The town of Lostster is indeed a small town in name, but thanks to the wealth and numbers of its residents, the Lossster Police Department is also a decent police station.

Although Sergeant Thomas was hired and elected by the residents, there were quite a few police officers working under him.

A police station has nearly 20 senior officers, as well as five police cars, and even two Harley-Davidson motorcycles, which are already comparable to the scale of a substation in a bustling urban area.

At this time, Thomas, the nominal boss of the Loster Police Department, did not look very good.

As the sheriff in charge of the security of the entire town, every grass and tree in the whole town, even if it is a person, knows it in his heart.

When he returned that night, he was inexplicably particularly interested in York's out-of-town.

The owners of the inn, including the owners of the shops, and even the surrounding residents, will have a phone call.

These calls are not as good as the ones we have now.

Even if Thackeray called and said that a large amount of evidence had been found in the cabin in the woods, that the man who had been the murderer of the missing person last night was not in his mind at this time.

"You're saying that person is actually a member of the church?" Thomas said in a deep voice.

"Or a bishop?"

He stood in the police office, facing the window, the sun reflecting his frozen expression.

"Yes."

The voice of the mobile phone revealed a slight uneasiness.

"I just got an order from the West Virginia Cathedral."

With these words, Thomas's expression became even worse.

"Let's help this bishop."

"What do they want to do?" Thomas muttered into his phone.

"I don't know, Thomas." The voice on the phone paused.

"But, Thomas, if it's the bishop, he might be able to help us."

Thomas thinks back to last night's contact, and that young man who seems to be only in his twenties is indeed a character that people will not easily forget.

"John York, the new bishop of the Church, was a man of respect."

In the dimly lit hall, a nun in a dark robe and a white turban with a black turban sat on a stool, holding a cross in her hand, and spoke.

"It is rumored that this bishop is a modest and upright man, and during his time as a trainee priest, he had the record of stabbing a cardinal archbishop to death with a sword, and acted in a freewheeling style."

These words were transmitted to the Locester police station on his mobile phone, and listening to so many amazing achievements, Thomas couldn't help but take a deep breath, he probably understood what Sister Gillian meant.

"Yes, Thomas, I've said so much." Mother Gillian got up from her stool and walked towards the window.

"I just want to say that without Lord Aleesa, we can't shake this bishop with our strength, and we can't stop him.

Fortunately, it's the Bishop who has come, and he should know us. ”

Thomas was silent for a moment, "Is this your decision and Father Clifton's?" ”

"Yes." Mother Gillian said calmly.

"Now they're coming."

In the eyes of the old nun, through the special position of high and low, she could actually see the three people walking in the distance.

At the head is none other than the legendary bishop who is still admired by her name, even if she is just a very remote clergyman.

It was nothing, she was mentally prepared for how to face the bishop, but the mother and daughter behind her made her tremble a little.

"I see Mistress Aressa, Thomas."

When these words fell, it was like thunder, and Thomas's eyes widened, and finally he just said.

"I see."

Mother Gillian hung up the phone and looked at the three people under the window who were slowly approaching the monastery, first straightening up their headscarves and monastic robes, and then pursing their lips and walking slowly towards the main entrance.

What she didn't know was that York, who was approaching outside, looked up at the window where she was standing just now, and then narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he saw it, Yorks pretended not to see anything, and just walked slowly towards the monastery that appeared in front of him.

But through the three-dimensional view, he saw that the old nun who had been standing by the window was appearing in the hall on the first floor at this time, and was walking towards the door with several nuns.

"It looks like these people have made their choice." York thought to himself.

Judging from the information shown by the old nun, he probably already knew the choices of these people.

Thinking of this, York glanced at the lacklustre, carefree little Sharon.

Anyway, with that candy alone, he wanted Sharon to be complete.

What kind of division, what kind of reintegration, is not in his consideration.

With a decision in his mind, Yorks took Mother and Rose all the way to the door of Monray Abbey.

And just as they were about to stop and knock on the closed door, the door suddenly opened automatically.

Rose was stunned and subconsciously hugged his daughter.

Only Yorks remained standing in place, his gaze following the door open, resting on the old nun at the head.

At first glance, the feeling is only the wind and candles, and the wood is about to die.

There is only a trace of holy power left in the old nun's body, and it is this trace that allows her to walk like an old man of seventy or eighty years old, and it seems that there is no major problem.

The most important thing is that this residual holy power also shows that the old nun in front of her is probably really a pious clergyman, otherwise.

And the pious clergy in the world of gods and demons actually means good people.

"Your Excellency the Bishop of York."

During York's scrutiny, Mother Gillian bowed her head slightly and said respectfully.

Yorks glanced at the nun behind the old nun who also bowed her head, and said indifferently.

"Looks like you've got orders from the Cathedral of West Virginia."

Mother Gillian did not look up, but replied respectfully.

"Yes, Lord Bishop York, we will assist you in your operation."

"Huh." York smiled.

"In that case, tell me all the truth about Silent Hill first."

Speaking of this, York paused, and before the old nun could reply, he continued indifferently.

"Mother Gillian, you should know what I mean, I'm here for this child's business."

Mother Gillian was silent for a moment, "Yes, please come with me." ”

As she spoke, she raised her head, shifted her position, and reached out to point in a certain direction.

York stepped forward.

Seeing this, Rose hurriedly led a confused head, but little Sharon, who was just curious to watch the old nun, followed.

The group was guided to an empty church.

On the way, little Sharon would always look at Sister Gillian and Mama Gillian, who was in charge of the guidance.

Because I don't know why, little Sharon always feels that this kind old grandmother is really familiar, and I don't know where I have seen it.

Her strange appearance was obviously also noticed by Rose, who had been observing, so much so that Rose looked at Sister Gillian and frowned subconsciously.

It's a pity that no matter what she thinks, she can only think of one thing, that is, when little Sharon still has memories, she was sent to the Wall Orphanage by this old nun, and finally adopted by her and Chris.

Thinking of this, Rose subconsciously looked at the priest in front of him, and also felt a little weird.

Why is it that he is only a priest, but in the mouth of this old nun, he has become a bishop.

The changes in this made her a little unexpected.

Fortunately, she was familiar with Father York, and she did not express her doubts on such occasions.

"Ms. Rose, sit here and wait for me." Yorkes spoke at this point.

This kind of unbelievable thing, the more Ross and the others know, the worse it is.

Because they are still ordinary people after all, in a peaceful society, without encountering the supernatural, the three views are basically stereotyped, so it is better to stay away from extraordinary things, otherwise it will have a great impact on life.

Rose was stunned and looked at the priest who had stopped.

York nodded.

Sensing the priest's intransigence, Rose could only take a deep breath, sneak a glance at the silent old nun, and then led the confused little Sharon, who was still holding a big lollipop in her hand, towards the row of stools on the right.

Seeing this, York continued to walk forward, and Sister Gillian silently followed.

The two men stopped in a large open space under the high platform, facing each other in the light of the image of Jesus.

Shielding everything around him and creating a space where sound could not be heard, Yorks looked at the silent old nun and said calmly.

"Mother Gillian, can you say that?"

Mother Gillian glanced at little Sharon who was chatting with Rose in the distance, and sighed.

"Lord Bishop York, where have you been?"

York didn't speak, but just took out a few pieces of drawing paper from his bosom and handed them over.

Mother Gillian was stunned and took it.

As a result, the painting that appeared on the first piece of paper made her hands tremble.

The first sheet of paper shows a group of people worshipping around a statue of a girl, with many animal carcasses underneath.

This is her ancestor.

Mother Gillian endured the outburst of emotion in her heart, and continued to flip through the next one with trembling hands.

The second sheet of paper depicts a flaming ruin, on which a group of yellow-skinned people fall on a pool of blood, and in front of this pool of people is a group of white-skinned people with red guns in their hands.

What made Sister Gillian's eyes red was that behind the man with dark yellow skin and lying in a pool of blood was a statue of tears.

It was her ancestors protecting the statue, never backing down, never running away.

There was silence, and Mother Gillian barely flipped through the third piece of paper.

The third piece of paper depicts a bustling town with darkness underneath. In one of the groups of white-skinned, crazy people are doing research.

This is the second descendant of the Aboriginal killer to discover the truth about Silent Hill and its magical powers.

When Sister Gillian saw this, she already knew that the bishop in front of her probably knew everything, and she continued to open the fourth card.

The fourth picture shows a group of white-skinned people researching something to force the mysterious power of Silent Hill into a woman with dark yellow skin who is pregnant, and looking at its color distribution, only a small half of the white power is stuffed into it.

Most of the rejection is a twisted darkness.

The fifth picture shows a dark-yellow-skinned woman giving birth to a baby girl, with black hands next to the baby.

The sixth picture shows a baby girl growing up, but being framed as a shrine maiden

One by one, Mother Gillian finally stopped, looked up at the young bishop in front of her, who was just quietly looking at the image of Jesus, and said astringently.

"Lord Bishop York, you already know everything."

Yorkes looked at the statue of Jesus, not at the old nun, and said calmly.

"I know something, but what I don't understand is, what do you aboriginal gods want me to do?

And what is the role of the descendants of the indigenous people who live in the small town of Lost?

What happened to that fire,

It was because of these three questions that I came to Mon Ray Monastery. ”

When these words fell, Sister Gillian gritted her teeth, and without any hesitation at all, she suddenly knelt down.

But she found that she was supported by an invisible force, and she couldn't kneel no matter how hard she tried.

"You just have to answer me, don't make the scene so embarrassing." York gestured to Mother and Ross sitting on the benches in the furthest row.

Mother Gillian also glanced at Rose, who was looking at her, took a deep breath, and then prayed earnestly.

"Lord Bishop York, please help us, Lord Alesa."

Yorks looked at the old nun with a pleading face, and only felt that his life estimate had been reduced a little, and he was about to say something, but the three-dimensional picture that was always there made him see a group of people rushing towards the monastery.

Thomas, some of the seemingly wealthy residents, and a priest in his forties and fifties, who wore priests' robes, and monks who wore monks' robes.

Sixteen people in total.

"These people are probably the real core of Lostestertown." York thought to himself.

Then he looked at the old nun praying in front of him and sighed.

"Tell me everything before I can decide whether I want to help you or not, after all, I'm here for little Sharon's business, since she's related to you."

Mother Gillian was overjoyed when she noticed the loosening of the young bishop's tone in front of her.

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"Well, what's going on inside?"

Thomas, who was wearing a police uniform, looked at the closed room and couldn't help but sigh.

Then, he walked back and forth somewhat restlessly.

"Thomas, please, can you stop moving?"

Maybe Thomas didn't know how many times he walked, causing public outrage.

A middle-aged man couldn't help but speak.

"With Mother Gillian and Father Clifton inside, we'll know the outcome in the end."

"That's what I said, but I can't help it." Thomas scratched his face and looked at the closed doorway with some sorrow.

"You know, this may be our last chance, and it may even be the one that Mistress Aresha has created for us."

“.”

"I see." York, with his hands behind his back, stood by the window, looking at the scenery outside with some emotion.

"I know the thing."

Behind him, a nun, who was about to die, probably over 100 years old, had tears on her face, and even an old priest in her forties and fifties had some red circles in her eyes

(End of chapter)