I want to kill a god before I die

I Want to Kill a God Before I Die Author: Lost Believers

brief introduction:

The world is kind of weird.

You won't know whether the teammates who play the black game with you are the spider queen known as the keyboard killer, or a grumpy century-old zombie.

You also won't know whether the netizen who sent you a selfie is a happy salted fish or a terrible nightmare maker.

The prototype in the anime may be picking up garbage to eat in the wilderness, and the friend you travel with may be the angel next door on a business trip.

After opening the door to the new world, Cheng Hai suddenly felt that it was a pity to die like this.

Chapter 1 Father, your seal is black

"Serial murderers commit crimes again, when will justice be served?"

After reading the news on his mobile phone, the priest who was enjoying the sunshine by the window sill put down his legs.

Adding this together, a total of [-] murders occurred in Hagihai City this month. The murderer would leave a strange talisman after each crime, which was very evil.

What's even more weird is that each of the deceased was smiling when they passed away, and they looked extremely ferocious under the lens of the unscrupulous reporters who rushed to the scene before the police to grab the headlines.

For a while, people in Hagihai panicked, and the hair salon on the corner of the street closed earlier, which made the priest sigh.

"It's so crazy. Could it be that the followers of Satan did it? Heresy, it really is heresy." The priest took a bite of the honeydew melon, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

He is a "regular army", and theoretically he is in opposition to those crooked ways.What if the murderer suddenly remembered this on a whim one day?

The bright sunlight slanted down from the window, but the priest felt a little cold.

"It's already three o'clock in the afternoon, why don't I close the door early today and go back to my mother's house?"

Just as I was thinking, a young man walked in the door.He was wearing a black windbreaker, tall and thin, with a pale and sickly face on half of his face covered by the hood.

The man in the windbreaker stopped in the center of the church and looked around for a while, then glanced at his father, and then at the confession room beside him.

"Hold on."

The priest wiped his hands knowingly, and trotted into the confessional.

The man in the windbreaker walked into the other end with a gloomy expression, and said in a deep voice, "Father, I'm guilty."

"Tell me, child, what crime have you committed? The Lord will forgive you." The priest said kindly.

"I killed my parents and my best friend. I shouldn't have come into this world." The man in the windbreaker said in a heavy tone.

""

The priest's expression suddenly became serious, and he sat up straight.

The murderer asks the priest to confess. This kind of plot is very common in film and television dramas.

But in this city, the priest's daily work is nothing more than chatting about life with troubled aunts, and this is the first time for him to do such a thing.

It's okay if it's normal, but the serial murder case in Hagihai City is raging, he can't be lucky to be so "good", right?

"Tell me, child. Tell me your sins, and the Lord will forgive your sins." Through an opaque curtain, the priest's tone was quite calm.

After all, the word used by the man in the windbreaker is killing, not killing or killing.He was willing to come to the door to confess, indicating that there is still room for the matter to turn around.

The man in the windbreaker didn't answer his question directly, but after a moment of thinking, he asked, "Father, have you seen a demon?"

"demon?"

The priest frowned, this topic is not safe at the beginning

He quickly replied seriously: "Child, do you know why there is light in this world?"

"why?"

"Because the sun is undergoing high-heat nuclear fusion all the time, the energy source continuously provides us with light and heat."

""

The priest asked again: "Then do you know why there are no demons in this world?"

"Tell me." The man in the windbreaker was noncommittal.

"Because it's unscientific." The priest spread his hands.

"Pfft, hahaha, you're such an interesting priest." The man in the windbreaker laughed.

"It's just a meal, otherwise the Lord has no other way to fill my stomach."

The priest didn't think there was any shame, and continued: "Before I became a priest, I was also a top student in the Department of Psychology with a big dream. But when I was unlucky, I didn't even have a unit that wanted me after graduation. Then At that time, I prayed to God many times, but I never won a lottery ticket with more than 50 yuan. So this thing is useless.”

"Then what are you doing?"

"How did you become a priest, right?" The priest was lost in memory, and his tone was a bit vicissitudes: "You may not believe it, but I am actually a civil servant."

Windbreaker man: ""

"In order to promote friendly exchanges at home and abroad and show the generosity and tolerance of a big country, Hagikai City decided to build a church here. My professional counterpart, so I was assigned here.

I was still reluctant at first, but after thinking about it, I was contributing to the construction of the country, so I reluctantly stayed and gave up my childhood dream. "The priest's face was filled with sobs, and the breath of "true fragrance" was revealed in every line.

Nonsense, how many people begged grandpa to sue grandma, but they couldn't get such a leisurely and stable job.

"So, am I in the wrong place?"

"This is not."

The priest spread his hands to make himself more friendly, and said, "I have also studied theology when I was free. If there is anything I don't understand, I can help you. I hope you don't get stuck in this. There is nothing wrong with life." Hom is impossible to get through."

"Then let me just talk about it."

The man in the windbreaker sat upright and began his story: "When I was eight years old, the school bus uncontrolled and overturned into the river, everyone died except me. When I was at the bottom of the water, I saw That thing."

"Let's call him a devil. He is as ugly as in the legend. His skin is purple, and his face is cracked into several pieces as if someone had plowed it with a rake. His fangs are crooked and straight. nostrils"

As the priest listened, a picture gradually formed in his mind. He wanted to laugh, but he held back.

At times like this, it's better to be serious.

"The devil told me that I was a disaster, that there would be disasters if I existed in this world." The man in the windbreaker suddenly became a little irritable, lit a cigarette, and then continued: "I can't refute, because that kind of It’s actually not the first time this has happened.”

"When I was one year old, I went out to sea with my parents, and the ship was shipwrecked. I floated alone in the sea for a day and a night before returning to the shore, while the others all perished; when I was five years old, the boat in the courtyard The instructor took us to the amusement park, but the Ferris wheel broke down and the whole fell down, and I was the only one left in the end.”

"Excuse me, can I stay away from you?"

"No."

The priest sat obediently, his eyes were sore from the second-hand smoke, and he did not dare to move.

Now he suddenly felt that what the devil said seemed to have some truth.

This guy is a lone star!

"Father."

"what?"

"I'm dying, and I feel like that thing is coming to me. Assuming God is real, tell me, what should I do now?"

"Why did you have to die?" the priest asked tentatively.

"I was diagnosed with cancer a month ago, and I can probably live for another year." The man in the windbreaker let out a puff of smoke and rested his head on the back of the seat.

"A month ago?"

For some reason, the priest suddenly remembered the news.

It was almost a month ago that the murderer committed the crime for the first time.

Is it

The priest's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately replied, "Of course it's active treatment, and we can live a better life together!"

"If it can't be cured, it's just delayed for a while. So, I know I'm going to die, why do I have to wait in pain in the ward for death to come to me?" The man in the windbreaker smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes became firm, as if Some kind of decision was made in that split second.

"My child, there is always hope. Don't let it get you!" The priest seemed to feel the killing intent.

This guy, can't he really be that brainwashed heretic?

He can't really be that unlucky!

"Father."

The man in the windbreaker seemed unwilling to continue this topic, so he put on a straight face.

"what happened?"

"The private matter is over, let's talk about the business."

"Business?" The priest's heart skipped a beat.

The man in the windbreaker handed over a mobile phone and asked directly, "Do you recognize this thing?"

What is displayed on the mobile phone is a talisman, which extends from a circle and is connected with turning lines of different lengths one after another.It’s fine if the final pattern is asymmetrical, and the closed corners protrude a bit, which makes the obsessive-compulsive disorder almost suffocate on the spot.

Isn't this thing exactly the talisman left by the murderer at the scene?

"Never seen it! Absolutely never seen it!"

The priest made a decisive decision and spoke firmly, but silently swore in his heart, "Lord ancestor, it was he who forced me to lie, so I don't think I violated the doctrine."

"If you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it. Why are you yelling so loudly?" The man in the windbreaker looked at him wonderingly, his ears buzzing.

"Sorry" the priest lowered his voice.

"Actually, you lied, right?" The man in the windbreaker leaned against the back of the chair, as if he had seen through everything.

The priest quickly denied Sanlian: "I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"

"Let me tell the truth. Your Yintang is black, your soul is scattered, and there will be a bloody disaster tonight. Why don't you discuss a plan with me to prevent foreign enemies. How about it?" The man in the windbreaker spread his hands to make himself appear more friendly some.

Regrettably, in the eyes of the priest, he turned even more ferocious.

The lights are on, and the night is getting darker.

Breaking away from the noisy crowd, a man in a hooded gown stopped in front of the church steps.

Because it is a project distributed by the above, the decoration of the church in Hagikai City is still decent.

The garden with neat vegetation, the ceremonial steps, and the thick and sacred gate make this place the most powerful psychological counseling center for middle-aged and elderly women in Hagihai City.

On weekdays, there will be no believers coming to the door when it is meal time, and the priest will close the door and leave work on time at 05:30 every day.But tonight the door of the church was ajar, and there was a dim light inside.

The priest of the church shouldn't have to work overtime, right?

Something bad flashed in the hooded man's heart, and he walked up the stairs quickly.After seeing the talisman painted in front of the door, the anxiety turned into reality!

Strange circles, irregular broken lines, isn't this the symbol of the serial killer!

"I'm one step late!"

The man in the hood squinted his eyes, and immediately slowed down his steps, quietly pushed the door open a crack, and searched secretly.

There is a circle of red candles in the quiet church.The priest lay motionless on the ground, the blood under his body was stained red with the spell, exuding a strange fluorescence.

The hooded man closed his eyes, and two streams of black air permeated from under his cuffs, cruising through every dark corner of the church.

nobody else.

After getting feedback from the shadow, the hooded man came out from behind the door and came to the priest.

Although the priest left a lot of blood, there was still a faint breath left. It seemed that the murderer's technique was not professional.And the round talisman on the ground is just an ordinary ghost painting talisman, which has no practical meaning.

"Imitator?"

Imitation homicide, as the name suggests, is a criminal act in which the killer pays homage to another killer by using the same technique when committing the crime out of admiration for him.

This kind of phenomenon often occurs in some serial murder cases with distinctive characteristics, and the unique ritualistic modus operandi of the Hagi Hai murderer is more likely to attract those fanatics with abnormal brains.

"It's really idle and nothing to do!"

The man in the hood leaned down irritably, trying to find useful clues from the wound.

At this moment, the priest turned over extremely quickly, and something appeared in his hand, which hit the hooded man in the face!

"Ok!"