13 Mink Street

the car is moving;

Karen was about to take some time to sleep for a while, and just leaned his head on the car window when Alfred, who was driving, freed up a hand and handed it over with a pillow:

"Master, use this."

"Where did you find it?"

"After sending the young master to Apple Street, I went to buy it myself."

Karen pressed the pillow against the car window, leaned against it, and closed her eyes:

"Very comfortable."

Alfred smiled and continued to concentrate on driving.

Little John originally thought that after he said the word "pigsty", Karen's interest could be aroused. Anyone who has fawned on others knows that sometimes the person he fawns on can make himself feel better if he can say a few more words to him. Feeling is a gift.

But Karen's bland reaction made Little John a little sad.

Pavaro stretched out his hand, over the seat, and landed on Little John's head.

Little John only felt a chill in his head, and he shivered subconsciously. He felt that this gentleman was like a dead person.

"Actually, it has a soul."

Little John asked with some doubts: "You are talking about it, who are you referring to?"

"The one you just said."

"Pigsty?"

"It's revenge."

"this……"

"You are the target of its revenge."

"I?"

"You might think it's fun to have these special abilities now, but later on when you get tainted and out of control, you'll regret being born to your parents."

Pavaro withdrew his hand on Little John's head, but Little John shivered again.

"Then... what should I do?"

Alfred said:

"You should learn to believe!"

"Faith... then which religion should I believe in?"

"Go to the true First Church!"

"Specifically...who is it?"

"Do you think you can believe what you want? This church has strict requirements for every believer!"

Today, the believers of this church are only myself, plus half a cat and half a dog.

"Oh, okay." Little John didn't know how to answer.

a short period of silence;

"Mr. Alfred, can I play a song?" Pavaro asked.

"Of course, which one do you want to hear?"

"It's all right. I used to think that listening to music was a waste of time, but now I think that waste is a kind of beauty, a very luxurious beauty."

Alfred turned on the car radio, and soon, the melody and singing came out, it was the song "Write a Letter to My Past Self" that Karen had heard.

Pavaro shrunk his neck to the collar of his coat, and relaxed his body as much as possible. Of course, this was just his self-feeling of relaxation, and his current body muscles were already stiff.

Karen closed her eyes and said, "Do you feel something?"

Pavaro said with a smile: "What I watch and listen to now can arouse emotions."

Little John interjected, "It's really sensitive."

Then,

Karen continued to sleep with her eyes closed, and Pavaro continued to listen to the song.

Little John's eyes were wide open, and he sat back upright again, rubbing the toes of his awkward shoes.

Because of Alfred, the car radio has become a CD player, and this song has been playing on a loop.

Karen also really fell asleep. He has lived a bit too full these days and has no serious time to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but Karen was woken up by Alfred's voice:

"Master, Master."

Karen opened his eyes, put down the pillow, stretched out his hands and squeezed his neck and asked:

"arrive?"

"Master, we're almost here; well, do you see the truck in front of you, does it look familiar?"

Karen sideways in the middle, looking out the front window.

"It looks familiar, the advertising paper on the carriage."

"Yes, master, last time you were driving, on our way home, there was a traffic accident ahead, a car and a truck collided."

"Is it a company car?"

"One of the taillights is broken, and it hasn't been repaired in time. I remember, it's just a car."

"What a coincidence." Karen paused, "The same song was played."

"Master, if you go further, you will arrive at the Missu Sausage Factory. This car is in the same direction as ours now."

Karen nodded.

The sausage factory arrived, the gate was on the downhill side of the road, the factory door opened, a truck drove in, and another truck drove out at the same time, even at this point, the factory still seemed very busy.

"I really didn't expect that we would come to the door directly like this." Pavaro expressed emotion.

Karen laughed: "It's the way my grandpa taught me."

Alfred drove directly in front of the gate without stopping. After driving a certain distance ahead, he turned the car under the road and parked in an alley.

"squeak……"

A slightly harsh voice came;

"Hiss..." Alfred gasped, and said with great distress, "Oh no, the car was blown."

Little John immediately comforted him, "Isn't it just a car?"

Alfred ignored him, and hurriedly opened the car door and went down to check the scratches.

"..." Little John.

He didn't know what happened tonight, he kept trying to blend in and please him, but he made the wrong words again and again.

Karen helped Mr. Pavaro out of the car, and Alfred said with some distress:

"I didn't expect there to be a utility pole in the alley, so it needs to be repainted."

Karen comforted: "It's okay, the car is a means of transportation."

Pu'er, who was sleeping all the way before, was also riding on Kevin's back at this time.

"Wow!"

"We checked here before, but we couldn't find anything abnormal. It seems that there should be a simple shielding formation here."

"Let me check."

Alfred took out a small bag, shook some white powder from it and sprinkled it on the ground, and then took out a few charcoal-like black things and put them on the powder.

These are formation materials. When Karen left Allen Manor, Alfred, who had been practicing formation at the manor, brought out some spares.

"Are there enough materials?" Karen asked.

Alfred shook his head and said, "Master, next we need to find a way to earn some coupons."

"Stupid dog and I also need some specific materials."

Pavaro opened the mouth and said: "After receiving my salary, I can buy it through the channel of Kosmos, and I can give the coupon to the messenger who comes to the door three times a month, and he will help to go to the big area to buy it and bring it to me. return."

Pu'er: "Your monthly salary is not enough to buy blood spirit powder, how can it be enough for us?"

After finishing speaking, Pu'er knew that he had said something wrong, and immediately said:

"Sorry, that's not what I meant."

Pavaro said: "Sometimes, I also doubt myself, whether the choice is wrong."

"You're right," Karen said.

"But, in front of my eyes, it's hard for me to see what I'm doing right."

"You are such a conscientious person, how can you be wrong. As for what you said that you can't see what you are doing right, it is because it is not you who are wrong, but this church."

"I gradually understand why you say your identity is the last thing you want to contact people from the Cult of Kosmos."

"Order is order, the church is the church, and what we believe in is order."

Karen did not say: order is order, the god of order is the god of order;

"You see much more clearly than I do."

"You go much deeper than I do."

"I suddenly feel a little honored. After that, you can use my name and identity. Oh no, I shouldn't say that. I should be honored. The mask made by my name and identity can give you some convenience."

"Wow!"

When Kevin heard this, he also called out, wagging his tail excitedly, and at the same time weighed his back, signaling Pu'er sitting on his back to quickly translate for him.

"It says it does the same."

"The formation is ready, I'll test it." Alfred stood up and began to chant the incantations of the Sect of Principle;

This is a simple test formation, it is very low-level, because its only use is to sense whether there is a formation nearby, and it can't sense the slightly advanced formation.

The black thing placed in the center of the white powder ignited, then extinguished quickly, and some white smoke rose. Alfred began to observe the drifting trajectory of the white smoke, and finally confirmed:

"Master, there is indeed a formation in the direction of the sausage factory."

"How do we get in?" Pavaro asked, "Should we just break in?"

"Coincidentally, my grandfather taught me this too."

After Alfred heard this, he ran out without ordering.

About a quarter of an hour later, a truck drove up in front of everyone. The driver's eyes were dull, and Alfred was sitting in the co-pilot seat.

"Master, Mr. Pavaro, please get in the car. The factory building is huge, and it's easy to get tired when you walk in. It's more convenient to take a car."

Alfred got out of the car, walked over and opened the truck compartment, and after opening, Alfred was stunned.

This is a truck that was "hijacked" by Alfred just after it came out of the factory building, but Alfred didn't have time to check it himself.

Karen helped Mr. Pavaro come over, and saw that there were bones piled up in the carriage, but they were not human bones, but domestic animal skeletons.

"Master, take the co-pilot seat." Alfred suggested.

"No trouble, I'll sit here."

I have to go through the factory gate later, and it is inconvenient for there are too many people at the driver's seat.

Karen helped Pavaro into the carriage, Pavaro sat down, and Karen also sat down.

The golden retriever jumped into the carriage, lay down directly, and sniffed, as if enjoying the environment.

Little John also climbed up, and when he got up, his face turned pale, and he squatted there hugging his knees and shivering.

Pavaro said, "Do you know the reason why I have been investigating this matter?"

"You say."

"In the past few years, almost every night, I would stand for a while at the door of my two daughters' bedrooms. I could hear their suppressed sobs. They were suffering from illness and pain. As a father, I felt the same. I prayed this time, hoping to transfer the pollution from my two daughters to myself.

After investigating this matter, when I go to bed every night, the crying in my ears is no longer my two daughters. I seem to hear many girls crying. They are also in pain, and they are also very pitiful. Among them Most were around my daughter's age.

They are all at the age when they should bloom like flowers, why should they be tortured like this.

I can't sleep until I investigate this matter. "

Karen closed her eyes and nodded.

"So, I want to thank you. I thought that although I didn't finish the investigation, I could finally close my eyes forever. I didn't expect that you could hear my prayer."

"Can you speak your mind?"

"Of course, what can't be said to a person who may only have one day left?"

"I can't empathize with you like you. It may be because I have no children, or it may be because I have always been indifferent."

"But you still took my investigation notes from Annie, you still brought me home and 'woke me up', and now you even brought me here.

You feel indifferent in your heart, but it doesn't affect you to do these things.

Or, you are not indifferent, but because you have always had a code of conduct that you abide by.

People with strong mobility generally don't have much leisure to take care of their rich emotions. Not only do they have no time, but they feel that there is no need for it. "

"I'm a psychiatrist."

"I've heard of this profession, it seems to be very lucrative."

"So, do I need to pay you for psychological consultation?"

"Oh, of course, 40 reals, no bargaining."

"Hehehe."

Karen and Pavaro both laughed.

Pu'er stretched out his paw and patted Kevin's dog's head:

"Meow, meow." (Looking at your enjoyment expression now, you think it's amazing? See what other people call that style.)

"Wang..."

Kevin was very wronged.

The truck restarted, turned around, came to the gate of the factory building, and stopped. There seemed to be voices coming from outside, but soon, the truck drove again without turning around. It should be Alfred who controlled the driver to pass the factory security check.

"The defense here is very loose," Pavaro said.

"Because it's hard to find here," Karen said. "The real defense is on the perimeter, not here."

"Is it because of what happened today? I seem to see a light in one direction at night."

"Yeah." Karen replied, "They will be very short-handed tonight."

The members of the Raphael family were pulled over and reduced to cannon fodder, with heavy casualties;

The group of people from the God of Order were also assembled to hunt down the remnants of the light;

Tonight was indeed the moment when the plant's defenses were the most lax.

"I suddenly felt that being hasty and direct is actually a good thing." Pavaro smiled, "Because this way you don't have to ponder and weigh again and again, not only may you lose opportunities because of this, but after repeated weighing, you may also It is very likely that a safer and more perfect method cannot be thought of.”

"Yes."

"So, is this what your grandfather taught you?"

"No." Karen shook his head. "When I'm with my grandfather, I can be impulsive at will, and I don't need to make any trade-offs, because I don't worry that I will bear the price of failure and problems."

The truck leaned forward and started to go down. It should have entered a location similar to an underground parking lot.

Finally, the car stopped.

The carriage door was opened,

"Young master, we're here. You can come down now. The workers in this workshop just got off the night shift, and a few guards are still at the first level of the belief system."

Karen helped Mr. Pavaro out of the car, and Kevin jumped off with Pu'er.

Little John continued to squat on the car, his body began to tremble more violently.

He once hid in his father's car and came here secretly. After being discovered by his father, he even slapped himself. That was the only time his father slapped himself in his memory.

This time, Little John suddenly felt chills all over his body, as if he was falling into an ice cellar, and it became difficult to breathe.

"He shouldn't have come," Pavaro said. "This is where he was polluted."

"For his father, pay off some debts, come down!"

Little John looked at Karen, then stood up with great difficulty, turned over and got out of the truck with great difficulty. When he landed, his feet were empty and he fell, but he didn't cry out the pain, but hugged himself with both hands, very Is dodging in fear of something around;

In the end, he instinctively leaned towards Karen. When he had physical contact with Karen, a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind. It was what he said to Karen when he received Karen's psychological treatment:

"These words of yours shattered my pride. It turns out that I'm just that idiot who likes to twist my body in the pig pen to show off my fat body."

At this time, Little John's body kept trembling, and he murmured:

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"Master, go this way." Alfred led the way. To be precise, there was a guard leading the way, but the guard was controlled by Alfred.

In front, there was a large sliding door. Alfred stepped forward and opened the door, revealing the scene inside.

Karen and the others seem to be standing on a small high platform. Under the glare light bulbs on the ceiling, there is a layout completely similar to a pig farm, except that there is no pig in each nest, but a person.

They were either pale or skinny, and they were all tortured to the point of being inhumane. None of them stood up, and they were all lying on the ground. Maybe they don't even have the strength to stand up now.

Many of them also noticed the movement from above, and cast their gazes over, but their gazes were all desperate and numb.

Below, there is a drainage bucket, which still has stored blood.

There is a channel-like groove behind the bucket, and the groove is filled with black liquid, with many thrown corpses floating on it.

In the air, there is a stench wrapped in a strong stale atmosphere.

This is a very subversive scene, because you see your own kind being raised as livestock.

Karen stood there, looking down.

At this time, Pavaro's emotions had reached a critical point;

He knelt down on the ground, closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and growled angrily:

"How dare they do this, how dare they, how dare they, they...represent order!"

Karen knelt down to steady him,

But at this time,

Mr. Pavaro stood up with difficulty, and at the same time gently pushed away Karen's support;

he opened his eyes,

Looking down again,

Said very solemnly and piously:

"According to the investigation, it has been confirmed that the evil church activities are carried out in a way of harming ordinary people;

According to the "Order Regulation Supplementary Chapter Thirteen Article 1", this place is sealed up, and all church members involved will be held accountable! "