Crimson Comes

Uncle Yuan is a kind-hearted person...

Leaving the raw meat factory, Wei Wei greeted the factory workers with a smile on his face.

I thought about what it looked like when they had their eyes gouged out, and when I turned around to say goodbye, my expression became more gentle.

He drove the car and walked on the streets of Scrap Iron City at night with a little interest, watching the light rain falling in the sky and the lights distorting.

The harvest tonight was great.

Except it's useless.

How much is Uncle Yuan still angry with himself, so he gave himself this clue on purpose?

Everyone knows that places where there are traces of high-level superhumans fighting each other often represent danger and fear.

Some powerful high-level superhumans, such as bishops, or agents.

A single thought can turn a wilderness gathering point, or even a city, into a devil's paradise.

And where they fought, even after three years have passed, there is no guarantee that some will still remains.

If you venture over to investigate, if you are lucky, you will find nothing, if you are unfortunate...

...anything is possible.

And this is exactly what I like about Uncle Yuan, right?

Taking the truth to lie is a virtue...

Although the place to go is the Church of the Faceless God, perhaps the last place I want to go, but for work.

Wei Wei had a lot of thoughts flashing through his mind.

After all, he suddenly made a decision, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the west of the city.

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"Boom bang bang..."

It was in the dead of night, and there was no one in the church, only a few candles were dimly lit in the hall.

Outside the church, the mountain of garbage not far away looks like an undulating monster in the dark night. The only lamp beside the mountain of garbage that has not been smashed, shines on the mouse groping in the garbage, turning everything The shadows of things shone distorted and elongated.

"Boom bang bang bang..."

The heavy knock on the door sounded again, and the nun in the side hall came over with a chandelier, leaned against the crack of the door and looked out.

In the middle of the night, in a remote location, she dared not open the door.

"Who is it?"

"..."

No one answered, but a gun came in through the crack of the door and pointed at her forehead.

The nun was almost scared to pee, and tremblingly opened the church door, and the man outside the door walked into the church slowly.

"You... what do you want to do?"

The old nun shivered and explained in fear: "We don't have money here, and there is a bank not far ahead..."

"There's no money in the bank at night."

The man said in a low voice, a smile slowly appeared on his face: "Also, I'm here to visit relatives."

"Visiting relatives?"

The old nun was taken aback, the expression on her face was visibly surprised and frightened.

Looking at her wrinkled face, Wei Wei couldn't help but think of the scene when she was in a bad mood before, pulling naughty children into the office and piercing their thighs with needles , the smile on his face softened a lot.

The gun stretched out to his forehead and rubbed it. He smiled and said, "Don't you remember me? Sister Xu."

"you……"

The old nun stared blankly at Wei Wei, trying to widen her cloudy eyes, but she obviously didn't recognize it.

Wei Wei is not in a hurry to introduce himself. The gap between the current self and three years ago is too great.

Few people can recognize it at a glance, except for a guy like Ye Feifei who has an amazing memory and is always unlucky.

He turned his head with a smile, and slowly looked around in the church. Before today, he never thought he would come back.

The years of living in this church were really boring, and there were a lot of things that people couldn't get angry with.

Rows of dilapidated benches, a few white candles lit in the corners, dusty multicolored glass, and facing the church hall, a black robe with his hands on his chest, but without any A faceless deity with five senses and discernment.

I thought that my memory of this place had faded long ago, but I didn't expect to come back here and the scenes would be so clear.

He remembered that he once stuck his head out of the church door and looked in, and the nuns usually wouldn't allow them to come in.

He was also put on clean and neat clothes, and next to the statue of the Faceless Man, he sang gospel poems to the sound of Father An's piano.

Everything is just older than it was three years ago, but nothing has changed.

The clues can't be found.

This is actually quite normal. Extraordinary people have strange abilities, but there are only a few who can keep them for three years.

Perhaps, you understand it too, but you just want to find an excuse to come back?

"Squeak..."

The side wooden door next to it made a low creaking sound.

Wei Wei turned his head to look, and saw a figure leaning behind the door, carefully looking inside.

"hello……"

He greeted him with a smile, and then said, "Don't wake up the sleeping child, you come in too."

The figure behind the door shivered, but obviously didn't mean to come in.

Wei Wei pointed his gun at it. Outside the wooden door, a young nun in a black and white robe stood there in fright. Under the hint of the crazy eyes of the old nun next to him, he quietly walked in, holding two Hands, standing honestly against the wall.

"That's right, I just came back to visit relatives."

Wei Wei smiled, then continued to point the gun in the direction of the window, and said with a smile, "You come in too."

By the window, a shivering face appeared, another familiar face, and the fat cook in the restaurant was still here.

He had a fierce look on his face, and he was still holding a cane in his hand. Facing the muzzle, he couldn't help shivering. His fat figure turned in through the window with some difficulty, and stood honestly at the little nun's. Next to him, the face stick was also hidden behind him.

"Don't be afraid, I really have no ill intentions."

Wei Wei sat down on the bench, checked the bullets in the gun, and held it up again with a click.

He swept away from them with a smile: "Are you the only ones?"

Except for the young nun who was born with eyes, the other two people can remind him of many good memories.

For example, the food that can never be eaten, the thigh pierced by needles, staring at the little girl with wretched eyes, the farm work that cannot be done at a young age.

There are also children who were adopted by so-called good believers and came back after a few months. From then on, their eyes were dull and they were afraid of taking a bath.

His smile became more gentle, and he slowly lit a cigarette.

"Where's Father An?"

"..."

Only when he asked this question, the expression on his face seemed a little restrained.

Maybe the only thing you don't want to see when you come back is him, right?

That old and funny old man always wears a little red hat that looks a little funny.

When he was in the orphanage, the only color that made people feel warm.

After all, he will patiently tell himself some knowledge, tell himself some things about the outside world, and talk to himself about how a person should learn to listen to his heart, decide what he wants to do, and how to control his anger...

Maybe you don't want to see him, just because your current self is different from before?

Or maybe he hated him a little in his heart, but he didn't show up when he and Xiao Qiqi needed him the most.

Later, Xiao Qiqi and the others all died...

Scenes of memories emerged in my heart, and the expression on Wei Wei's face slowly disappeared.

He even regretted it after he asked.

I don't know what to say after meeting with Father An, whether to keep smiling or wrinkle his face.

I don't even know if it's time to put away the gun now.

……

……

"What... what is Father An?"

But unexpectedly, the old nun hesitated slightly after hearing Wei Wei's words.

Wei Wei was stunned for a moment and said, "Father An who can play the piano in the church, is he no longer there?"

The few people on the opposite side were also stunned, looking at each other, as if their expressions were a little confused.

"In the church..."

The old nun was terrified, but she dared to answer: "There is no priest named An in the church..."

"Um?"

Wei Wei turned to look at the old nun.

Some don't understand why she told such a lie.

Father An was clearly the only male cleric in the Faceless Church.

I still clearly remember how he sometimes walked up to the front desk to preach to the few believers, and also remembered that he always held a book with a red cover, sat quietly on the yard steps, and watched with gentle eyes. The joking kids around.

Why did she say no?

Sensing Wei Wei's frown, the old nun was also a little frightened.

"Really not..."

She tried her best to explain: "We are a small place here~www.wuxiamtl.com~ we have never had a priest come here..."

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……

Wei Wei's pupils shrank suddenly.

He realized that the old nun didn't seem to be lying.

A vague foreboding came to his mind, he suddenly said nothing, turned around and walked towards the side door.

He strode through the side door and came to the courtyard of the orphanage. Before he could look at these vivid impressions in his memory, he pushed open the door of the orphanage and came to a room with bunks and bunks. , breathing a little heavy.

On the bed, a few children were awakened by a start, and leaned up to look at him who broke in.

Wei Wei took a deep breath and stuffed the gun back into the gun pocket.

He didn't speak, but glanced over quickly and saw an old photo posted on the wall.

Above, there is a group photo of a child in a welfare institution, one of the few that has ever been taken.

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But when his eyes swept across the photo with a swoosh, his expression turned slightly stunned.

Everything in the photo is the same as in my memory at that time, including the positions of the children.

He even saw the vest, sweet potato, matches, and Xiao Qiqi with two pigtails on his head in the photo.

His heart stinged fiercely. He pursed the corners of his mouth and swept across the photo.

When he saw himself who was always angry at that time, he stood beside the photo, with a simple and honest fat cook beside him.

However, there is no Father An in the photo.

I was standing next to Father An at that time, but he was not in the photo.

The fat cook was standing beside me, but I remembered very clearly at the time that the fat cook was in charge of taking pictures...