End of the Sky

Along with the familiar encounter, Russell's eyes darkened, and he opened his eyes again, and found that he was sitting in a dense room with a small space. He could easily touch the wooden walls on all sides without sitting.

There was not a bright light coming from the door behind him. Russell blinked and the picture was a little familiar. If you guessed right, this is the confessional.

"It's too perfunctory, again a priest!"

Russell frowned slightly, and the priest was already tired, and dare not change his individual identity, such as the Pope.

If it was a pity, he hoped to be the medieval pope of Europe ...

Huh! Huh! Huh!

The wooden board in front was banged, Russell sat upright with his chest upright, and immediately took on the role. The priest was the priest, which is better than the unemployed.

"Young man, don't say a word after you come in, how can I enlighten you?"

An impatient voice came from behind the board, and Russell heard a mute voice: "Are you a priest?"

"Otherwise, are you?"

"Uh, that makes sense!"

The priest behind the plank seemed to have some patience, and urged: "Young man, don't keep silent. There is no need to hide any distress or sin. I will convey the voice of the Lord to you and help you solve your problems."

"Sorry, I didn't ..."

"Don't worry, I'm a priest and won't divulge the confessor's secrets, so speak up!"

Russell nodded secretly, which made a lot of sense. Changing him to be a priest would also keep the confessor secret.

"Father, this is the case. I have a friend who took his wife to camp on his own car, and as soon as he woke up by the lake, his wife disappeared ... for this reason, he was terrified and had trouble sleeping."

Father: "..."

Behind the wooden board was silent for a long while, and suddenly, the priest pulled the wooden board straight away, and a cup of coffee was handed to him under Russell's face.

The bald priest has gray beards, and he is fifty years old with less appearance. He looks serious: "You have a complicated situation. Let's have a cup of coffee first, let's talk slowly."

"Priest, not me, my friend."

"Well, your friend."

This priest is a bit interesting!

Russell took the coffee cup and took a sip of it, a bit bitter. He frowned, and drank the cup of coffee. "Father, go ahead, how can I enlighten my friend."

The priest took the coffee cup with a smile, and looked at the bottom of the empty cup, a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes: "You can send a Bible to your friends. There are many profound stories in it. You can read them a few times more. Purifying the soul should help him, for example ... "

The priest opened the box, and he said it for a quarter of an hour. When he saw that Russell was full of energy, he wiped his dry lips, and then he spoke for nearly twenty minutes.

After speaking for more than half an hour, the priest was dry and looked like a ghost.

Russell looked at him with a smile on his face: "Priest, you don't need a policeman to make sense, do you have any other way?"

The priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed: "Or, ask your friend to consult a lawyer, maybe you can find a solution!"

"With an agent, as long as the money is in place, the lawyer can settle all the problems." Russell nodded in agreement and got up to thank him: "Fr, thank you for helping me answer my doubts, so I'll contact ... friends, let him go to see a lawyer."

"and many more!"

The priest chased the confession room, took Russell's arm, and sat with him on a bench in the church hall: "Young man, I suddenly thought of several good ways, after all, lawyers are not almighty, you sit down and listen to me slowly Say."

Next, the enthusiastic priest helped Russell ’s friends to think about a dozen ways, from the police station, the court, to friends in the community, and finally to the consortium and parliamentarians, to analyze the stakes layer by layer, and sprinkle a lot of solutions, let Russell Fully aware of the darkness of this society.

Russell listened with interest, but the priest was sweating and couldn't help but ask, "Young man, I said so much, you ... don't you feel dull and drowsy?"

"Nothing at all. I have severe insomnia. I won't be sleepy if I don't sleep for ten days and a half months!"

The priest pulled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his face fiercely: "Wait a minute, I'll make you a cup of coffee."

"Priest, you are so polite, how embarrassed ..."

"It's okay. There aren't many patient young people like you. I like to chat with you." The priest hurried away and trot back with a pot of coffee for a while. When Russell didn't leave, a happy smile appeared on his face.

Russell held up the full coffee cup, drank it with a sip of hot air, and pouted, "Father, what brand of coffee in your house is really bitter."

"No brand, freshly ground coffee beans ..."

"What brand of coffee beans?"

"Bake your own beans!"

The priest said as he stared at Russell, seeing that he was getting more and more energetic. He opened his mouth several times and stopped talking. He couldn't bear it: "Young man, don't you want to sleep for a while?"

"You said that, I'm kind of ..." Russell said without a voice, leaning on a chair to sleep unconsciously.

"Young man, are you okay?"

The prince patted Russell's shoulder and confirmed that he really slept into a dead pig. This relieved him of relief. He wiped the sweat off his bald head, carried Russell over his shoulder, and walked into the side door of the hall.

Through the long corridor, the priest carried Russell to the clergy rest area, pushed open a wooden door, and threw Russell to the ground.

This is a study-like living room with a chair in front of the fireplace and an old lady with gray hair and round sunglasses.

The elderly were trapped in the hands and feet of steel wires, but this was not a prison for heavy churches, because the parents of the elderly did not dare to compliment.

The gray-faced face was like a stiff corpse, his eyes were white and swollen, and the facial features were seeping out of blood and blood. When he saw the priest approaching ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, he immediately opened his mouth and made a hoarse howl, and the sinister teeth were biting.

Zombie!

This old lady has been infected with a zombie!

The priest looked at his sister, who was not a ghost or a ghost, and took out the Bible and read, "My Lord has ruled that I will put evil spirits in the world. If they do n’t understand my word ..."

Huh!

A gunshot interrupted the priest, and he looked at his sister who had been killed by the headshot stupidly, making a meaningless sound when his expression collapsed.

"You bastard, I want you to die, how can you kill her?"

The priest showed his face, full of anger, and turned towards Russell.

Huh!

Russell put away the sand eagle, and whispered to the headless body of the priest: "Feed the dead with the living, forgive me not to agree with your teachings, and ... you are guilty!"

The priest who died after cooking, Russell thought deeply, turned on the TV in the living room, skipped several channels without a signal, and started watching the local news column.

"Reporters from Raccoon City report to you that sudden killings continue to sweep the city, and atrocities are raging like a plague. It seems endless and unstoppable ..."

"The umbrella company has sent armed guards and armored vehicles. The city has been blocked and the citizens are evacuating in an orderly manner ..."

(One `?? one)

"Infinite novice village? It shouldn't be. I remember this is the main **** space. Is it appropriate for a supergirl to bully a newcomer?"

Russell was full of doubts, wondering what the main **** and the main **** would do: "Speaking of it, why is it a church, instead of starting from the car in accordance with the usual practice?"

What about cold and jittery?

"[Resident Evil] The second part has already begun. Is it that I am delaying for a while ... late?"

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