Outside the apartment.

Jeffrey watched the people coming in and out of the apartment, and had already taken a pack of cigarettes from his arms in the police car, lit one and smoked it.

Smoke swirled across his thin face.

Baker, who was also beside him, glanced at him and spoke.

"Tired?"

"Nope." Jeffrey threw the cigarette case into Baker's arms.

"It's just that lately it feels like the world is starting to change in a way."

Baker took the cigarette case, took out a cigarette as well, and paused to speak.

"Yes, I feel that way, too, there weren't that many homicides before."

As he spoke, Baker followed Jeffrey to stare at the apartment in front of him and smoked a cigarette.

Smoke then swirled around the two of them.

"Why don't we go to the Pluto church tomorrow morning to relax?" Baker let out a puff of smoke and said quietly.

"I heard from my wife that Sister Irene is going to reorganize the church breakfast, we have eaten in the past and worked hard to get into the work......"

Jeffrey raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him: "You guy, don't you usually have no faith?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Baker suddenly gasped and coughed violently.

Baker coughed up tears in his eyes, looked at Jeffrey with a smile on his face, and said helplessly.

"I don't want to go either, but you know my wife's character."

"Oh." Jeffrey smiled, the smell of tsundere was so strong that anyone could smell it.

"So you're going or not?"

Looking at Jeffrey's face, Baker conceded defeat on the spot and played a trick.

"I think I can talk to Father York about this case, and maybe I can find a breaking point."

Still hesitant, Jeffrey took a deep puff of his cigarette and then spit it out.

"Let's see."

Baker shrugged: "Whatever you want, but speaking of which, when I saw that strange female corpse, I really had a hunch that Father York really might give us a breaking point." ”

Jeffrey stopped his movements and looked at Baker, who was suddenly babbling.

Baker tapped the cigarette holder and popped out the ashes, remembering the spotless corpse of the woman buried in the pit.

"Don't you think the appearance of this female corpse in this case is a little too abrupt? The Brulo family above, we seem to be able to find all kinds of reasons to speculate, but we suddenly can't find an explanation for this strange female corpse......"

Speaking of which, Baker continued under Jeffrey's gaze.

"Have you forgotten what Father York said?"

Jeffrey shook his head, dropped the cigarette holder at his feet, and ran it over with his right foot.

He certainly didn't forget.

On that day, the priest, who had an extremely strong sense of oppression, said with a smile.

If you don't understand or feel weird, you can actually ask him......"

"It's finally here."

With these words, a Ford Raptor broke through the darkness and headed towards the Pluto Church.

To York's surprise, the lights were still on inside Pruto Church.

"Erin hasn't gone back yet?"

Yorkers drove a Ford Raptor to the side of the street at the main entrance of the church.

Before getting out of the car, take a look at the center mirror to confirm the time.

［22：23］

"It's already at this point, what is she doing if she doesn't go back?" Glancing at the candlelit church, York walked to the back trailer and picked up the dollhouse's boxes and walked towards the church.

As the distance got closer, the real-time stereogram in York's mind had long since changed.

Within the range of the five senses that can hear, smell, and feel, you can see it at a glance within 50 meters.

And inside the church, he found that there was not just one person, but another stranger.

Judging by the height and breadth of the humanoid stereogram, coupled with the contrast of hair, the other humanoid stereogram that is only as tall as Erin's chin is obviously a little girl.

"Who is this?"

There is only a three-dimensional picture of a human figure, and Yorks really can't tell who it is, even if he thinks of the surrounding interactions, he doesn't think of who it is, the only thing he can think of is Little Red Riding Hood Hayley, and Bridgy.

So, he didn't deliberately hide his footsteps, and when he was about to walk to the door, Erin in the church seemed to hear his footsteps, got up from the row of stools, and walked cautiously towards the door.

"Yes, is it Father York?"

Hearing Irene's tentative voice, York pushed open the main entrance, entered the church filled with gentle candlelight, and looked at the little nun who suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Erin, why haven't you gone back yet?"

As he spoke, York's gaze went directly past Erin, who was in a black monastic robe and hood, to the figure in front of him, who had already gotten up.

However, this look made him a little surprised.

The protagonist who makes him wonder is not Little Red Riding Hood or Bridget, but Lise Murray, whom he met earlier in the Nas Cemetery area.

Compared to when she was in the cemetery, Lise Murray has changed a lot now.

It has been well washed, put on clean clothes, clean shoes.

The state of the whole person is several times better than before.

What was originally a dirty ugly duckling turned into a beautiful swan.

Sensing his gaze, Lise Murray was a little nervous, her hands clenching her trouser legs on either side.

"Father York, this child seems to know you, and when she came to you to-day, she didn't even have shoes, and she had nowhere to go, so she sat in church all day."

Seeing the priest's attentive gaze, Erin explained in a whisper.

"I asked her what was the matter, and she didn't say anything, but was willing to tell you when you came back, so I ......"

“……”

"Well, you're doing well, Erin."

Roughly understanding the reason, Yorks smiled mildly, looked at Lise Murray, who was standing there with her head bowed and exuding uneasiness, and walked over with the dollhouse on her shoulder.

"Lise Murray?"

Hearing this, Lise Murray pursed her lips and raised her head, her eyes filled with gentleness, and she couldn't help but think of the smile in the cemetery area that made her make this decision.

"Child, is there anything you need my help with? If I can, I'll help within the scope of my ability. ”

Yorkes smiled: "And you don't have to have any psychological burden, because God loves the world, and I am God's spokesman." ”

Of course, it also depends on the person, Yorks looked at Lise Murray, and made up such a sentence in his heart, but did not say it.

Lise Murray didn't know this, she just remembered her decision, pursed her lips and was silent for a few seconds, before finally taking a crumpled document from her pocket and handing it to the priest.

York's eyebrows raised slightly, and at this moment, he noticed that the girl's expression, which was still cramped and uneasy, suddenly became serious.

Lise Murray stared at the priest in front of her seriously, and said in a dry voice, "Father, I want to read!" ”

(End of chapter)