As Chris approached the crowd that was still handing out food, he thought of his daughter.

His daughter, Sharon, was adopted by him and his wife Rose after they had gone through all the formalities in a convent, and for some unknown reason in the past few years, the symptoms of sleepwalking have become more and more severe.

If it's general sleepwalking, it's better to just hang around at home or something, but how serious is his daughter Sharon's sleepwalking.

It's so bad that she will run out on her own, whether the door is locked or whatever, Sharon can still get out of the room, out of the house and outside, which is undoubtedly very dangerous.

And the most dangerous time was when the family was on a trip, Sharon just closed her eyes in the car, and when the couple just got out of the car to arrange the tent, she disappeared directly and walked to the nearby cliff.

If it weren't for the fact that the couple would have been concerned about Sharon's situation all the time and pulled Sharon from the edge of the cliff in time, otherwise Sharon would have fallen off the cliff that day.

Now I have come to New York to live for a long time, just for my daughter's illness.

It's a pity that even some well-known doctors in New York are helpless and helpless about their daughter's sleepwalking.

In a depressed mood, he couldn't help driving around, and he didn't know where to go, until in the evening, he couldn't help seeing the door of the church of Ahibiyi still open, and he walked in as if he had been touched.

When I met Father York, he felt calm after some exchange.

This made him so interested that he would come to Ashbiyi Church from time to time to attend Father York's Mass and pray for his daughter Sharon.

After going back and forth, you will become familiar.

Eventually, he became a volunteer at the church.

And his wife, Rose, was also influenced by him, and occasionally came to the Ashbiyi church to pray for Sharon and him.

"Mr. Chris?"

Chris thought about it for a long time, not even knowing that he had already walked to the side of the car, and only then did he wake up suddenly when he knew that a familiar hoarse sound sounded in his ears.

"Brother John, I'll come and help."

Chris smiled as he looked at the monk in front of him, who was handing out food and was wearing a simple robe.

The monk in front of him has a very strong figure, with a very stable and trustworthy temperament, he seems to be speechless and expressionless, but his every move is overflowing with respect for people.

Despite this, Chris could see that the monk had a thread that made people less so close.

This is very different from Sister Irene, who is like a person who can tolerate all things, and when people touch it, they can feel very comfortable.

Of course, it is also very different from Father York, although the priest is not as tolerant as Sister Irene, but he can also make people feel close at the first time, like a spring breeze.

Subconsciously comparing the monk to the clergy of the church, Chris also remembered some memories.

Speaking of which, charity is charity, but not all those who receive love are good.

The fish and dragons are mixed, which means that there must be bad guys mixed in with them.

He still remembered that there was a disturbance that affected the distribution of food, and it was all up to the monk to clean up the scene.

Even when there were some problems in some impoverished areas, it was the same monk who went to negotiate.

Although I don't know why, there used to be an area where some gang members used to come often, but every time the convoy came, those very vicious gang members disappeared.

"Hmm."

John Wick looked at Chris tepidly in response, then stepped out and gave way to a position.

Chris understood what he meant, consciously filled the empty space, and then divided the people behind the line into two rows.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, the Lord will protect you."

"Thank you."

“.”

Another thank you, and for a while, the eyes were empty.

All the people who came to line up were given food.

And at this time, it is also time to have leftover, although there is a surplus of food, but it is also exactly at that amount.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Chris."

The familiar hoarse sound sounded in his ears again, and Chris looked over and smiled.

"Brother John, this is what I should do."

"Hmm." John Wick still didn't say much, swept around the scene, took a look at the car that was already packing up over there, looked at Lucy who was waving, and Anna who kept talking, and said calmly.

"Let's go back."

"Okay." Chris nodded.

At this moment, there was a sudden bang out of nowhere, which startled him, but he also reacted in a flash, with a solemn expression.

It's gunshots.

No matter what kind of people living in the United States are, the sound of guns has long been engraved into their bones, don't look at him very much, but they also have guns for self-protection at home.

Looking at the scene, the people who were still eating, but all stopped at this time, Chris subconsciously looked at Brother John.

"It's fine."

John Wick had already looked in a certain direction and said indifferently.

"It's still a long way from us."

As he spoke, John Wick nodded at Lucy and the others over there.

"It's the territory of the Snake Gang over there, and it's already chaotic, and it's normal for gunshots to sound over there."

John Wick said this, his voice was calm but reassuring, which made Chris breathe a sigh of relief.

Brother John does make people feel safe, and for some reason, he always feels like a man with a mysterious story.

The gunfire was intermittent and unreassuring, and the people at the scene began to disperse.

"It may not affect here, but let's get out of here quickly."

John Wick said, waving at some of the volunteers, and began to clean up.

"Okay." Chris nodded.

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Ashbiyi Church.

It was afternoon, and although it was not enough to turn on the lights, the candles next to it were full.

Rows and rows of stools surround the image of Jesus in the center of the depths.

The atmosphere is quiet, without any noise, as if the years are quiet.

A few people sat around, not disturbing or approaching, just clasping their fists and praying silently in their hearts.

In a corner on the right, there are very obvious mothers and daughters, one big and one small.

But the girl was just sleeping, and it was pillowed on her mother's lap.

The woman had beautiful blonde hair, her face was cold, and at the same time she felt a little melancholy, she just looked at her daughter who was sleeping sweetly on her lap, and couldn't help but sigh.

There was some guilt and distress in his eyes.

Sharon may not be her own, but she loves her more than she has all she has.

After coming to New York for such a long time, going to many hospitals, and being treated by many doctors, Sharon's condition did not improve, but became more and more serious.

Rose couldn't help but ruffle Sharon's hair, then stole a glance around.

Actually, she was quite embarrassed.

After all, she'd slept here too many times with her daughter.

Fortunately, the clergy of this church were so nice that they didn't say anything, didn't even come to bother, and sent understanding, smiling expressions.

There was no priest in front of me, and no nun was seen.

Rose continued to turn her head to look behind her, and sure enough, the nun's figure appeared in front of her, just as she had thought.

The nun looked young, like a college student, but in fact, she could feel that everyone who came here respected the nun.

Seeing the figure of the nun sitting quietly there, flipping through some books, Rose felt a sense of peace in her heart, and continued to look back at her daughter.

Strange to say, the church of Ahibiyi, which her husband coincidentally entered, gave her a very special feeling.

Her husband was a devout believer, which led to her being affected, so she occasionally attended Mass at a nearby church, etc.

But the churches that I went to did not have the atmosphere of the Ashbiyi church at all.

Unlike other churches, this one has only three clergy.

Rose thought about it seriously, but couldn't take it for granted.

In fact, what she didn't know was that this different atmosphere was actually all influenced by the holy power and other forces that escaped from York itself.

The difference between ordinary churches and cathedrals, and even churches, can also be illustrated by this.

The cathedral is manned by bishops, and there are many more clergy, and everything that emanates from them naturally affects the atmosphere of the cathedral, and the sanctuary also has holy places, holy relics, etc., that can transform the surrounding environment.

So Rose, who is an ordinary person herself, of course doesn't know the truth, she just stares down at Sharon.

Sharon slept very quietly here.

Elsewhere, there is always a frown, or something in a dream.

Only here, sleeping very sweetly, nothing will happen, so she often brings her daughter over.

Today is a family specially here,

She accompanied Sharon, while her husband Chris went out with the church bus and volunteered.

It's kind of giving back to the church, and doing something good, hoping that God will have mercy on their Sharon, and then heal the disease one day.

At that moment, Rose saw Sharon's eyelids twitch for a moment, and then opened her innocent and innocent eyes.

“mom？”

Rose smiled, "Awake? ”

Sharon sat up and whispered, "Did I sleep again?" ”

Rose, as if he had done it many times, straightened Sharon's hair and said gently.

"Well, are you still dreaming about it?"

Sharon blinked, looked at her stepmother, although she knew that the mother in front of her was not her biological mother, but she could feel her mother's love, and she liked this mother too, shook her head and said.

"Nope."

Sharon replied, glancing at the church as if she was looking for someone.

"Where's Daddy?"

"He's gone out to help Brother John." Rose said softly.

"Look at the time, it should be back soon."

Speaking of which, they may not necessarily be close to the people in the church, but Sharon is willing to be close to them, which is a wonderful thing.

You must know that except for their parents, Sharon will not be close to or close to anyone, they are all very angry, so it makes them feel distressed.

Rose couldn't help but think back to the first time she brought Sharon over.

When Sharon met the priest for the first time, she was willing to accept the priest's touching of his head.

It was something they had never seen before, so she felt that this church was special, including the priest and his nuns, friars.

"Oh."

Sharon responded, somehow muffled and silent.

Obviously, this visit to the Ashbiyi Church made her feel a little strange in her heart.

Rose was a little distressed, hugged Sharon, and whispered.

"I'm sorry, me."

Sharon shook her head and interrupted Rose,

"I don't want you to be sorry."

With that, Sharon stretched out her hands and hugged Rose's waist.

Rose was stunned, and in a deep breath, he made up his mind that he must cure his daughter's illness.

But what the two didn't know was that a figure came in at the main entrance behind them.

It was Chris, who had just finished his work, and he looked at the mother and daughter hugging each other inside, and complex emotions welled up in his heart.

"Mr. Chris."

Hearing the voice, he turned his head to look.

Sister Irene didn't know when she arrived.

"The Lord will protect you." She said softly.

Chris said bitterly, "Thank you, Sister Irene, for letting Sharon sleep here." ”

Erin shook her head, "This is the priest's order, the priest once asked me to arrange a small room inside, but unfortunately Ms. Ross only chose to be here."

"That's enough, Sister Irene, and I ask you to convey our thanks to the priest. ”

Erin nodded slightly: "I will." ”

"Hmm." Rose nodded in the same direction, ready to walk over.

But the words ringing in his ears made him stop for a moment.

"Mr. Ross, if you need help, you can tell me." Erin said indifferently.

"Maybe Father Priest can solve Sharon's problems."

Chris subconsciously frowned, even a professional doctor can't solve Sharon's problem, what can a priest do.

Although he thought that Father York was very special and he respected him, he didn't really think that a priest could solve Sharon's illness.

There is a specialization in the art industry, if it is something else, there is a question about the supernatural, the devil and the devil, maybe he still believes it.

But Sharon is clearly not in this way.

Chris sighed inwardly, but did not reject the nun's words at first, but nodded again and walked slowly towards his wife and daughter.

Erin silently watched Chris walk over, chatting with Ms. Rose, and then picked up Sharon, who was only about ten years old, and was also curious.

She wondered why her bishop had paid close attention to the child when she arrived.

As Chris approached with Sharon in his arms and Rose following behind, Erin opened the book and took a piece of paper from it.

It was something that the bishop had specially arranged, and this piece of paper was also written by the bishop and asked her to give it to Chris's family.

Chris looked at the paper that Sister Irene handed over, and looked a little puzzled.

"What is this?"

"This is what the priest asked me to give to you." Erin said as she gently stroked the top of Sharon's head as she laughed.

"He said if he didn't mind, he might as well take a look when he went back."

Chris was stunned, then turned his head to look at Rose.

The two exchanged glances, and Rose reached out and took the paper from the nun.

Erin smiled and took a step back, nodding slightly.

Chris suddenly remembered what the nun had just said, took a deep breath, nodded to the nun, and then walked towards the main entrance, leaving the place.

Rose did the same, and then walked away in Chris's footsteps.

Erin watched until Chris's family disappeared at the main entrance, she thought about it seriously, and also left the place and walked slowly down the side aisle.

(End of chapter)

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