The girl slowly turned her head, her hands tightly grasping the chairs in the row, and under the cold light behind her, the cross of Jesus was getting closer and closer, and the old man on the cross looked at the strange thing that happened in front of her with his compassionate eyes.

God, why not give yourself a hint at this time!

The girl clenched her fists and held the rice bag tightly with one hand while the other was placed on her chest.

She didn't want to die, and she couldn't die.

"Don't go," said a drunken man, "didn't you say you were going to give us retribution, why haven't we seen retribution until now, is it that God doesn't take care of you, is it that you are not pious enough?" hahaha!"

A laugh was heard, and the other three around him laughed as well.

The sound of the flurry is terrifying.

"This is the church, don't mess around," the girl bit her lip and looked around with the frightened eyes on her pale face, "There will definitely be priests or nuns here, if they know, they will definitely call the police, and you will die!"

Sure enough, it was a child.

The drunk couldn't straighten up with laughter.

This is a slum, in a hierarchical place like England, and it is not a noble knight, what police department would want to come to you so late, just to save a little girl in the slum who can't pay taxes?

Have one's head in the clouds.

"Help!" the girl suddenly shouted.

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

The five people paused at the same time, waiting for an echo, but time passed minute by minute, and five seconds later, except for the echo that had just dispersed, there was no reply from one person, not a single voice.

Despair arises.

"It seems that your God really doesn't love you very much," the drunkard laughed playfully, "it seems that no one will save you even when you go to church, and your so-called savior will not appear at a critical time!"

"How can you speak so before God, you ...... You ......"

"What's wrong with us?"

A drunk man suddenly has a fast hand!

Rushing forward to grab the girl's hand, the girl screamed suddenly, shook off the grabbed arm with all her might, and fell backwards to the ground!

Bang la, bla blah......

The flour of the white flowers was sprinkled all over the ground.

"You're too much!" the girl cried out, looking at the flour on the ground, and grabbed a handful of it, trying to put it in the bag, "what the hell do you want!"

"What do we want to do?" the drunk man smiled and rubbed his palms, obviously eager to try, "What we have to do, little girl, do you still know? If you don't know why you have to run so fast, what are you afraid of......

"I ......"

Da, da, da.

Before the words could be spoken, from a small door hidden in the depths of the darkness, there was the sound of soft footsteps, the footsteps buckled on the floor, and the crisp sound source was getting closer and closer.

The girl's hanging heart seemed to be about to let go, could it be that someone came, dear God, he really protected himself at a critical time, as long as someone came, it would be easy to do, at least these drunks would not do it to themselves in the presence of others!

Squeak-

The door was pushed open, and the girl's gaze was locked on the figure that appeared, but her eyes of hope dimmed once again the moment she saw the entity.

It was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl who walked out.

It was a nun, a nun dressed in black.