Urban Games: I can see malicious values

Chapter 165 Church of Pain: Entering the Confession Room

Yan Shu followed Sister Doreen beside her into the confessional.

Compared with the grand library, the confessional looks much poorer.

A small, muddy dirt road extends to a stone house.

At first glance, it looks like a completely closed small black room.

The only difference is that the outside of this small black house is engraved with deeds of gods.

"So this is the confessional?"

While stroking the glyph outside the confessional, Yan Shu asked Sister Doreen beside her.

In the library just now, although there was a strange feeling, I couldn't tell what was so strange.

But after arriving at the small black house, that strange feeling was magnified infinitely.

This road is too safe, so safe that no monster will appear in front of them.

This is obviously unreasonable.

He only met Sister Doreen at first so didn't think much of it.

But when I saw so many monsters hidden in the library.

He felt something was wrong.

That is, the monsters here are too well behaved.

There aren't any on the road or behind the door. They won't suddenly come out and scare you.

Every monster stayed quietly within its own area of ​​activity, just like a group of well-behaved babies.

So, are these monsters really monsters?
But if these monsters are not monsters, then what is Sister Doreen beside her?

Yan Shu opened his mouth, there were too many questions he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to start.

He was really reluctant to part with Sister Doreen, a useful tool person.

So Yan Shu finally decided to keep his mouth shut, and quietly followed Sister Doreen for a while longer.

Maybe he can wait a little longer, take a closer look, and wait until he can really verify his conclusion, and it won't be too late to make a decision at the end.

"This confessional is a little small and a little dark."

While speaking, Sister Doreen actively opened the door to enter.

The ground was a solid black solid, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

But Yan Shu guessed that it should be something rich in iron ions.

So, is this what a confessional should look like?

The two entered the confessional.

The door shut itself.

It was as if the omnipresent god had brushed against a window blown open by the wind.

It was pitch black all around, as if a small black hole swallowed up the light.

Yan Shu subconsciously touched the scalpel on his chest.

After confirming that he still had contact with himself, he breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter where you are, having a weapon by your side can still give people a sense of security.

Just when Yan Shu was about to ask how Sister Doreen was doing beside her.

A group of soft and elastic things have been pasted up.

"Master Ganjadi, although it is a bit reckless to do so, it is in a dark environment."

Halfway through the nun's words, Yan Shu silently took out a flashlight.

Let the ambiguous atmosphere that had just been born disappear.

"I think it's safer to have light."

Saying this, Yan Shu silently took two steps forward, and then began to observe the surrounding environment.

The pitch-black floor, the pitch-black walls, and the pitch-black surroundings, the only thing with a little light flowing is the huge cross illuminated by the flashlight.

Yan Shu took a few glances at the surrounding environment, and then a strange emotion arose.

To be honest, as a staunch materialist in my previous life, I saw some specious things on some short video websites.

It was his first time with something like a confessional.

Shouldn't the so-called confession be to reflect on one's misplaced behavior in a clean and tidy place?
While Yan Shu was thinking this way, he stepped forward and touched the cross over there.

A cross of unknown material was inserted into the ground, with a black substance on it that was exactly the same as the ground.

It's just that it may be because of frequent use, so a lot of those black substances have fallen off.

"Master Ganjadi seems to be visiting the confessional room for the first time? But that's right, as the director of the heresy trial, he won't let those monsters enter the confessional room at all."

Sister Doreen's tone carried something completely different from before.

But that kind of thing came and went quickly, and immediately returned to the original state.

Yan Shu didn't take this change to heart.

After all, Sister Doreen is technically a monster too.

As long as the other party doesn't turn against him and has fun with him, he can understand even if the other party has some emotions.

After all, the name of the Director of the Heresy Inquisition would not be good at first hearing.

Sister Doreen ignored Ganjadi when she saw her.

After hesitating for a while, he took two steps forward and actively leaned on the cross.

Then those black substances gradually separated from the original ground, wall, and the cross itself.

Start to gather towards Sister Doreen in the very middle.

Yan Shu looked at the changes around him and wanted to do something, but in the end he stayed where he was.

The most dangerous thing is to act rashly without knowing anything.

Yan Shu comforted himself in this way while observing the changes in Sister Doreen.

Once something goes wrong, his points should still be enough.

The black matter began to pool on Sister Doreen's ankles, knees, hipbones, wrists, elbows, and forehead.

Such restraint made Sister Doreen completely fixed on the cross.

The remaining black substance turned into thorns, which began to pierce Sister Doreen's skin, and then grew out from other places.

From Yan Shu's professional perspective, it is not difficult to see that the growth of these thorns is very characteristic.

Veins, all veins.

Whether it is a large vein, a medium vein or a small vein, all these black substances appeared.

The most obvious evidence is that dense black lines have appeared on Sister Doreen's feet.

The direction of those lines is exactly the same as that of superficial veins.

Yan Shu thought of the cross he saw when he first walked into the church.

At this time, Sister Doreen was in exactly the same state as the priest on the cross.

Damn it, Yan Shu found that he couldn't control his emotions now.

Superficial circumflex iliac vein, superficial epigastric vein, external pudendal vein, superficial medial femoral vein and superficial lateral femoral vein.

These things were only known from textbooks and general teachers before.

This time, it was truly placed in front of him.

On his left shoulder, a little Yan Shu with long black horns appeared. He glanced disdainfully at Sister Doreen who was wrapped around the cross, and then whispered into Yan Shu's ear: You are actually such a person.

On his right shoulder, a small white beam with a light circle appeared. He glanced sympathetically at Sister Doreen who was wrapped around the cross, and then whispered into Yan beam's ear: This is definitely not what you think want.

(End of this chapter)