There are two telephones at St. Anne's Abbey.
One is in Dean Alma's rest room, and the other is in Miss Golding's archives.
The night was already very deep, and the monastery on the mountain was silent. Hestad hid between the suspended corridor floor and the rocks. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands, trying not to make any sound.
She cried so hard that her eyes were a little raw now. She heard the demon slowly passing above her head and then gradually disappearing at the end of the corner.
It was about 15 minutes away from the living room where the children rested, and 10 minutes from Miss Gerding's archives. The terrible thing was that the two places were in opposite directions.
Between notifying others and calling the police, you can only choose one.
Hesta did not hesitate for too long - most of the children in the monastery will leave here to find jobs in society after they reach the age of 14, so there are not many people here who can calmly preside over the overall situation. If I run over to wake everyone up now, the outcome of the panic may be even worse.
Then there is only one option - call the police and notify the chelate hunter.
She and Bo Heng often visited Miss Gerding's archives in the past. Bo Heng was 14 years old and the oldest child in the convent. Whenever a new person entered the convent, Sister Gerding always asked him to organize and record the new person's materials. Later, Hesta was also selected to enter the archives, and she became familiar with Bo Heng.
In these years of life, Hestad knew that there were at least three roads leading to Miss Gerding's archives - the fastest one might not take 10 minutes, 7 minutes would be enough.
No.
No...wait.
Dean Alma also knows these things.
Is she waiting in Miss Golding's archives now?
A chill rose from Hesta's stomach, and tears welled up in her eyes silently. In this quiet night, Hesta slowly crawled out of the shadows, and the dark blue moonlight shone on her body. She hunched over. Back, trembling, returned to the ground.
Those horrific scenes flashed through her eyes uncontrollably, almost bringing her spirit to the brink of collapse. She could feel every inch of her body screaming - yet she was still walking back with every step, heading towards the Dean's Rest Room from which she had just escaped.
Fear came like a tsunami. Under the huge pressure, any threat could easily shatter her courage. She seemed to be running wildly on a wire rope, unable to look back, let alone stop, as if she could only run as long as she could. Fast enough so that fear can't catch up with her.
The door to the rest room was ajar. The time at this moment was so precious that there was no room for hesitation. Hestad bravely stepped in.
If the devil is waiting behind the door, then follow in the footsteps of Sister Gerding - if Miss Gerding is waiting in heaven, then death is nothing to be afraid of...
The door opened with a slight creak.
There was reassuring silence behind the door.
The candle on the bedside of the dean was still burning quietly, and on the ground were the bloody Miss Gerding and Frasan. Hesta suddenly felt a rush of blood rushing into her hands and feet. She glanced at Miss Gerding guiltily, then quickly ran to the standing cabinet next to her desk and took off the receiver of the old-fashioned telephone.
There was no need to dial any area code, just press 1 and 7 directly - but Herstad's hands kept shaking uncontrollably. She made repeated mistakes and pressed the phone repeatedly to redial.
When she succeeded, she suddenly heard a loud "bang".
"How dare you come back, Jane...you are so brave..."
The door to the rest room was pushed open hard, and the chelate holding a sharp blade stood there with a grin.
Hesta's body instantly stiffened.
"beep--"
There was a signal sound mixed with noise from the receiver.
Countless images passed through Hestad's mind - those were the beautiful and precious memories of her four years at St. Anne's Monastery.
"beep--"
She grew up under the care of Sister Gerding and Mother Superior Irma, who accompanied her and guided her like mothers.
Although their temperaments are very different, they have one thing in common:
When danger suddenly strikes, they will put the lives of their children much higher than their own.
"beep--"
Hesta slowly placed the receiver on the desk nearby.
At such a moment, she suddenly felt that her breathing became smoother.
...It was Sister Gerding just now, so now, it's her turn.
"&%¥#@...Hello, this is the AHgAs help center. How can I help you?"
The chelate's eyes suddenly sharpened, and it rushed towards the old-fashioned telephone at an unprecedented speed. Hesta actually kept up with the rhythm and rushed towards the chelate. During the impact, the black rubber ring wire Suddenly stretched, the receiver was swept off the table, swinging in the air like a small pendulum.
“Chelate found at St. Anne’s Monastery in Tanyi City, District 3——
"The patient is Dean Chevalier Alma——"
Before she finished speaking, she felt a strange pain. The dagger that had penetrated Sister Gerding's body also penetrated directly into her heart.
The chelate opened its mouth in a silent smile of victory. It pushed away Hesta's body and reached for the phone receiver hanging in the air. However - Hesta did not fall.
There was a dagger stuck in her chest, and her messy hair blocked her face, but her strength was stronger than before. Hesta tightly clamped the chelate's arms with both hands, making the opponent unable to move for a moment.
"Tanyi City in the Third District... St. Anne's Monastery... found... chelates...
"There are...more than twenty...children here...
"Please...quickly..."
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As if in a long dream, Hesta felt the pain.
First there was severe pain, then peace.
She felt a scorching heat wave, as if there were boiling flames burning around her. In the flames, she saw a young, smiling face.
The surrounding environment was sometimes noisy and sometimes quiet. Hesta occasionally heard a low conversation, but the sound seemed to come from the bottom of the water, vague and hazy.
She jumped from one dream to another, trying to find the person she first saw. However, in the infinite darkness, she seemed to be a wandering soul, unable to find or stop.
In her dream, she plunged into a sunny afternoon. This was not the Alley, but the Abbey of St. Anne.
She stood in front of Dean Alma's lounge door again.
Lowering her head, she saw that she was barefoot, wearing a white sarong, and holding a stack of newspapers in her hand.
For a moment, a familiar warmth surged into her heart. Hesta forgot everything, stood up on tiptoes and knocked gently on the door.
Dean Alma's voice came from behind the door, "Who is it?"
"Good afternoon, Dean," she said in a childish voice, "Miss Gerding asked me to deliver a newspaper."
There were several sounds of drawer opening and closing coming from behind the door, "Please come in."
Hesta opened the door.
There is always a faint scent of pine in Dean Alma's rest room, which is completely different from the rancid smell she always smelled in Short Ring Alley - this scent of pine comes from the entire wall to the north of the rest room. In order to prevent insects, Dean Alma hung a lot of fragrant wood on the edge of the bookcase.
Hesta handed the newspaper over with both hands, and Dean Alma also took it with both hands.
The girl glanced at the dean's desk. There was an excerpt and a pen with an open lid on it, but there were no open books. Hesta suddenly understood. She looked back at the empty door and walked around with a smile. Returned to the old dean.
"Are you reading a book again that Miss Golding cannot find?"
Dean Alma smiled, acquiescing.
Hesta walked to the old man and said, "Can I take a look too?"
"There is no way, since you bumped into me..."
The old man sighed softly and opened the nearest cabinet. She took out the book that had been hidden in the drawer and gently placed it on the table. Then she picked up Hesta and let the girl sit in her arms. .
"Do you recognize the words on it?" Alma asked.
"From the wilderness..." Hestad spelled out with difficulty, "Notes from an...anthropologist...?"
