Chapter 15 Confession Room No. 13

The waiting gallery of the confessional hall. The newsman named R Supplement 32 stood up.

"Sir." He bowed at a suitable angle to greet Ke Qil who staggered out. From the reporter's perspective, that is just a common reaction after distracting thoughts have been cleared away. He showed a smile codenamed "Care", with a level between four and five: "How do you feel?"

"It's not good. My back hurts," said Keqier. The sound is almost inaudible. He stretched out his hands and hesitantly touched the handle of the seat. In the end, he did not sit down and struggled to support himself on the side of the back of the chair.

"Okay, sir." R added 32 and kept smiling. The sound is pleasant to the ear. "It seems we need to wait for a while until your body recovers before returning. Okay?"

Ke Qier groaned with difficulty. Unable to hear specific language. However, according to the "Crystal Plains Reporting Code Final and Only Edition", this type of answer can be regarded as "agree" under the current circumstances. This makes R supplement 32 feel reassured.

The reporter noted this, returned to his seat, and put his hands on his knees. waiting. He knew exactly what to do next. If Cozier's physical discomfort does not stop before the confession hall closes, he should initiate two things at once: a request for emergency treatment and an apology for taking up too much of the hall's resources.

But there's no rush yet.

The cool breeze blew on the back of his hands. strangeness. This is something the regulations should not allow. R Supplement 32 frowned and looked in the direction of the wind - the door of the confessional was opened a small crack. There was a faint white light coming from the crack in the door, and the liquid of the same color on the floor snaked outward like a small white snake, slowly crawling out.

R 32 suddenly stood up - to be precise, he stood up at the maximum speed allowed by regulations.

"Sir," the source said. The voice lost its beauty. "I asked to see what was in there—" He flipped through the notebook. "——The situation in confessional room 13. Asking for permission from the commander."

Kezier grunted. Also hard to hear. According to the "Crystal Plains Reporting Code Final and Only Edition", this answer can also be regarded as "agree". But this time the messager felt completely different.

He immediately stepped forward at maximum speed. Open the door to the confessional. Fortunately, there are many other residents of the Crystal Plains here. Many other fellow newsmen. The other informants also showed the same expression, and each quickly asked for permission from their superiors and gathered at the door of the confession room.

They go inward. The air was very quiet. White light flashes. The white river flows quietly.

There has never been a white stream here.

The messengers walked through the room with the closed door and in the direction of the hidden door. Stop in front of the wide open confessional door. Feelings outside the prescribed rules appear in their hearts. Then they both covered their faces - to avoid any expression other than those prescribed. R supplements 32 and is the first to turn around and run back, rushing towards Ke Qier——

The officer's physical discomfort did not seem to get better, but worsened, and his back became rickety. His face was facing the ground, his expression invisible.

R 32 stopped one meter away from Ke Qier. Get out the notebook. Take it back again.

"Sir...you..."

R Supplement 32 felt his voice trembling. He took out the notebook again. But I couldn't turn the right page for a long time. Ke Qier didn't know when he started coughing, and every sound made him feel frightened. The newsman looked out of the corner of his eye at a series of signs reading "Keep Quiet" and "Keep Living" for courage. This barely allowed him to speak again:

"What did you do?" He said with difficulty, his fingernails clasped in the notebook. "...I need a very detailed explanation. There may be many other documents required. It depends on the injuries of the officers in the confessional..."

There were no injuries at all. R supplement 32 thoughts. He didn't even know why he was lying. Why break the code. "Sir. This is an emergency." He let his mouth move. "You must...explain. Otherwise, you may be regarded as a serious criminal who destroyed the peace of the crystal. Accept the worst..."

"The most serious thing..." He couldn't continue. Because Ke Qier held his shoulders. Only then did he notice...why hadn't he noticed it before? Ke Qier's hands were all covered with white "river water".

"Uh... how serious is it?" R Supplement 32 heard Ke Qier say in a weak voice. There was a squeaking sound coming from him. Every sound frightened him. The newsman wanted to pry off Ke Qier's hand on his shoulder. The regulations and codes explain this situation as…

"They are all dead!!! The chief killed all the confessors!! Please help!! Please help!!" Other informants ran from behind him, shouts piercing the air - not just It's air. All the inhabitants of the corridor jumped to their feet. Running desperately in one direction.

R Supplement 32 The hand holding Ke Qier's hand froze. Keqier grabbed his hand instead. He raised his face, his golden eyes filled with tears. "It hurts..." the newsman heard him hiss. "My back hurts so much...Who died...?"

The newsman was stunned.

"Requesting the highest possible suppression, sirs," he said. That was how loud he shouted with all his strength. "The highest request..."

"I am...what?" he heard Ke Qier say.

Hiss——

wing. Huge wings. Ke Qier let out a terrifying scream, all of which poured into R 32's ears. His head was almost blown off. Wings suddenly filled the surroundings. Surround them.

"This is...what is this..."

Whatever it was, it was clearly not allowed by the rules. This was the last thought of the R supplement 32 reporter.

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The picture in the energy pattern stops.

Icha crossed his arms. Yimeizi sat in front of a mountain of calculation papers. There is a shining compass in the center of the arithmetic table. "What is the result of this kind of truth? Based on free will and the radical actions of R-32 informants." The skeleton mage shook the compass. "Angel Keqil was stimulated by excessive abnormality. Thus breaking the entire 'crystal' restriction.

From this outcome, he can regain his previous strength and sanity. We can establish a sober connection with Him. This angel can help us in our work from the other side. "

"Quite beneficial." Yi Cha's tone was quite flat. "There are few downsides to this outcome. Except that the psychic damage caused to the angel involved may be irreparable."

"Understood. You object."

"How great? Everyone is dead! Why are you against Hum?" the little fly said in confusion.

"I object to this result." Yi Cha did not explain. Wave your hand and let the compass fly into your hand. He moved the compass needle. The picture in the energy pattern disappeared. "But this thing still makes me very happy - tons of garbage have not been turned over in vain. Let's change to the next tip."