Crimson Comes

The figure behind the door was trembling, but he obviously didn't intend to come in.

Wei Wei pointed his gun at it. Outside the wooden door, a little nun in a black and white robe froze in place in shock. Under the cue of the crazy eyes of the old nun next to her, she walked in quietly, holding two hands intertwined. hand, stood obediently by 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."

Beside the window, a trembling face appeared, and it was another familiar face. The fat cook in the restaurant was still here.

He had a ferocious face, and he was holding a rolling pin in his hand. He faced the muzzle of the gun, and couldn't help trembling. His obese figure struggled to come in from the window, and stood obediently beside the little nun. Next to him, the rolling pin was also hidden behind him.

"Don't be afraid, I really mean nothing."

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

Smiling and sweeping over them: "Are you the only ones?"

Except for the unfamiliar young nun, the other two people can remind him of many good memories.

For example, never being full of food, thighs being pricked by needles, staring at little girls with wretched eyes, farm work that can't 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. Since then, their eyes have been dull and they are afraid of taking a bath.

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

"Where's Father Ann?"

"..."

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

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

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

He was the only color that made people feel warm when he was in the orphanage.

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 own heart, decide what to do, and how to control his anger...

Maybe the reason why I don't want to see him is because I am different from before?

Or maybe, it was because she hated him a little in her heart, that he didn't show up when she and Xiao Qiqi needed him the most.

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

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

He even regretted it after asking.

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

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

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"What... what Father Ann?"

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 gone?"

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 still had the courage to answer: "There is no priest named Ann in the church..."

"Ok?"

Wei Wei turned his head to look at the old nun.

Some don't understand why she would tell such a lie.

Father An was obviously the only male priest in the Church of the Faceless Man before.

I still clearly remember how he would sometimes walk up to the front desk to preach to the few believers, and I also remember that he always held a book with a red cover, sitting quietly on the steps of the yard, watching with gentle eyes. Children laughing around.

Why would she say no?

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

"Really not..."

She tried her best to explain: "Our place is small, so no priest has ever come over..."

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Wei Wei's pupils suddenly shrank.

He realized that the appearance of the old nun did not seem to be lying.

A vague premonition welled up in his heart, he suddenly turned around and walked towards the side door without saying a word.

He strode through the side door and came to the courtyard of the orphanage. Before he had time to look at these unusually vivid impressions in his memory, he pushed open the door of the orphanage and came to a room with bunk beds. Here, the breathing is a little heavy.

On the bed, the few children were awakened with a start, and they stood up and looked at him who broke in.

Wei Wei took a deep breath and put the gun back into the pouch.

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

Above is a group photo of the children in the orphanage, one of the few that have ever been taken.

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But when his eyes swept across the photo with a swish, his expression couldn't help being slightly astonished.

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

He even saw vests, sweet potatoes, matches, and Xiao Qiqi with two braids on his head in the photos.

Feeling a sharp pain in his heart, he pursed his lips and glanced at the photo.

He saw himself who was always angry at that time, standing next to the photo, surrounded by a simple and honest fat cook.

However, there is no Father Ann in the photo.

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

Standing next to me was the fat cook, but I remembered very clearly at the time that the fat cook was in charge of taking pictures...

Chapter 61 The Rose of Flesh

The brain suddenly became slightly dizzy, and Wei Wei felt a sense of dislocation.

Some things that I have always kept firmly in my memory are now full of cracks like broken glass.

The memory is false, Father An does not exist?

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Wei Wei closed his eyes slowly, and could feel his heart beating.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes again, and his eyes seemed much calmer.

Many strange demonic powers always start to erode from the heart of a person, causing people to doubt themselves, waver, and finally suffer a crushing defeat. Although the things he encountered now made him feel a little strange, he still adjusted quickly state.

The more unstable the heart is, the more likely it is that the devil will take advantage of it.

Wei Wei never doubted himself.

What if one day you suddenly find that everything in this world is proving that you have a problem with yourself?

Of course, it only shows that something is wrong with the world.

He suddenly turned around and walked straight to a row of rooms on the second floor of the yard.

Go to a room on the far left side of the corridor, with a dark purple door, and a small dusty stove beside the door.

In my memory, this was Father An's bedroom.

Wei Wei also roasted sweet potatoes and peanuts in this small stove.

After pressing the handle, the door of the room was firmly closed, Yu Weiwei took a step back and kicked the door open.

"call……"

The stale smell stirred from behind the door, and a musty smell rushed over.

Wei Wei squinted his eyes and looked into the room. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing that matched his memory.

It's not even a bedroom, just a storage room.

There are shabby furniture and even farm tools piled up against the walls, and piles of sundries and rubbish are filled to the brim.

In the corners of the ceiling, thick cobwebs can even be seen intertwined.

It seems that every detail is telling myself that no one has lived here at all.

But Wei Wei still patiently squatted down among the musty debris.

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A piece of old things, with a kind of decadence forgotten by life, quietly leaning against the corner of the wall.

Everything seemed normal, but Wei Wei still searched patiently.

The power of demons can do many unimaginable things, and even cut off some logic in current things.

But it is impossible to restore everything after cutting off the logic.

all, some...

No matter what kind of traces, there must be...

Thinking of this, Wei Wei scanned the dark room little by little, with bloodshot eyes appearing faintly.

This caused a faint layer of blood to appear in his vision, but his ability to see things in the dark was also much stronger, his eyes penetrated the darkness, and the most important thing was that in this state, he would give birth to more than usual Sensitive and also stronger intuition.

After a while, he suddenly realized something.

Raising his hand violently, he tore down the debris piled up in front of him.

The huge movement frightened the nuns and others who were watching dumbfounded downstairs, and Wei Wei's eyes were filled with dust.

He stared at one place, approached slowly, and squatted down.

On the wall, there are many children's graffiti paintings.

There are little people dancing, some praying around the bonfire, and some little people being roasted on the fire.

But Wei Wei was attracted by a somewhat weird symbol in the graffiti.

It was a rose with distorted clues, the strokes were extremely immature, and the rose was drawn very awkwardly, it looked like a wriggling mass of flesh and blood.

But Wei Wei watched carefully, watched, and slowly took a breath of cool air.

In my mind, some memories began to emerge automatically, quickly overlapping with the graffiti in front of me.

Flesh Rose.

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It is impossible to describe the shock in Wei Wei's heart at this moment, he couldn't even control his expression at all, and grinned.

He had seen this pattern before.

Three years ago, the leader of the demon family codenamed "Red Rose" was on her wrist.

It was the hallmark of the family she had formed.

Demon families like to design their own unique logos, and the Red Rose family was no exception.

I have looked through the information countless times, and I already know everything about them, such as their names, heights, personalities, and for example, the bright imprint on the wrist of the family leader, a bright red rose formed by wriggling flesh and blood pattern……