret that she still did not know.

And now, when people die and their secrets are taken away with their souls, what can they plot? At the same time, there was another issue that made it difficult for her to decide.

"Not yet."

It's not that no one has prayed yet, she's going one step further.

"Heavenly Father." Adrian tossed the bag to Kraft and trotted after him.

……

They pushed open the door and walked into the windowless room, where a stiff bed with no quilt was leaning against the corner, and an upright figure was placed on the bed.

A musty-like smell permeated the confined environment, and became more pungent as it approached, reminding Kraft of the experience of the Salt Tide Zone, but a little more unacceptable. Not only physiologically, but also psychologically repulsive.

"Heavenly Father." The priest had been repeating this sentence since the beginning, and did not dare to step forward when he entered the room.

"Someone needs to find a coffin now, Father, you should know such a person." After overcoming his physical difficulties, the psychological barrier was not too heavy for Kraft, and he gave the priest a reason to leave and walked to the bedside alone.

As soon as the door opened for them, Yvonne watched from the side, and Clough looked at her with a hint of unclear refusal.

She may be thinking of a more decent ending, at least she can't just throw it outside, but looking at the three-day shelf, she shouldn't have thought of a way, and she has no money to solve the problem, so she can only close the window to slow down the decay.

Fortunately, the weather has not been hot recently, and there are no active gas-producing bacteria in the vicinity that make the corpse bulge, and it generally retains its normal posture.

That taste...... It was still hard to accept, he couldn't think of how Yvonne had spent the past three days, it felt like the first time he opened the iron cabinet filled with the smell of formaldehyde, the breath of death was stagnant.

The corpse was withered, and the chronic course of the disease continued to exert and painfully on him, the muscles of the lack of exercise atrophied and thinned, and the rough yellow skin was covered with it. The lean physique could not support full-size clothing, and it was loosely covered with a neckline open to the sternum.

What is not commensurate with the whole is his thick fingers, which are like a medicine pestle with a swelling end on the thin palm, bulging and raising the nails. This is an enrichment caused by a lack of oxygen at the end of the limb.

[Coughing, wheezing]

The priest described the condition he saw when he visited Yvonne's father, who was presumably suffering from some kind of chronic respiratory disease, and that the oxygen supply had been insufficient for a long time, resulting in a chronic lack of oxygen in the extremities, which led to the formation of clubbing.

The imminent feeling of suffocation forced him to breathe as hard as he could, pulling his ribcage "like a bellows", widening his ribcage to draw in more air, his ribs opening outwards in a barrel shape, and the negative pressure hollowed out the unsupported skin between the bones, and the intercostal and supraclavicular fossa squeezed out.

The two in opposite motions shape the upper body of the patient's clothing into a distinct skeleton, like the legendary walking corpse with a layer of dry skin draped over the skeleton.

The blue lips were open to show that he was still trying to breathe before he died, although the oxygen to reach the effective alveolar space was not enough for the body to consume, and it was not even able to maintain the minimum physiological needs.

In the case of a painful death, the deceased could not even express his pain during his lifetime, and that fall may have injured the language area of the brain, depriving him of the ability to express.

"Heavenly Father." Kraft unconsciously learned the priest to speak, and any meaningful words showed the pale of language before such an encounter, except for a sigh for the cruel masters of fate in the human imagination. He would rather he didn't understand anything.

The priest soon returned with a coffin, and together they carried the deceased from the bed into the coffin, leaving a figure on the bed with a foul-smelling liquid, which from his point of view was unusable.

Blocking the cover to close, Kraft beckoned to Yvonne, "Would you like to see him one last time?" ”

"Thank you." She thanked the stranger standing in the room, leaning against the edge of the coffin, and staring at the withered face. It was only then that some age-appropriate sadness and confusion emerged from her face, reminding others that it was just a little girl of thirteen or fourteen.

This gave the waiter more patience and enough time to finish the farewell in silence.

In the quiet environment, Kraft's thoughts began to wander with nothing to do, and he remembered about his age out of place.

If Yvonne was only thirteen or fourteen years old, then her father's age was only around thirty, and he was also a young and middle-aged workforce in the current era when the average age was not optimistic, and he was at the peak of his physical condition.

There was no tobacco, and Yvonne in the same room did not look like he had been infected with a serious respiratory infection, and it stands to reason that he should not have developed to such a point at his age, unless there were some external influences.

So what could it be?

The priest was already preparing his eulogy, and Yvonne was leaving the coffin, the lid being nailed. Without anyone noticing, Kraft briefly opened his senses and swept over the chest cavity of the corpse in the coffin.

Countless round, irregular nodules occupy the entire lung field, distributed like stars, and fuse into large lesions in dense places.