Horror Studio

"Verdra Manuscript" lies quietly in Marshall's palm.

"Destroy it?" Marshall put the manuscript in his suitcase, "Since Hall told me not to read it, I don't have to take the risk. The most important thing now is to find Hall's captain friend." Thinking of this, Marshall Pour a glass of water, and then came to Hall.

He patted Hall on the shoulder.

"Wake up Hall." Marshall yelled softly.

Hall slowly opened his eyes, his brown eyes filled with confusion, his right elbow propped on the edge of the bed, he wanted to sit up, but Marshall stopped it.

"You fainted, take a good rest first." Marshall passed the water glass in his hand.

The chanting of the chant passed through the thin wall and passed into the ears of the two of them, separated by only a wall, the gap between heaven and hell.

"Marshall, my brain is like being stirred by a stick." Hall took the water glass and drank the water in it.

He put the water glass aside, ignoring Marshall's obstruction, trying to get up from the bed.

"I remember, Marshall, are you willing to help me with this thing? This thing... is likely to put you in danger." The melancholy on Hall's face is even more serious than that of the silent bard. .

"Hall, I have thought about it. I will help destroy the "Verdra Manuscript" and swear in the name of the Lord." Father Marshall's expression was unusually calm.

"Oh, Marshall, I'm so lucky to have you as a friend." Hall wanted to give Marshall a warm hug.

"What is your captain friend's name? Where should I find him? Your condition is getting worse and worse. Only by destroying the "Verdela Manuscript" as soon as possible can you regain your spirit and return to the Lord's embrace." Marshall Looked into Hall's eyes.

"David, David Jones. He should be resting in his home now. Old Bell no longer does this job, but he has a prodigal son. In order to prevent himself from sleeping with the tramp, he has to do it again. Hold the rudder tightly. I write a letter, you take this letter to him, he will definitely help you."

Hall leaned on the wall and walked to the mahogany desk.

Holding Hall's letter, Marshall knocked on Bell's door.

"Who are you?" A young man in his twenties opened the door.

"I'm looking for David Jones, I'm Father Hall's friend." Marshall gave a smile.

...

David Jones' beard is already white. His years of life at sea have made him very healthy, but he also left many marks on his face, with deep wrinkles lying on his forehead like a trench.

He put down Hall's letter and shook his pipe slightly.

"Unexpectedly, after a few months of absence, Father Hall would encounter such trouble." David took a puff of his pipe and let out a puff of smoke.

Marshall touched the box lightly. "No one knows what he will step on next."

"Since it is Father Hall's request, I will of course agree, but, Father Marshall, I have a small request. I don't know if you want to listen to it?" David looked out the door. At this time, his son I am immersed in horse betting.

"Please speak." Marshall replied.

"The journey to In'an is very long. During such a long time, the sailors on the ship may encounter some religious problems. They may lose the motivation to live and walk like wooden people every day. Maybe you can help. They make them even more yearning for a bright future."

"Extremely happy." Marshall agreed.

...

Returning to the Morningstar Church, Marshall found that the church was different from usual, very noisy.

"Excuse me, what happened?" Marshall asked a passerby at random.

"I heard that Father Hall killed someone." The expressions of passers-by were very surprised, as if he himself didn't believe it.

Marshall did not answer, and went straight into the church.

The Morning Star Church is not much different from yesterday, but Marshall has lost the strangeness of yesterday.

The clergymen who met along the way all bowed their heads, looked anxious, were very busy, and seemed to have very important things to do.

When I came to Hall's lounge, there were two more people in the room. They were wearing police uniforms, comforting the frightened Hall.

"Hall, how are you?" Marshall asked.

"This is?" A policeman stood in front of Marshall.

"He is my friend, Father Marshall, who came to Molov Harbor to help me." Hall said.

The police took two steps back.

"Marshall, I... I hurt Bean." Hall's tight nerves would crumble at any time.

"It's okay, speak slowly." Marshall comforted.

"Biane has been taken to the hospital and his life is not in danger, but...what happened today may have a great impact on his spirit." The police explained.

"I see, thank you for helping Father Hall." Marshall nodded.

"It should be done, Father Hall also helped us." The police smiled back.

"I have handed the letter to David~www.ltnovel.com~ and he promised to help us." Marshall said to Hall.

Hall smiled, "Marshall, you haven't read the "Verdra Manuscript", have you?"

"No, Hall, I put it in my suitcase."

"Don't let other people look either." Hall grabbed Marshall's hand, his eyes full of prayer.

"I won't show it to others." Marshall smiled confidently.

...

"The Blue Pearl set sail."

Marshall received a notice from David, "Hall, you have to take care of yourself."

Compared with Marshall's first arrival in Port Molov, Hall's expression is more haggard, "I will, Marshall, I will wait for you to come back, I believe you will succeed."

The setting sun gradually sank to the horizon, and the bells of the clock tower echoed in Molov Harbor.

The moonlight was blocked by dark clouds.

Darkness gradually enveloped the entire Port of Molov, and in a lightless alley, two men in black robes met.

"Have you found the "Verdra Manuscript"?" The hoarse and low voice echoed in the alley.

The mouse sprinted through the street, hiding in the dark corner.

"Found it, in Father Marshall's hands." The other person replied, his voice sharper.

"Who is Father Marshall?"

"Father Hall’s friend, who only came to Molov Port in recent days, seems to be to help Father Hall."

"Get the "Verdela Manuscript" as soon as possible, there is not much time left for us." The hoarse voice said and turned and left the alley.

"Yes." The other person also left.

The mouse crawled over again, searching for food in the trash can.

Marshall was sitting in his room with the "Verdra Manuscript" in front of him. Although it was only a black pamphlet, Marshall did not dare to open it.

What kind of demon is hiding in it?