I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The hostess obviously held the priest in great awe. The moment she heard his voice, she turned around, clasped her hands together, and greeted him respectfully: "Good afternoon, Father."

Father Gaby returned the greeting: "Good afternoon, ma'am."

He glanced at the confessional a few steps away from the hostess and said, "Oh, the wind is too strong today and it blew the door of the confessional shut."

As the priest spoke, he walked forward. A large black robe flashed past Song Guicheng's eyes, and then the door was opened.

But this kind of door can only be opened from the outside with a key. Sure enough, the priest pushed the door, but it didn't budge.

He said apologetically, "Sorry, ma'am, I forgot to bring my keys."

The hostess looked back at the tightly closed door of the confessional. Song Guicheng read anger and unwillingness in her eyes, but she did not dare to be presumptuous in front of the priest. In the end, she just clenched her fists, lowered her eyebrows and said: "It's okay, Father, I will kneel in front of the pulpit and confess today."

As she spoke, she took two steps toward the center of the church, knelt down facing the pulpit, clasped her hands in front of her chest, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and looked very pious.

The explosive atmosphere just now disappeared quietly and silently, and the crisis seemed to be resolved so easily.

Song Guicheng stood behind the door, listening to the conversation between the two silently. From the moment the priest appeared, the slight panic in his heart was replaced by another indescribable emotion.

It's like a bird trapped in a cage. It thinks it has flown out, but when it looks up again, it finds that what it thought was a vast world is actually just a bigger cage. It's a feeling of depression and despair.

When Song Guicheng heard Father Gabi say that he didn't bring his keys, he was not surprised at all, or rather, he felt that it was expected.

He even suspected that the priest had done it on purpose, letting the two of them in, watching them hide in the confessional, and letting them meet the hostess who was going to the church.

He lurked in the dark, admiring the expressions of panic, anxiety or anger on several people's faces, watching the development of the situation, and then appeared at a just right time to stop everything in front of him.

It gave Song Guicheng a very familiar feeling of badness and hypocrisy.

He took a deep breath and continued to look out through the crack in the door.

He thought the priest would do something, but unexpectedly Gaby just found a chair to sit down, took out a Bible and read slowly.

He was leaning back in a chair in a relaxed manner, his legs crossed, holding a Bible in one hand. His robe was buttoned neatly to the top, and above the collar, under the stern facial lines, the graceful outline of his Adam's apple was half-hidden in the gloomy and dim church.

Song Guicheng pursed his lips, and the figure of the priest was reflected in his light brown eyes. They were so similar, really so similar.

Although the priest never revealed his identity, he had an inexplicable intuition that Gabby was Song Yujie. And Gabby must have intended for him to discover this, otherwise he would not have concealed his similarities with Song Yujie.

The tones of their voices, the postures and expressions when reading, and various small movements are almost exactly the same, not to mention their two exactly the same faces.

The church was very quiet. The only sounds were the crackling of rain and the occasional sound of pages turning. There was an unexpected feeling of tranquility in the church.

Song Guicheng simply sat down on the ground and began to think about the problems regarding this copy.

The first point is, how did the couple in the hotel kill so many people without anyone noticing? Didn’t the other villagers notice anything unusual?

Although this is a strange world, the actions of the people here must abide by certain rules and logic. It is obviously unreasonable for the couple in the hotel to kill everyone in the farm.

Hmm... Could it be that someone is helping them cover it up?

But how could anyone cover up the deaths of so many people?

Song Guicheng supported his chin with one hand, frowning. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but suddenly he sat up straight.

Oh, that’s right, who said it was a human? He almost forgot one important thing, there are demons in this world!

If the hotel couple had the help of the devil's power, it would have been easy for them to accomplish this task.

This made sense. How did the man know that sacrificing human lives would restore the apple orchard to life, how did the man kill everyone in the village, how did the huge tree grow... everything was explained.

Why did the devil kill everyone in the farm and only spare the inn couple? Because it needed more power and needed the inn couple to continue running the inn and apple orchard to attract more tourists and kill more tourists.

Even the weird main quest became reasonable. Calvin's power was not completely absorbed by the devil, and a wisp of his soul escaped, so their main quest was to find Calvin's remaining soul.

Song Guicheng tapped the ground with his fingertips, still feeling very strange, a strange feeling that he couldn't explain.

Who awakened Calvin's remaining soul from its slumber? Who allowed Calvin's remaining soul to attach itself to Chu Wei? Since the couple in the hotel were driven by the devil, why did they come to the church to worship? Why did they surround the apple orchard with silver for exorcism?

The doubts in his heart were like the raindrops pouring down outside, bouncing in his heart again and again. The cold air seeped in through the crack in the door, and Song Guicheng felt a chill on his butt.

He got up from the ground, and the hostess outside the door seemed to move.

She didn't know what she saw, she shrank and shed tears, the wrinkles on her face told of her panic, she knelt towards the priest. The priest closed the Bible and looked at the woman crawling towards him without saying a word.

"Father," the mistress wanted to pull Gaby's trouser legs, her hand stretched out in the air and then timidly withdrew, her lips trembling, "Father, has God forgiven me? I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

Her past indifference and arrogance now turned into humble prayers. Song Guicheng frowned. Could it be that the couple in the hotel were not blessed by the devil?

"Ma'am, what's wrong with you? Did God just give you some will?" Gaby's tone was slow, extremely soft and very soothing.

"I saw it when I was confessing just now, I saw it..." The hostess was trembling all over, and cold sweat almost soaked her whole body, "I saw my own corpse. I was dead, cut into pieces..."

After saying this, she seemed to have lost all her strength, and she prostrated herself on the ground and burst into tears: "Father, please save me, save me, I shouldn't kill anyone, I shouldn't kill anyone, I regret it, ah ...

The priest looked at the woman who was crying uncontrollably with pity, his brows slightly furrowed, and a bit of pity revealed in his eyes, but Song Guicheng could see at a glance the indifference hidden in his pity.

He said, "Madam, I really can't do anything this time. When you came to me for help ten years ago, I told you that there is a price to pay for doing things for the devil. No one can escape this punishment. Even I can't help you avoid it. I can only help you postpone the date of punishment."

The hostess seemed to be completely desperate after hearing this. She howled and pounded the ground, and the wooden splinter on the side of her palm pierced deeply into it. "No, it won't be like this. I shouldn't be the one to die first. It was Grayson. He killed the person. I was only forced." She spoke incoherently to shirk her crime. The picture that flashed through her mind when she was confessing just now was like a collapsing mountain pressing down on her.

"Father, I am willing to donate all my money to the church. I am willing to exile myself from now on and wander around to preach. Please help me," she began to beg the priest again, staring at the priest's lips, hoping to pry open a glimmer of hope.

But the priest pursed his lips in embarrassment, and finally said: "I'm sorry, ma'am, I really can't do anything."

The priest's words were like the last stone on a mountain, completely crushing the hostess. She lay on the ground, completely overwhelmed by despair.

Song Guicheng, who was hiding in the confessional, was shocked. His previous guess was wrong. It was not that the devil had spared the couple in the hotel, but that the priest had been helping them, helping two cruel murderers.

This kind of person who does not distinguish between right and wrong and acts according to one's mood, this kind of hypocrisy that is wrapped in coldness, this kind of indifference that muddies the waters and then stays out of it... Song Yujie is also such a person.

abnormal!

Song Guicheng was complaining in his heart, when he looked up he was met with a pair of sapphire eyes. Those crystal clear sapphire eyes became darker in the gloomy sky, as if covered with a layer of dust.

Then the eyes curved and seemed to smile at him.

Not knowing what Song Guicheng was thinking, he met his gaze, raised his middle finger expressionlessly, and made a contemptuous gesture towards him.

It’s not enough that he molested his brother, he actually helped a murderer. Go to hell!