Fingal's question could not be answered accurately, and Ange handed him a look of "I am very optimistic about you, young man, and the future of the academy is entrusted to you", and he lowered his head and concentrated on tasting Darjeeling black tea from Germany.

"Headmaster, headmaster, you have a word!" It's just that he looks like Fingal is flustered, as if Bruce Wayne's good friend Sheriff Gordon is jumping wildly:

"The Japanese branch is mixed, either completely perverted or not completely perverted, and I'm not a fat man and a little boy, so I can't suppress the audience in one shot!"

Ever since he created the Night's Watch discussion board to curry favor with the Vice Chancellor, there have been several travelogues from commissioners who have traveled to Japan, each of whom feels that the Japanese branch is a hellish place, where they have been abused in every way and have no dignity as human beings......

Below, there are other commissioners who have seen hell to reply, vividly describing the torture he suffered in Japan, Fingal thinks that his body is hard enough, but in the end it is still made of meat, and he can't carry bullets and RPGs!

"Rest assured, what you need to carry out is only to infiltrate the investigation mission, and you don't need to break into the enemy camp single-handedly like Schwarzenegger and Stallone, and then kill the Japanese branch like Zhao Zilong." Ange pressed his hand and motioned for Fingalmo to be excited:

"You are the ace commissioner of the academy, the first place in the tactics class, and the two elective courses of combat and combat reconnaissance are also full marks, I really can't find a more suitable student to perform this vital task besides you."

"Oh well, thank you for the compliment." Fingal picked up the muffin and put it in his mouth, swallowed it with black tea: "It's my fault to be too good, I'll correct it next time." ”

The words have already been said on this, and it would be rude to shirk it again.

He had already established himself on campus in his freshman year, which was not only the top grades in all subjects, but also the honor that he and his teammates had completed one high-level task after another.

Now he is the only one left in the team of the Famous Secret Party, and if he denies himself, he denies his partner.

"By the way, you're not alone in Japan." Ange looked at Fingal, who had re-bloomed as the No. 1 pride of the academy, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, revealing the only good news:

"The friends you met in China happened to be in Tokyo, so if you're lucky, you might be able to travel together."

As soon as these words came out, Fingal instantly felt that Gordon, who was jumping up and down in his heart, suddenly quieted down, and it seemed that when he went to Arkham Asylum to suppress the group of super criminals with heavy weapons, a freak in a bat armor came out of the shadows and said in a hoarse and deep voice as if he had throat cancer: Love Baterman.

"Hehe, my lady luck has always been by my side." Fingal kissed the red ring on his right ring finger and strode out of the principal's office.

Ange watched him leave quietly, until the office door slowly closed, and then he sighed slowly: "Sure enough, love can make people blind." ”

Norma, as the housekeeper of the academy, should treat all teachers and students equally, but he always opened the door to Fingal, and this kid may know any news faster than him.

But it's all part of the deal, so there's no need to worry about it.

The old man clicked on the hunter website, looked at the poster named "Emperor", and secretly wondered if this guy could be the "prince" who indirectly induced the academy to carry out Operation Greenland in the fall of 2001 so that the action team was almost wiped out, and after two years of hibernation, maybe he had successfully usurped the throne.

Thinking of the subordinate of the Executive Board who needed to carry a ventilator with him to stay alive, and the boy who had hatred buried in his eyes just now, Ange seemed to think of that autumn night again: "Hatred is the strongest motivation to slay dragons." ”

……

"Lord, I have been living with guilt and shame for all these years for the grave wrongs and irreparable sins I have committed, the harm and pain that my impulsive and ignorant actions in my youth have caused to the world and others......"

There is a narrow street behind the gate of the University of Tokyo, and many years ago there was a shrine called "Kuroten", which was later destroyed due to an accident, and because of the influence of the old United States, people built a community church on its site, and because of the lack of funds, it has now become a small and dilapidated old building, but there are still people who insist on coming here to pray.

The midday sun shines through the colorful glass into the interior of the church, the statue of the Virgin Mary is so holy in the sunlight that it is impossible to look at it directly, and an old man with gray hair stands in front of the statue, holding the silver cross in both hands and bowing his head to confess his mistakes to the Lord.

At this time, there was only the old man in the hall, and the young priest was listening to the confession of a lost lamb in the confessional room, and with his strong hearing he could hear the conversation between the two clearly.

The lost lamb is confiding in the pastor about his loneliness and helplessness, his busy husband, his drunken nights, his husband who works late into the night......

Listening to the lost lamb trying to find an excuse for his infidelity, and hoping to get the sympathy and approval of the priest, Master Yue suddenly remembered his high-spirited self back then, when he was a carefree stallion, and when he needed a woman, countless people would be willing to sacrifice their wives and children, and even if he didn't mind, they would saddle up and wait by the side, just to provide him with more intense stimulation and pleasure.

It's ridiculous that at the time, he thought it was a manifestation of power and power, but he didn't know that this was just an effective measure taken by the family in order to tie him down and make him obediently a stallion and a mascot instead of blindly mixing with the management of the family.

It was also a disturbed heart, or the lost lamb was too charming and too detailed, and Master Yue noticed that the young priest's breathing and heartbeat were disordered, and the confessional seemed to be at risk of turning into a confessional play.

"I'm still too young." Master Yue sighed in his heart, took the silver cross into his arms, coughed softly a few times, and the confessional room suddenly returned to its original rhythm.

In a young age, a mature young woman in a tight dress walked away, with a graceful demeanor, belonging to the type that is easy to immerse yourself in the two peaks and canyons in front and behind at a glance.

Master Yue, who had read through the bustling city, did not shift his gaze in the slightest, but did not continue his prayers and confessions, but sat on the bench and silently gazed at the statue of the Virgin Mary, as if remembering someone who had passed away for a long time through the holy human figure.

His mother was a devout nun who was holy like an angel in his heart.

She was such a kind person, always practicing love and peace, but in the end she died on a meat grinder-like battlefield, and her body was destroyed by an animal that was inferior to a pig or a dog......

Every time I think of my pregnant mother who was forced to separate from her father, return to the Catholic Church where she once fled for love, and make a vow to become a lifelong nun, while he entered the Nursery and entered the church school, like all the children in the school, who called her Mama Charlotte on the surface and called her mother behind her back, Master Yue's heart, which was full of holes, would be filled with warm love, as if she had returned to the days when she was huddled under the bed and listened to the nuns tell them the stories of the Bible in the bright light.

But memories are always out of his control, and he can't help but go to the beginning of that nightmare, when he left his mother for Japan and became a ......

"Hey, why are there so few people?"

Just when Master Yue's memories were about to turn from sweet to bitter, from warm to hateful, a little boy's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

He followed the prestige, and saw a boy in casual clothes standing at the door of the church and looking around, the other party looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, quite tall, and his appearance could be called handsome, but his clothes were a little poor, like those engineering men who were obsessed with learning and two-dimensional all day long on the campus of Dongda.

But the girl behind this kid is very good-looking, she looks like Asuka in Neon Genesis Evangelion, but her personality is like Ayanami, a girl with no children, and her eyes will only have a little bit of brilliance when she falls on the boy, and the rest of the time it is the same piece of solid colored glass, not mixed with any feelings.

This girl looked a little familiar, but Master Yue couldn't remember where he had seen her, maybe the other party had relatives who went to school or worked at the University of Tokyo.

With this in mind, he took the initiative to explain: "Today is a working day, and it is normal for not many people to come to pray. ”

And a kid of your age should do school instead of hanging out outside.

"Sodasne, Aligado." Lu Mingfei replied with his own plastic Japanese, but he did not rush into the church of this suspected gathering place of degenerate half-bloods, but looked at this warm-hearted old man with an inquiring gaze.

Dressed in a black priest's robe, tall but hunched back, his eyes revealed the vicissitudes of life and the emptiness of seeing through the mortal world, and his face was peaceful, which completely conformed to the stereotype of a monk in Lu Mingfei's heart.

If this is the Master Yue in the diary of a murderer, then he has to doubt his own judgment.

"Well, may I ask, is there a priest named Master Yue here?"

Master Yue was a little strange when he heard this, he had never seen this child and people who looked similar in the church, and he didn't understand why the other party was looking for him: "I am Master Yue, is there anything wrong with me?" ”

He hadn't revealed his real name for years, and whether it was the guests of Todai, the proprietors of the izakaya, or the believers who called him Master Yue, many suspected that he must have gone through some unforgettable misery to avoid mentioning his surname, but in reality he was just trying not to be found incognito by those annoying guys.

Confirming that the other party was his target, Lu Mingfei tightened his backpack and walked into the church with Eri Yi.

Because today is to the church to step on the point, Eri will be too cute to attract unnecessary attention with a bear rider doll, so he put the big-headed bear rider in his backpack when he goes out, and the consequence of this move is that the underworld lady always feels empty in her arms, and wants to find something to hold to make up for the real sense of security.

At this time, seeing Lu Mingfei stretching out his hand, she subconsciously wanted to hug him, but the boy's strong arms were generally not big enough, so Eri Yi just let him pull him towards the church.

Master Yue raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and said in his heart, a good boy shows affection in front of the old man, right, early love is not advisable, do you know? !

Sitting down on the chair on the other side of the aisle, Lu Mingfei put his right hand on the multi-functional watch naturally: "I suspect that I have encountered something unclean, I always feel that something is secretly snooping on me recently, I am very troubled, I was going to go to the shrine for help today, but my neighbor recommended me to come to the community church to find Master Yue." ”

"Oh? Let's talk about it in more detail. Master Yue squinted, there is no exorcism service in the community church, and he, a part-time priest, is not an exorcist, and he has never solved problems other than psychological counseling for others, this kid is afraid that he has found the wrong person.

But children, what they are best at is brain supplementation and scaring themselves, maybe this kid's neighbor just saw through his paranoia of being killed, so he recommended himself to treat him.

But after he listened to Lu Mingfei's words, his mind couldn't help but light up with a few question marks.

What kind of pervert would follow a little boy for half a year, and in order to prevent him from impulsively turning his head and committing several murders, is it certain that this is not a medieval melodrama in which the archbishop is reincarnated as a modern version of Jack the Ripper?

Master Yue euphemistically expressed his meaning, and the general content can be summarized as "read more books and read more newspapers, watch less movies and less fantasies".

However, in the next second, he heard a familiar name from Lu Mingfei's mouth, that is, the faithful believers who come to the church every weekend to attend Mass, and have donated a lot of money in half a year.

"I didn't expect him to be a serial murderer...... Master Yue's voice was inexplicably a little hurt, as if he was sad that he would be respected by a murderer, after all, the one who can attract the murderer must also be the murderer, and the guy who can suppress the murderer must have committed an even more terrifying killing.

After meeting that strange guest last night, his emotions were very easily affected by foreign objects, sensitive like a rabbit in a high-risk state, and even the column of water that fell on his head during the night bath reminded him of the slightly trembling hands that fell on his head when his mother sent communion.

Master Yue's interrupted memories continued to play in his mind like a slideshow, and he saw his arrogant and absurd life after being taken back to Japan, and when World War II broke out, he was tricked by his people into mobilizing young people to go to war according to the speeches they gave him. In the end, when he was defeated, he chose the emperor to assassinate an old guy who was a certain Laipi, and finally caused chaos and shameful killing when he learned of his mother's death......

The memories that he didn't want to think about but always echoed in his mind hit like a raging tide, Master Yue's face became a little pale, he didn't want to lose his temper in front of the two children, so he tried to recall his mother's appearance and words, like struggling to swim to the only piece of driftwood in the rough and dangerous sea.

After so many years, in fact, his mother's appearance has been a little blurred, occasionally in his memory his mother will become the Virgin Mary, sometimes he will not be able to tell whether he is confessing to the statue of the Virgin Mary, or repenting with his mother, so he was bored in the church in the afternoon watching the sun gradually sink in the west, as if returning to the church when he was a child, someone in his ear talked about how Mama Charlotte was ......

His mother's name was Charlotte Chen, with dark red eyes, willowy eyebrows, and smiling lips, and he had been wearing a nun dress and a veil for as long as he could remember, and had never changed into anything else.

She should have a supple and beautiful hair...... Clear-...... Damn, he couldn't remember what color his mother's hair was!

Master Yue's eyes were more anxious like a baby, and his gaze crossed over the colorful glass windows in the church, and finally fell on the expressionless girl.

It seems that she sweated a little after exercising for a long time yesterday, and Eri didn't wash her hair, so she felt a little itchy in her head, so she scratched her head through the wig, and the wig, which was not particularly tight without the restraint of the hat, shifted slightly, revealing a little red that was caught in the hairband.

yes, mommy's hair...... It's red.

Today is busy with all kinds of things all day, a meal at noon for more than two hours, a meal at night for more than 3 hours, the whole two tables of hard dishes people are almost tired......

My sister will get married tomorrow, so I can't bear it.

(End of chapter)