The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 151 The Priest's Wig

Phew... alright!
He Nan looked at the chapel and took a breath.

Time to go in and find the priest.

Let's hope he's there—should be all there.

On Sundays, all priests are usually expected to be present.

He Nan walked into the chapel and began to look for the pastor.

Then, I happened to see a pastor explaining a puzzle to an old lady.

The grandmother said that she felt that her recent memory was getting worse and worse, and she was afraid that she would forget her cherished family and the Lord. She was very scared and didn't know what to do.

But the pastor advised her to take it easy, bless her, and said that if she talked to God more, everything would be fine.

Ok……

...At such an age, it must be very hard to forget your family.

He Nan felt very sympathetic.

Although he has no family, he just feels that it is painful to think about it.

Moreover, he thinks what the pastor said is very correct and level.

If you are afraid of forgetting God, talk to God more.

Of course I won't forget it.

It's like what to do if you can't memorize ancient Chinese.

... If you memorize it to death, it will be memorized sooner or later.

Deepen the impression over and over again, and the final result is that you can't forget it.

Let's say I pinch Shirley's hair... He Nan thought seriously in his heart: At first I didn't remember the feel of the hand, but later I pinched it a lot, and I couldn't even forget it.

Even holding her hair-colored shocker now I can automatically recall that smooth feeling.

Seeing the granny leaving the pastor with a gratified expression on her face, He Nan also became gratified.

He felt he could ask questions.The pastor was looking at him too.

Then, before he could walk over, another middle-aged uncle came to him crying and complaining.

This time, what he complained about was what to do if he was thankful.

He said he used to be very proud of his hair.

Very dense, can do a variety of head shape.

He's very fond of long hair - the disheveled kind.

I even like to play the guitar or something, and I have a kind of incarnation of myself as the hottest Beatles member at a certain year's music festival.

As soon as he thanked him, he felt hopeless in life.

Praying to God every day for hair to grow back just doesn't work.

He even became more thankful day by day.

I finally woke up this morning, looked in the mirror, and found that the top had bald beyond the center point, so there is hair on the back half of my head.

He wept bitterly and asked the pastor if this was God's punishment for him.

Is it implying that he can die after losing his hair.

He Nan stood three steps away from him to make sure that he was the next one who could ask questions.

At the same time, I still think of the story of "the leaves are gone, and I can die" - in that story, the patient watched the leaves fall from the tree outside the window, and thought in despair that his body was getting worse and worse. The weaker he is, the leaves are gone, and he should pass away.

As a result, someone painted a leaf on the tree to encourage him.

The patient looked at the last leaf and it didn't fall, and realized that it might be his own life, so he got over it with a better mentality.He eventually recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

...The above are He Nan's thoughts.

As for the pastor?
He was obviously a little embarrassed after listening to it, and seemed to want to laugh a little, but he just didn't laugh.

You can tell it's professionally trained.

And quite tolerable.

Knowing that it hurts believers to laugh at some of the ridiculous questions they ask that really bothers them deeply.

...the pastor is so tired.

Looking at the pastor, He Nan thought of the police comrades in the world before he traveled through.

Every day to help mediate the family's shortcoming.

Help with all sorts of shitty things that are not within their scope of responsibility.

It feels like listening to those dog blood cases and howling that breaks the limit of the eardrum every day can directly save five or six years of life.

The pastor is indeed very professional, and gave him a wave of well-founded enlightenment.

The first is to correct his erroneous ideas, saying that God is merciful and will not want you to die or let you lose your hair.

Speaking of this, the pastor paused for a moment, as if he felt that he had overturned - He Nan didn't know what he was thinking, anyway, he felt that whether or not he lost his hair did not depend on God, but on metaphysics and numerology.

Any maintenance may or may not be useful.

The pastor probably felt the same way.In order to prevent believers from being completely bald due to the impermanence of fate, he added another sentence, saying that even if you lose all your hair, it is God's test and tribulation for you.There must be a real meaning in this move, and there will be huge gains after overcoming the difficulties, so thank God.

In short, how can you enlighten others, do whatever you want... He Nan listened in his heart, and kept nodding his head.

...I seem to know why I have been unable to convert to Christianity.

Because how busy God is, he doesn't even care if I'm bald or not.

I'm a fart!Isn't there anything he needs to care about more than if I can't lose my hair?
If you tell me that this is God's test, why not just tell me that this is bad luck and a problem of metaphysics.

In short, the pastor enlightened him a lot, and said a lot of verses from the Bible that He Nan was familiar with or already a little unfamiliar.

After that, I also recommended this believer to relax his mind.At worst, I shaved when I was about to go bald, and the bald head is also very handsome.

you do not say!He Nan still couldn't help but nodded: a barcode printed on the back of his head would make him even more handsome.

After that, the priest also recommended a hair tonic to the middle-aged man.

Said that he has a friend who uses it and the effect is not bad, so you can try it too.

When He Nan heard this, he felt that this was a really useful suggestion, so his eyes lit up.

Because he felt that the friend mentioned by the pastor was himself.

...then the guy might still be wearing a wig.

It's not just a random guess that he thinks so.

After Ho Nan cut off his hair in his mind, he looked at that head, and it became a little familiar.

... He has definitely seen this pastor.

I met him when he was in elementary school.

He was bald then.

In fact, at that time, some leaders of the school thought that the pastor's bald head was not dignified, so he was required to wear a wig.

However, the pastor refused, saying that he believed that a person's interior is the most important thing, and appearance does not determine his character, so he refused to wear a wig and taught the children with his truest self.

... As a result, after class, He Nan saw him put on a wig and leave from a distance.

This incident caused a great shock to He Nan's young mind at that time.

After thinking about it, it didn’t matter. It’s just a teaching effect in class, and it doesn’t matter to wear a wig after class.

It can be said that he is hypocritical, and it can also be said that he made sacrifices to teach the children.

...or both.

Human nature is very complex and cannot be deconstructed in a dualistic way.You can see it in the priest's wig.

(End of this chapter)