The light filled his eyes, his vision recovered, and Wu Heng found himself in a small church.

The walls are hung with paintings full of religious style, which are colorful and give a sense of solemnity. The soft light in the church is sprinkled on the ground through the wooden windows, creating a light and shadow in the shape of a cross, and this environment makes people feel pure.

"Emila Church."

Smelling the faint fragrance of the church, the name of the church popped up in his heart.

Wu Heng looked down at his makeup again.

Very solemn!

He wears a black robe with a golden cross on his chest, giving him a sense of sanctity.

Wu Heng walked to the front of the prayer platform and picked up the golden mirror to reflect himself.

He controlled his facial expression, moving closer to the expression that a priest should have, and a gentle smile appeared on the face of a thirty-year-old, which made people feel very friendly at first glance.

"Victor Liszt."

Wu Heng absorbed the remaining memories in his mind, this was the name of his body, and his identity was the priest of this church in the town of Bloomington.

It's a priest!

To assume this capacity, in his present nature, is in itself the greatest blasphemy against God.

God doesn't like him, just as he doesn't like God, and Wu Heng firmly believes this.

Because he was already in hell.

God may redeem a wicked man, but He will never redeem a wicked man, especially a wicked man without faith.

In the church at this time,

The last of the praying mentioners, who had left five minutes earlier, simply sat down in the first row below, picked up the Bible and flipped through it, thinking inwardly about how to proceed to the plot.

In the empty church, only the sound of Wu Heng flipping through the pages of a book was very quiet.

Gurg--!

The half-closed door of the church was pushed open, and a trace of the smell of alcohol drifted to Wu Heng's position with the breeze pouring in from the door, and his hand flipping through the Bible stopped and looked back.

He was tall and thin, tanned-skinned, wearing a striped shirt, faded jeans, tattered technician shoes, and no fine lines on his face except for the corners of his eyes, nearly forty years old, but he looked only thirty years old.

The whole person should have a capable and mature temperament, but it disappeared, and his face was full of decadence.

His cheeks were stained with air-dried transparent tears, two black-purple blobs under his eye sockets, his cheeks were hot from alcohol, and his red nose looked like it was inflamed.

"Father, I'm here to pray!"

He stood in the doorway, a hoarse voice with a trembling voice, sounding word by word.

You could tell from the sound that there was a great fear in his heart.

"Come, child, and the Lord will hear your prayers."

Wu Heng smiled, nodded slightly, and said to the person at the door in a gentle voice.

At the same time, a message came from Tayin:

[Get in touch with the characters in the plot and explore the score increase.] 】

This is the reason for his soothing expression.

The person at the door, hearing Wu Heng's words, seemed to have been redeemed, the expression on his face relaxed slightly, and he walked to Wu Heng's side with stiff steps and staggered slightly.

It seemed that because of the strong smell of wine on his body, he chose to sit on the other side of the aisle closest to the aisle, and he was about two meters away from Wu Heng.

Wu Heng didn't feel like he was coming into contact with a living person, but welcoming a ghost.

The man seemed to have died somewhere, maybe he had jumped off a building, maybe he had hanged himself, and the body was still swinging in the wind somewhere.

But there was indeed a living man in front of him, and he was just too close to death, as if he were already dead.

"My child, what's your name?"

"You look a little unwell."

Wu Heng turned his head and said softly, his voice was gentle with a hint of concern, like a real father.

"My name is Ben Hanscombe." The drunken man said his name.

"Don't be nervous, Ben."

"Now is the time for you, whether it's repentance or prayer, the statue of Jesus is here, and I'm here."

Wu Heng's eyes slightly glanced at the wooden statue above the church platform, with his hands outstretched, nailed to the cross.

The person in front of him is the little fat man with a great talent for construction in the first plot, and in the second part, he has become a famous architect, created his own wealth, and was praised by Time magazine as "the most promising new generation of architects in the United States".

Ben followed Wu Heng's eyes, and also looked at the statue, which seemed to give him a hint of confidence, he lowered his head slightly, stared at the blackened table, seemed to be observing the lines on it, and said in a low voice:

"I'm a big fat pig!"

He paused, as if to organize his words, and after about 5 seconds continued:

"When I was a kid, I was fat, I never played baseball or basketball, I was always the first to get caught playing hide and seek, and I couldn't stand it. It would be back home, and there were a few guys who often troubled me. ”

"One of them is called Reginald. Huggins, but we all call him Belzi, and the other one is Victor. Chris, and others. ”

"But the worst one is a guy named Henry. Bowers' guy, he's worse than everyone combined, and if there's a natural villain in the world, it's definitely Henry, and he's not just bullying me, it's just that I'm too fat and can't run as fast as anyone else. ”

Wu Heng knew who he was talking about, that was a character who was bullied by a violent father at home, and then bullied others outside, he was sent a dagger by Pennywise the clown to induce him to kill, and the first one was to stab his father to death.

"My child, it's over!"

Ben didn't speak, just unbuttoned himself and pulled his shirt apart.

There was a twisted and funny scar on his abdomen, above his navel, a wrinkled, white, old scar that carried the marks of age.

The scar resembles an English letter, a twisted "H".

"The wound is healed, but the scar is still not gone, is this what they did?"

Wu Heng already knew in his heart, but he still asked deliberately.

"It's Henry. Bowers did it, it felt like a lifetime, but luckily he only tattooed a letter and didn't let me run around with his full name. ”

Ben pulled out a piece of lemon wrapped in plastic wrap from his pocket, tilted his head and dripped the lemon juice into his nostrils like nasal drops, and then his body shook violently and shivered.

"Child, you seem to be scared, but the wound has healed, and that bad boy should also get retribution!"

Wu Heng looked at Ben's operation, he had seen people sucking all kinds of things, and it was the first time he had seen sucking lemon juice.

"Yes, Father, he died, not long after carving a word on my belly."

"But I don't care about him at all, and I don't care about this scar."

Ben wiped it and it flowed out, mixed with lemon-scented snot, and his eyes were filled with tears, bloodshot but absolutely sober.

"Father, please tell me, are there ghosts in this world?"

Ben clutched the lemon tightly in his hand, and seemed to be about to put a few more drops in his nose, but due to the force, a layer of juice was squeezed out of the surface of the lemon, which flowed on his hand, making the cracks between his fingers sticky.

"That's the question."

Wu Heng pondered for a while, turned up the Bible in front of him, and said softly:

"Yes!"

This answer made Ben's body feel like an electric shock, the bloodshot under his eyes turned even redder, and he stared at the priest in front of him pleadingly, as if he wanted Wu Heng to tell him that he was lying to him.

(End of chapter)