moon shot plan

The confession room was very dark. The cold starlight fell on the dark curtain, leaving some mottled bright shadows, and the gray wax oil dripped on the silver candlestick. Everything was silent.

"...Who will be the first one?" An Ran flipped through the cowhide notebook, "Zhang Ming? Lu Xichao? Or Ji Ying?"

"Is this in order?" He leaned closer to the candlestick, struggling to read the words on the paper by the dim candlelight: "Red circles, black crosses...Ji Ying, Fang Qianqian..."

"Did you find those dead people up there?" Xie Yi asked.

An Ran went through it from the beginning to the end, but couldn't find the names of the dead... But how is it possible?The murderer is not a randomly selected target, he must have been eyeing them before...

For example, the first deceased, Zhao Bo, had an inseparable relationship with Ji Ying——

Zhao Bo is hard to find, so look for Ji Ying and see where she appears, there is likely to be Zhao Bo's shadow before and after!

An Ran flipped the book to the front, and the date on those few pages was three years ago!

Ji Ying...

This name appeared on the leather book for the first time, unlike the ones that were written neatly on it later, on this paper, her name was just crookedly filled in the gaps in the grid, and under it, there was another The name crossed out with a black line——

Zhao Bo!

There are two other small words next to it: repulsion.

...Zhao Bo also came here to participate in the transformation?

What does exclusion mean?Transformation failed?

What role does Ji Ying play here?

Substitute?

So who is the murderer?Did Ji Ying kill them?

"Knock Knock-"

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Father, may I come in?"

A soft female voice asked.

"Enter." The voice was still transmitted in the mind.

With a "squeak", the small door of the confession room was gently pushed open, and the young woman in a white dress walked into the darkness under starlight. The cold moonlight fell on her, and her dark hair seemed to be Covered with a layer of soft golden light.The slightly cold night wind blows in through the open gap, and her snow-white skirt is encouraged by the wind, like soft clouds, as if they want to surround her and ride the wind home.

An Ran had seen this woman in a video tape before, and at the time felt that she was outstanding in appearance and refined in temperament. Who would have thought that seeing the real person today would find that she seemed to have completely escaped the mundane world, no matter in terms of expression or manner. A vague divinity began to appear.

Even through heavy curtains, An Ran clearly felt a gaze falling on her.

It can't be said to be cold, but it's not as soft as imagined.

An Ran's heart tightened when she was stared at by this gaze, and she quickly squatted down, for fear that she would see something. Xie Yi wanted to invite him to sit together, but saw him firmly shaking his hand——

Just kidding, there is only one chair here, where is he going to sit?

Xie Yi didn't know if he guessed what he was slandering, but he looked very regretful anyway, so he took off the "cross star" mask on his face and asked him to study it carefully now.

"My father, good day." She bowed slightly and saluted, her voice ethereal and graceful.

Out of caution, Xie Yi saw that she didn't take the initiative to speak after she sat down, but she slightly raised her head a few minutes after she sat down, and said, "My father, everything in the church is normal today, except for the one named Fang Qianqian. The girl she was in——she brought a person in, but didn't take him away...but he is now by my father's side, so all of this should be considered as your permission."

"Yes."

After getting Xie Yi's answer, the woman became quiet again, and returned to the state of not saying a word. Seeing that this situation continued, she might get up and leave in a short time. An Ran was also in a hurry, pointing at the The page I saw in the cowhide notebook indicated to Xie Yi to focus on this question.

It was the page where Zhao Bo's name was crossed out.

Asking directly and fearing to make people suspicious, Xie Yi looked at An Ran who was gesticulating next to him, and helplessly raised his forehead, but asked quite naturally: "Among those who died, did anyone ever make you feel sad?"

The woman outside the curtain was neither sad nor happy, only calm: "I mourn for them, but I won't feel sad, after all, they deserve it."

"...What do you think of that girl named Fang Qianqian?" He asked again.

"Although I really want to choose to forgive, she has committed too many sins... Besides, someone is already eyeing her, isn't it?"

"The last question, do you think your current transformation is the most perfect?"

"Perfect..." For the first time, a puzzled expression appeared on the woman's face, but this insignificant emotion quickly dissipated from her face: "Compared to Your Highness, of course, I will never be able to achieve the so-called perfection." , but for now, I am indeed the natural person with the highest degree of integration."

...The white figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, An Ran took a pen to write and draw on the paper, and said to herself: "What does she know, of course she will know something... She hates the dead and thinks They were all 'guilty', but she didn't necessarily kill them..."

"It's almost impossible." Xie Yi said: "She is the most successful example of the Red Church's transformation experiments over the years. They want to cultivate her into a vessel to welcome the gods, and it is absolutely impossible for her to perform those tasks of judgment... "

"If she is the gentle and merciful Madonna in white who is enshrined on the bright side...then, who will be the Madonna in red who hides in the dark and judges their sins?"

"She doesn't seem to be familiar with Fang Qianqian, and she doesn't have a good impression of her...So Fang Qianqian only has business dealings with the priest? But she doesn't look like the murderer..." An Ran frowned, thinking, the person in the confession room The small door was knocked twice again——

"Father, can I come in?" A rough and even domineering voice shouted, "Is there no one inside?"

"Enter."

Before the words were finished, the small door was pushed open heavily, and a burly man squeezed in. A huge black shadow was projected on the curtain, like an unknown ghost.

"It's not too late today. I thought I'd run into that guy named Lu. I've run through so many red lights along the way." He sat on the chair carelessly, his thighs shaking: "Fortunately, I came here." Good morning, or I'll be with him again, God knows how much a heretic I think he is!"

He said, "That guy named Lu"... Then he should be Zhang Ming, and I didn't expect the two of them to know each other.

Xie Yi still didn't speak, waiting for him to speak first, this person is not very sensitive, he didn't notice any abnormality behind the curtain, he came up and said: "Father, I tried the sacrifice method you taught me last time, the blood It's almost gone, and I only borrowed the 'divine power' for less than half a day, and it's very unstable, almost tearing down my house..."

"After having this power, I feel more irritable, and I want to go out to fight and kill - but you don't allow it, saying that the time has not come, is the time now? Don't tell me that even Lu Xichao can go out and kill people, In the end, I couldn’t do it.”

Xie Yi still didn't respond, but fortunately, the other party is a very talkative person, even if no one pays attention, he can talk to himself for a long time: "Father, I have a small problem... Let me explain in advance that I have no disrespect. The idea is not an undercover agent sent by the police station, it is purely my personal curiosity—"

"...Are we really responsible for the recent serial murders in R City? I don't doubt the ability of you and all the brothers and sisters——I just don't understand. I can understand killing and dismembering corpses. He also went up and chopped it up... The point is, why did he sew it up again? And according to the gossip, some corpses were still killed by that..."

"Oh my God, I don't understand. What is that man thinking? How can he still have such leisure and interest after killing people? I have thought about it all over here, and there is no such person here, even that kid Lu Xichao. It won't be so boring! Have you heard? Someone nicknamed the murderer - Dangerous Lover! Because of his strange necrophilia!"

"Can you tell me which brother did this? This is too powerful!"

Although he kept saying that it was just a personal curiosity, it didn't sound right, why did he feel that if he searched his identity and found a police officer's ID within a few minutes, this guy must be an undercover agent, right? If it's really the priest At this point, he must have been forked out!

And what the hell are the brothers and sisters? It sounds like a show will happen every minute!

On An Ran's side, there was a mass of black threads, and he could only barely extract information from his fragmented words. While hoping that he would not be an undercover agent by such a coincidence, he also hoped that the last "Lu Xichao" could provide some more critical information.

Chatting with Zhang Ming for a while, to be honest, neither of us got any useful information. Instead, Zhang Ming was trying his best to find something to say. Being an undercover agent, I couldn't laugh or cry, and when I finally sent him away, I didn't know what to say, but he was too involved in the drama, and when he left, he looked angry at being neglected:

"I just want to inquire about a few small things and you don't tell me. I really don't have the confidence to do things for you. If there is anything, you should go to Lu Xichao. Hehe, it's really interesting, go to that timid alien. , to see if he dares to pick up the cross star."

After he said this, he pushed the door angrily and left. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a tall and thin figure standing against the light. gone."

Relying on his tall stature, he slammed into the man's shoulder with a "bang", knocking that thin body staggeringly.He snorted coldly, walked away without even looking at the man.

The thin figure barely stood still, slowly lifted his foot into the confession room, and turned around to gently close the door.

The shadowy candlelight reflected on his face, looking at the bland facial features, for some reason, An Ran always had a sense of déjà vu.