Chapter 818: Going far. coming

Chapter 818 goes far. Arrival
At the moment when the eyes were opened on the skull, a smog slammed in the basement.
Candles, oil lamps, and even the only lights are extinguished.
The entire basement was in darkness.
Only two points of scarlet bloom in the light.
That is... the eyes of the skull!
"Be careful!"
The change surprised John, but did not let the sheriff scare off his mobility. While shooting out the revolver, he shot at the head and pulled the old nun behind him.
John did not forget that he had promised to protect the old nun.
However, things are somewhat unexpected.
boom!
Hey!
Three shots in a row, all hit the eyebrows of the head.
Although the surroundings are dark, the light of the eyes of the skull gives John the best illumination, just like the ‘lighting the way.’
Only that head is unscathed!
The bullet hits it, and there is no use except for the few sparking stars.
On the contrary, a sense of cold came from the hands and swiftly spread throughout the body.
Not the palm of the gun!
Yes... I took the palm of the old nun.
"Is it?!"
The bad guess from the bottom of my heart, let John subconsciously let go.
But the hand of the old nun was as strong as it was glued, and it could not be released anyway.
And the colder and more smashed into the bone marrow.
As the cold comes, it is a slippery, fluid liquid flowing down the neck. Without the touch, with the police experience and the stinking smell, he can tell that it is blood.
Then the head appeared in front of John.
The neck meets and the four eyes are opposite.
The appearance is intimate.
If you can choose, John will never choose such an action.
Even the owner of this skull was extremely young and beautiful during his lifetime.
But there is only one head left, and it is still soaked in the blood, and no one can calmly look at it.
At the same time, a question appeared in John's heart.
Where did Sister Mornie go?
It seems that I saw John's doubts, and the head showed an ugly smile, slightly offset a little, giving up enough horizons.
Immediately, John saw the old nun.
The old nun who was beaten in the pool of blood was smashed.
"This?!"
John stayed where he was.
Even as a sheriff, he has experience that ordinary people don't have, and he has dealt with many wicked guys, but the scene in front of him still has a great impact on John.
Did he actually kill the person he wants to protect? !
How can this be? !
The shock made John feel unsteady and his body swayed.
When the old nun who fell in the pool of blood swayed from the ground, John was even struck by lightning, facing his mouth open, revealing sharp teeth, and the head biting at his throat became blind. It is.
puff!
Blood was sprayed out.
Pain is introduced into the brain.
John instinctively touched his throat.
Just when his finger touched the skin between the necks, the light was on!
Candles, oil lamps and lights are on at the same time!
The entire basement is full of light.
That box is still a box.
The body inside the box is still a corpse.
The skull is fixed there, and although the eyes are open, they are ordinary colors, not scarlet.
The old nun prayed in a low voice, and there was a faint white glow on her body.
"Benevolence Bernard, your brilliance guards your believers!"
"Benevolence Bernard, your brilliance protects innocent people!"
......
Looking at the white light, John quickly felt the peace of mind.
Everything that has just happened in my mind is becoming more and more clear.

What happened just now?

When the prayers of the old nun stopped, John couldn’t wait to ask.
Even in the sewers, I have seen the inhuman power shown by Gong Lansen, but the scene in front of me is even more unforgettable.
The wave of gold formation is undoubtedly terrible.
But the moving body is even more terrible.
Death is essentially the same.
The fear of death can be different, especially when it is related to the body, the fear will be magnified many times.
"The embarrassment brought by the uneasy soul."
"but……"
The old nuns stopped talking.
"What is it?"
John asked.
"The general soul can't form such a force at all, and..."
The words of the old nun stopped again.
This made John more anxious.
"Can you do it once in a while?"
"I don't think that appetizing is a thing that a nun should do!"
Said John.
I can see that what happened just now, even if bathed in the glory of the old nuns, still makes the sheriff feel a lot of uneasiness, otherwise it will not be questioned with this kind of joke that hopes to relax.
"Yes……"
The words of the old nun stopped again.
This time is not the wish of Ms. Monie herself, but another change.
It is not the body in which the soul of the box is rested.
It is a little further away, in a few simple iron cabinets.
Where is this?
The morgue of the police station.
What is the most lacking in the morgue?
The body.
The answer is obvious.
However, when he heard the banging of the 铛, 铛 回, the sergeant John never felt disgusted with the morgue at this moment.
"Sister, what do we do?"
Looking at the constantly shaking metal cabinet, John raised his hand and asked for a pistol.
John knew that it was useless to deal with these things with a pistol, but what he could call a weapon in his hand was a pistol.
The old nun did not answer, but prayed again.
This time the prayer is more than confirmed before.
Not only is the knees on the ground, but the old nuns also painted a simple picture on the ground.
Standing on the sidelines, John roughly identified the painting as a sun that had just emerged halfway from the horizon, and the sun shone through the fields, rivers, and hillsides.
"Benevolence Bernard, please indicate their return path for the lost soul..."
In the voice of prayer, the simple paintings on the ground and the old nuns are shrouded in faint brilliance.
The impact of the iron cabinet did not disappear.
instead……
More and more loud.
After all, the gods have long gone.
How can they guide the lost soul?
"Muni Sister, we need to leave!"
John looked at the iron cabinet that had been severely distorted, as if he saw the body that had to be thrown out in the next moment, and could not help but pull up the old nun.
The prayers came to an abrupt end.
The old nun looked painful.
Nothing is more unacceptable than the scene in front of her.
Once the great Lord of the Morning, now even a few lost souls can not comfort...
Although not the first time.
Every time, the old nun feels desperate.
Stacking layer after layer.
Appear again and again.
Like an abyss.
boom!
The overwhelmed metal cabinet broke in another impact.
The three bodies climbed out from the inside, with a low squeak, as if the beasts rushed toward the old nuns and sheriffs.
Without hesitation, the sheriff once again blocked the old nun and lifted the gun in his hand.
Even if he knows that it is useless, he will not sit still.
However, the sheriff did not pull the trigger.
Because a figure was in front of him.
With a touch of light, but like a real radiance.
At the same time, the simple painting on the ground suddenly lit up.
That is ten times and a hundred times more than before.
After the corpses that came, they fell to the ground and there was no sign of any activity.
Everything in the morgue has subsided.
Only the glory of all the light is covered.
Gentle and tenacious, unyielding, like the morning sun.
"Son of God?!"
PS first more~
(End of this chapter)