Along with the familiar trance, Russell's vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was sitting in a secret room. The space was so small that he could easily touch the wooden walls on all sides even while sitting still.
Not too bright light came from the crack in the door behind him. Russell blinked. The scene looked familiar. If he guessed correctly, this was the confession room.
"Too perfunctory, it's the priest again!"
Russell frowned slightly. He was tired of being a priest. Did he dare to change his identity to someone else, such as the Pope?
If it's a pity, he hopes to be the European Pope in the Middle Ages...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The wooden board in front of him was knocked, and Russell sat upright with his chest raised and his head raised, and he immediately assumed the role. A priest should be a priest, it is better than a homeless person.
"Young man, you haven't said a word since you came in. How can I enlighten you?"
An impatient voice came from behind the wooden board, and Russell was speechless for a while: "Are you a priest?"
"Otherwise, are you?"
"Uh, that makes sense!"
The priest behind the wooden board seemed a little impatient and urged: "Young man, don't remain silent. If you have any troubles or sins, you don't need to hide them. I will convey the voice of the Lord to you and help you solve your troubles."
"Sorry, actually I didn't..."
"Don't worry, I am a priest and I will not reveal the secret of the confessor, so you can speak out boldly!"
Russell nodded secretly, what he said made sense. If he were the priest, he would also keep the confessor's secret.
"Father, it's like this. I have a friend who took his wife on a camping trip. When he woke up by the lake, his wife disappeared... Because of this, he was so frightened that he couldn't sleep well."
Priest: "..."
There was silence behind the board for a long time. Suddenly, the priest pulled the board away and handed Russell a cup of coffee in his hand with a confused look on his face.
The bald priest had a gray beard and looked to be at least fifty years old. He said with a serious face, "Your situation is a bit complicated. Let's have a cup of coffee first and let's talk slowly."
"Father, it's not me, it's my friend."
"Well, your friend."
This priest is interesting!
Russell picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. It was a bit bitter. He frowned and drank the cup of coffee in one gulp: "Father, continue talking, how should I enlighten my friend."
The priest took the coffee cup with a smile and looked at the empty bottom. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes: "You can give a Bible to your friend. There are many stories with profound meanings in it. Read it several times. Purifying his mind should be able to help him, for example..."
The priest started chatting and talked for a quarter of an hour. Seeing that Russell was energetic, he pursed his dry lips and continued talking for nearly twenty minutes.
After talking for more than half an hour, the priest's mouth was dry and his face looked like he had seen a ghost.
Russell looked at him with a funny face: "Father, if reasoning works, there is no need for the police. Do you have any other ideas?"
The priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed: "How about asking your friend to consult a lawyer, maybe we can find a solution!"
"With an agent, as long as the money is in place, the lawyer can solve all problems." Russell nodded in agreement, stood up and thanked: "Father, thank you for helping me answer my doubts. I will contact... my friend and ask him to find a lawyer."
"etc!"
The priest chased Russell out of the confessional, took Russell's arm, and sat on a bench in the church hall with him: "Young man, I suddenly thought of a few good ideas. After all, lawyers are not omnipotent. Sit down and listen to me." explain."
Next, the enthusiastic priest helped Russell's friends think of more than a dozen solutions, from the police station, the court, to friends in society, and finally to financial groups and congressmen. He analyzed the interests layer by layer and presented a lot of solutions to Russell. Fully aware of the darkness of this society.
Russell listened with great interest, but the priest was sweating profusely and couldn't help but asked: "Young man, after I said so much, you...don't you find it boring and drowsy after listening to it?"
"Not at all. I have severe insomnia. I don't feel sleepy even if I don't sleep for ten and a half days!"
The priest pulled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat off his face: "Wait a moment, and I'll make you a cup of coffee."
"Father, you are too polite, I'm so sorry..."
"It's okay. There are not many young people as patient as you. I like chatting with you." The priest hurried away and trotted back with a pot of coffee a moment later. Seeing that Russell hadn't left, a thankful smile appeared on his face.
Russell picked up the filled coffee cup, blew on the hot air and drank it in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said, "Father, what brand is your coffee? It tastes really bitter."
"No brand, freshly ground coffee beans..."
"What brand are the coffee beans?"
“Roast your own beans!”
The priest kept a close eye on Russell as he spoke. He saw that he was getting more and more energetic. He opened his mouth several times but stopped talking. He couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Young man, don't you want to sleep for a while?"
"When you say that, I'm really a little bit..." Russell lost his voice as he spoke, leaning back on the chair and falling asleep unconsciously.
"Young man, are you okay?"
The priest patted Russell on the shoulder and confirmed that he had really slept like a dead pig, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat off his bald head, lifted Russell on his shoulders, and walked into the side door of the hall.
After walking through the long corridor, the priest carried Russell to the clergy rest area, opened a wooden door, and threw Russell to the ground.
This is a living room similar to a study. There is a chair placed directly in front of the fireplace, and an old lady with gray hair and round sunglasses sits on it.
The old man's hands and feet were trapped by wires, but this was not a heavy-handed church imprisonment, because the old man's parents really couldn't praise him.
The gray-white face was like a stiff corpse, with white and swollen eyes, and blood oozing from the facial features. When he saw the priest approaching, he immediately opened his mouth and let out a hoarse howl, and his sinister teeth kept biting.
Zombies!
This old lady has been infected and turned into a zombie!
The priest looked at his sister who was neither human nor ghost, took out the Bible, opened it, and read: "Our Lord has decreed that I will bring evil spirits to the world. If they do not understand my holy words..."
Bang!
A gunshot interrupted the priest. He stared blankly at his sister who was killed by a headshot, his expression collapsed and he made meaningless noises.
"You bastard, I want you to pay with your life, how can you kill her?"
The priest looked ferocious and his brows were full of anger. He turned around and rushed towards Russell.
Bang!
Russell put away the sand eagle and whispered to the priest's headless corpse: "For feeding the dead with the living, I cannot agree with your teachings, and... you are guilty!"
After cooking the meal for the priest, Russell thought thoughtfully, turned on the TV in the living room, skipped several channels with no signal, and started watching the local news column.
"The reporter from Raccoon City reports to you that sudden killings continue to sweep across the city, and the atrocities are raging like a plague, seemingly endless and unstoppable..."
"The Umbrella Company has sent armed escorts and armored vehicles. The city is currently blocked and citizens are evacuating in an orderly manner..."
(一`??一)
"Infinite Novice Village? It shouldn't be. I remember this is the main god's space. Is it appropriate for someone as big as Supergirl to bully newcomers?"
Russell was full of doubts, wondering what the Lord God was up to: "Speaking of which, why is it the church instead of starting from the carriage as usual?"
What about the coldness and shaking mentioned?
"The second part of [Resident Evil] has already started. Could it be that I was delayed for a while...too late?"
