Wine and Gun

He looked at Albarino, his eyes, the smile on his mouth, and the happiness in his eyes that was like the rest of his life. Then Herstal let out a low breath, leaned over and kissed Albarino gently on the corner of the mouth.

"Okay," he whispered.

Looking down at the Climfield District from the air, you will see this scene: The church of Our Lady of the Rosary is surrounded by an open space, now completely covered with white snow, like a smooth and smooth white stone, or a white pool with no reflection. . And the procession in the distance slowly flows into this whiteness like a river full of colorful lights and noises.

On this white land, there are two small black spots.

—It was Francis and his sister Charlotte, a tourist from a foreign country.

There are no tall buildings near the Church of Our Lady of the Rosary, and they can see the high windows of the church brightly lit from a distance. Francis had carefully checked various travel strategies before planning this trip to the United States, so it was clear that the Church of Our Lady of the Rosary was closed to the public, and there were no clergy in it, let alone construction workers who were still working on Christmas Eve.

Ordinary people may only wonder for a few seconds when they see such a scene, and then forget about the situation. But Francis is clearly not an ordinary person in this sense, which can be explained by his daringness, or by the fact that he has an adventurous nature in his bones, in any case, he and his sister apparently think that giving up following the parade is slow. It's a good idea to go ahead and walk over to the church to see what's going on.

From a close up look, the church looks nothing different. The windows that let in the light are too high to see what's inside. The front door of the church is also tightly closed, and there is a sign at the door that says "Do not enter during construction."

There is still a little distance from the parade street, perhaps because of the sound-absorbing properties of the snow, the noise from there has been diluted and blurred, and at this moment, only the creaking of two people stepping on the snow can be heard. sound. Charlotte walked up front with great interest, apparently it was more fun for her to explore the supposedly deserted church at night than to follow the procession.

Of course, if she was willing to take off the twinkling reindeer antlers headdress, the taste of adventure could have been stronger.

"Charlotte," Francis followed behind her, with a proper amount of laughter and a lot of helplessness in his voice, these two emotions seem to be the norm when he gets along with his sister, "I don't think the third watch It's a good idea to come here in the middle of the night."

"Because horror movies all start like this?" his sister asked enthusiastically.

"...This is one of the reasons, and the second is that I'm pretty sure the sign just said 'No Entry'," Francis replied.

At this time, Charlotte walked up to the steps of the main entrance of the church. She reached out her hand and pressed it on the cold wooden door and pushed it tentatively: the door made a harsh creaking sound, and a warm light leaked from the church. , reflected in a thin line in the snow, and quickly dissipated as Charlotte let go.

"The door doesn't seem to be locked, do you want to go in and take a look?" Charlotte asked thoughtfully, "Didn't you say that there is a particularly beautiful sculpture in this church? If you can take a look, it's not a loss, right? —It's Jesus' birthday today, and I don't think he would mind."

Francis said with tears in his eyes, "Charlotte..."

But the biggest characteristic of his sister may be that she never listens to her brother. Charlotte grinned and pushed open the heavy door.

The light swarmed out from the interior, which was different from what the two of them had imagined. There was no dust accumulated over the years falling from the ceiling. There was no accumulated scaffolding and timber reinforcement in the interior. Except for the repairs outside the church, the interior of the church was It doesn't look like it's under repair.

But the row of pews in the church has disappeared, the stone floor is spotless under the bright lights, and the interior is empty, but—

But the ground was covered with bloodstains that had dried up and had not dried up, the pools of blood that had not dried up were a fresh dark red, and the dried up parts had long brown marks on the ground. The brothers and sisters opened their eyes in astonishment, and Francis saw the ship—a ship full of flesh and blood that had lost its shape, a peculiar offering to some mad god, the flaming golden chariot of Phaethon.

And in front of the blood-colored boat, under the solemn circular dome of the church, hangs a dead, dismembered man, his arms stretched open and hanging under the dome, as if hanging from a cross the sinner above. His chest and abdomen were opened and hollowed out, and the stubble of white ribs poked out of his chest, as if his heart had broken free.

And the empty chest and abdomen of the deceased were filled with fruits and flowers again. The soft and light-colored petals and plump fruits were stacked together, and large swathes of goose, pink, and silver blue replaced the bloody organs in the human body.

The surroundings were dead silent, only the ethereal singing of hymns echoed in the empty church, like a sigh.

"You need not fear the trembling of the night, or the arrows of the day;

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