Accompanied by the familiar trance, Russell's eyes turned dark. He opened his eyes again and found that he was sitting in a secret room with a small space. He could easily touch the wooden walls on all sides while sitting still.
A light that was not bright came from the crack in the door behind him. Russell blinked, and the picture looked familiar. If you guessed correctly, this is the confessional room.
Too perfunctory, it's a priest again!
Russell frowned slightly. He was tired of being a priest. Do you dare to change his identity, such as the Pope.
If it's a pity, he hopes to be the medieval European pope...
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The wooden board in front was knocked, Russell stood up straight, and immediately took the role. Just a priest, it was better than a jobless vagrant.
Young man, after you come in, you don’t say a word, how can I enlighten you?
An impatient voice came from behind the wooden board, and Russell was stunned: Are you a priest?
Otherwise, are you?
Uh, it makes sense!
The priest behind the board seemed a little patient and urged: Young man, don’t stay silent. If you have any worries or sins, I will convey the voice of the Lord to you and help you solve your troubles.
Sorry, I don't actually...
Don't worry, I am a priest and will not reveal the secrets of confessing people, so you can tell them boldly!
Russell nodded secretly. This made sense. If he were a priest, he would keep it a secret for the confessor.
Father, this is the case. I have a friend who took his wife to camp on his own, but when he woke up by the lake, his wife disappeared... For this reason, he was frightened and couldn't sleep well.
Father: …
The wooden board was silent for a while, and suddenly, the priest pulled the wooden board away directly. In a daze, Russell handed a cup of coffee in his hand.
The bald priest had a gray beard and looked at his appearance at least fifty years old. He said with a serious expression: Your situation is a bit complicated. Let's have a cup of coffee first and we will talk slowly.
Father, it's not me, it's my friend.
Well, your friend.
This priest is interesting!
Russell picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. It was a little bitter. He frowned and drank the cup of coffee in one go: Father, continue, how should I enlighten my friends.
The priest smiled and took the coffee cup, looking at the bottom of the empty cup, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes: You can send a Bible to your friend, which contains many stories with profound meanings. Reading it a few more times can purify the soul and should help him, for example...
The priest opened up the conversation and talked for a quarter of an hour. Seeing Russell full of energy, he pursed his dry lips, and talked for nearly twenty minutes.
After talking for more than half an hour, the priest was dry and looked like a ghost.
Russell looked at him with a funny face: Father, if you reason is useful, you don’t need a policeman. Do you have any other ways?
The priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed: Otherwise, let your friend consult a lawyer and maybe he can find a solution!
There is an agent, and as long as the money is in place, the lawyer can solve all problems.Russell nodded in agreement and stood up to thank: Father, thank you for helping me answer my questions. I will contact you now... friend, let him find a lawyer.
etc!
The priest chased out of the confessional room, grabbed Russell's arm, and sat with him on the bench in the church hall: Young man, I suddenly thought of several good ways, after all, lawyers are not omnipotent, sit down and listen to me slowly.
Next, the enthusiastic priest helped Russell's friends think of more than a dozen solutions, from the police station, the court, to friends in society, and finally to the consortium and parliamentarians, analyzing the interests layer by layer, and spreading a lot of solutions, allowing Russell to fully see the darkness of this society.
Russell listened with relish, but the priest was sweating profusely and couldn't help but ask: Young man, I've said so much, you... don't you feel bored and drowsy?
There is no at all. I have severe insomnia and will not sleep even if I don’t sleep for ten days or half a month!
The priest pulled up his sleeves and wiped away the sweat from his face: Wait a moment, I'll make you a cup of coffee.
Father, you are so polite, how embarrassed you are...
It's okay, there are not many young people as patient as you, and I like to chat with you.The priest ran away in a hurry, and after a moment he trotted back with a pot of coffee. Seeing that Russell had not left, a glorious smile appeared on his face.
Russell picked up the poured coffee cup, blew the heat and drank it all in one gulp, and smacked his lips: Father, what brand of coffee is your home, it tastes so bitter.
No brand, freshly ground coffee beans...
What brand of coffee beans is?
Beans baked by yourself!
The priest stared at Russell while talking. Seeing that he was getting more and more energetic, he opened his mouth several times but stopped. He couldn't bear it anymore: Young man, don't you want to sleep for a while?
You said this, I was really a little... Russell said nothing and slept unconsciously while leaning on the chair.
Young man, are you okay?
The priest patted Russell on the shoulder and confirmed that he had really slept like a dead pig, so he felt relieved.He wiped off the sweat from his bald head, carried Russell on his shoulder, and walked into the side door of the hall.
Through the long corridor, the priest carried Russell to the clergy's rest area, pushed open a wooden door, and threw Russell on the ground.
This is a living room similar to a study room. A chair is placed directly in front of the fireplace, and an old lady with gray hair and round sunglasses sits on it.
The old man was trapped by the steel wire, but this was not a heavy-tasting church imprisonment, because the old man was really not satisfied with it.
The gray-white face was like a stiff corpse, with white and swollen eyes, and blood oozing outwards. When he saw the priest walking towards him, he immediately opened his mouth and let out a hoarse howl, and his gloomy teeth kept biting.
Zombies!
This old lady has been infected into a zombie!
The priest looked at his sister who was neither human nor ghost, took out the Bible and opened it, and said: My ruling, I will give the evil spirits to the world, if they do not understand my holy words again...
Bang!
A gunshot broke the priest, he stared at his sister who was killed by the headshot, and his expression collapsed and made a meaningless AhAh sound.
You bastard, I want you to pay your life, how can you kill her?
The priest's face showed ferociousness, his eyebrows were full of hostility, and he turned around and rushed towards Russell.
Bang!
Russell put away the sand eagle and whispered to the priest's headless corpse: Feed the dead with living people, I can't agree with your teachings, and... you are guilty!
After the priest who was not willing to die after cooking, Russell thought to himself, turned on the TV in the living room, skipped a few channels without signals, and started watching local news columns.
Raccoon City reporters report to you that sudden killings continue to sweep the city, and the atrocities are raging like plague, seemingly endless and uncontrollable...
The Umbrella Company has sent armed guards and armored vehicles. The city has been blocked and citizens are evacuating in an orderly manner...
(1'')
Unlimited novices village?No, I remember this is the main god space. Is it appropriate to bully newcomers like Supergirl?
Russell was full of doubts, wondering what the Lord God would do: Then again, why is it the church, instead of following the convention, starting from the carriage?
What about the coldness and shaking that was agreed upon?
Resident Evil Part 2 has already started. Could it be that I delayed for a while... Is it late?
A light that was not bright came from the crack in the door behind him. Russell blinked, and the picture looked familiar. If you guessed correctly, this is the confessional room.
Too perfunctory, it's a priest again!
Russell frowned slightly. He was tired of being a priest. Do you dare to change his identity, such as the Pope.
If it's a pity, he hopes to be the medieval European pope...
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The wooden board in front was knocked, Russell stood up straight, and immediately took the role. Just a priest, it was better than a jobless vagrant.
Young man, after you come in, you don’t say a word, how can I enlighten you?
An impatient voice came from behind the wooden board, and Russell was stunned: Are you a priest?
Otherwise, are you?
Uh, it makes sense!
The priest behind the board seemed a little patient and urged: Young man, don’t stay silent. If you have any worries or sins, I will convey the voice of the Lord to you and help you solve your troubles.
Sorry, I don't actually...
Don't worry, I am a priest and will not reveal the secrets of confessing people, so you can tell them boldly!
Russell nodded secretly. This made sense. If he were a priest, he would keep it a secret for the confessor.
Father, this is the case. I have a friend who took his wife to camp on his own, but when he woke up by the lake, his wife disappeared... For this reason, he was frightened and couldn't sleep well.
Father: …
The wooden board was silent for a while, and suddenly, the priest pulled the wooden board away directly. In a daze, Russell handed a cup of coffee in his hand.
The bald priest had a gray beard and looked at his appearance at least fifty years old. He said with a serious expression: Your situation is a bit complicated. Let's have a cup of coffee first and we will talk slowly.
Father, it's not me, it's my friend.
Well, your friend.
This priest is interesting!
Russell picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. It was a little bitter. He frowned and drank the cup of coffee in one go: Father, continue, how should I enlighten my friends.
The priest smiled and took the coffee cup, looking at the bottom of the empty cup, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes: You can send a Bible to your friend, which contains many stories with profound meanings. Reading it a few more times can purify the soul and should help him, for example...
The priest opened up the conversation and talked for a quarter of an hour. Seeing Russell full of energy, he pursed his dry lips, and talked for nearly twenty minutes.
After talking for more than half an hour, the priest was dry and looked like a ghost.
Russell looked at him with a funny face: Father, if you reason is useful, you don’t need a policeman. Do you have any other ways?
The priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed: Otherwise, let your friend consult a lawyer and maybe he can find a solution!
There is an agent, and as long as the money is in place, the lawyer can solve all problems.Russell nodded in agreement and stood up to thank: Father, thank you for helping me answer my questions. I will contact you now... friend, let him find a lawyer.
etc!
The priest chased out of the confessional room, grabbed Russell's arm, and sat with him on the bench in the church hall: Young man, I suddenly thought of several good ways, after all, lawyers are not omnipotent, sit down and listen to me slowly.
Next, the enthusiastic priest helped Russell's friends think of more than a dozen solutions, from the police station, the court, to friends in society, and finally to the consortium and parliamentarians, analyzing the interests layer by layer, and spreading a lot of solutions, allowing Russell to fully see the darkness of this society.
Russell listened with relish, but the priest was sweating profusely and couldn't help but ask: Young man, I've said so much, you... don't you feel bored and drowsy?
There is no at all. I have severe insomnia and will not sleep even if I don’t sleep for ten days or half a month!
The priest pulled up his sleeves and wiped away the sweat from his face: Wait a moment, I'll make you a cup of coffee.
Father, you are so polite, how embarrassed you are...
It's okay, there are not many young people as patient as you, and I like to chat with you.The priest ran away in a hurry, and after a moment he trotted back with a pot of coffee. Seeing that Russell had not left, a glorious smile appeared on his face.
Russell picked up the poured coffee cup, blew the heat and drank it all in one gulp, and smacked his lips: Father, what brand of coffee is your home, it tastes so bitter.
No brand, freshly ground coffee beans...
What brand of coffee beans is?
Beans baked by yourself!
The priest stared at Russell while talking. Seeing that he was getting more and more energetic, he opened his mouth several times but stopped. He couldn't bear it anymore: Young man, don't you want to sleep for a while?
You said this, I was really a little... Russell said nothing and slept unconsciously while leaning on the chair.
Young man, are you okay?
The priest patted Russell on the shoulder and confirmed that he had really slept like a dead pig, so he felt relieved.He wiped off the sweat from his bald head, carried Russell on his shoulder, and walked into the side door of the hall.
Through the long corridor, the priest carried Russell to the clergy's rest area, pushed open a wooden door, and threw Russell on the ground.
This is a living room similar to a study room. A chair is placed directly in front of the fireplace, and an old lady with gray hair and round sunglasses sits on it.
The old man was trapped by the steel wire, but this was not a heavy-tasting church imprisonment, because the old man was really not satisfied with it.
The gray-white face was like a stiff corpse, with white and swollen eyes, and blood oozing outwards. When he saw the priest walking towards him, he immediately opened his mouth and let out a hoarse howl, and his gloomy teeth kept biting.
Zombies!
This old lady has been infected into a zombie!
The priest looked at his sister who was neither human nor ghost, took out the Bible and opened it, and said: My ruling, I will give the evil spirits to the world, if they do not understand my holy words again...
Bang!
A gunshot broke the priest, he stared at his sister who was killed by the headshot, and his expression collapsed and made a meaningless AhAh sound.
You bastard, I want you to pay your life, how can you kill her?
The priest's face showed ferociousness, his eyebrows were full of hostility, and he turned around and rushed towards Russell.
Bang!
Russell put away the sand eagle and whispered to the priest's headless corpse: Feed the dead with living people, I can't agree with your teachings, and... you are guilty!
After the priest who was not willing to die after cooking, Russell thought to himself, turned on the TV in the living room, skipped a few channels without signals, and started watching local news columns.
Raccoon City reporters report to you that sudden killings continue to sweep the city, and the atrocities are raging like plague, seemingly endless and uncontrollable...
The Umbrella Company has sent armed guards and armored vehicles. The city has been blocked and citizens are evacuating in an orderly manner...
(1'')
Unlimited novices village?No, I remember this is the main god space. Is it appropriate to bully newcomers like Supergirl?
Russell was full of doubts, wondering what the Lord God would do: Then again, why is it the church, instead of following the convention, starting from the carriage?
What about the coldness and shaking that was agreed upon?
Resident Evil Part 2 has already started. Could it be that I delayed for a while... Is it late?
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