The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

After leaving the cemetery, Canary returned to Wang Luan's body, and it is estimated that she will have to rest for a while before she can come out.

Taking care of Wang Luan's body, Qi Chensheng also helped him back to his room to rest. During the period, He Chengdong also brought over breakfast and information about other people in the church.

Wang Luan sat by the bed and leaned against Qi Chensheng, holding a cup of hot black tea with sugar cubes in his hand, looking down at the information in his hand.

He Chengdong has been working in the Qi family for so long, and the information is organized in a very orderly manner.

"Wang Mingsheng came to Scholl Church more than three years ago, and Wang Wu came later, so there is no need to look at their things." Qi Chensheng sneered, and put the few pieces of paper aside, knowing without thinking, Most of the above information is also forged.

"Besides them, there is an older priest in the church, Will, who is British. He came to Yunchuan more than 20 years ago, but there is nothing special about it." Qi Chensheng turned a new page, and Wang Luan bowed his head. Apparently, apart from a brief record of some things about Father Will, there is also a photo cut from a newspaper attached.

Wang Luan took the newspaper clipping and looked at it for a moment. In the photo, Father Will was wearing an ordinary missionary black robe, holding a cross and a Bible in his hand. His face was also featureless, except that his eye sockets looked a little dark.

"Then there is a younger priest," Qi Chensheng turned to the next page, but this time there was no photo, and there were only a few simple lines of handwriting: "He is a Chinese, only 23 years old this year, and he arrived in the past two years. Scholl Church."

This page of information was quickly turned over, and Wang Luan looked back immediately, flipping the paper with his fingertips, but paused for a moment: "This is...another priest?"

Qi Chensheng didn't pay attention to it before, and when He Chengdong reported it to him, he never said it, and he didn't understand until he looked carefully: "There is another one, but he passed away four years ago, about He Chengdong I thought the time was right, so I put it in again."

Wang Luan nodded after hearing this, picked up the old thin papers, and looked at them carefully.

The name of this deceased priest is Chinon Robert, and he has been in Yunchuan for more than ten years. Although there is no photo, He Chengdong specially added a sentence when sorting out: "It is said that he looks very good-looking." According to his resume, he grew up in France since he was a child, and later went to the Vatican to study. When he was in his twenties, he came to Yunchuan with a merchant ship and stayed in Skoll Church.

He also liked to adopt orphans very much, but in the last few years of his life, he refused to continue to keep orphans in the church, and gradually sent out the children he had, and he was only in his early 40s when he finally died.

"Brother Jiu is interested in this person?" Qi Chensheng noticed Wang Luan's gaze and asked with his arms around his shoulders.

"It's not that I'm interested," Wang Luan shook his head, then stroked the tattoo under the collarbone through his collar, and lowered his eyes and said: "It's it, it seems to be different for this person."

Qi Chensheng frowned, of course he knew that the connection between the holding demon and the dying person was very subtle, and it was normal for Wang Luan to feel or be affected by Canary's emotions.

But he unconsciously cared, holding Wang Luan tighter with his arms, lowering his head and rubbing against his hair and neck, as if he wanted to get more attention.

"Shen Sheng..." A faint smile appeared on Wang Luan's lips. He put down the paper that recorded Father Chinon, and wanted to push Qi Chensheng's head with his hands, but in the end he hugged him vainly.

"Ninth brother also felt it, didn't he?" Qi Chensheng's light rub turned into a light kiss, leaving a warm breath on Wang Luan's neck.

"I feel it," Wang Luan nodded, but then continued: "But I can separate those emotions—"

"What's its, what's mine..."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to turn sideways and kissed the corner of Qi Chensheng's mouth.

At first, it was just a light comforting touch, but the moment Qi Chensheng pulled him into his arms, lowered his head and kissed him deeply, the taste changed——

A few pages of thin old paper were scattered on the ground with their movements, and they were blown up by the autumn wind accompanied by their shallow and staggered breathing.

After a long time, when the wind stopped and the paper fell, Qi Chensheng released Wang Luan slightly.

"I really don't know, Shen Sheng, what are you thinking all day long." Wang Luan couldn't help coughing a few times, and helplessly shook his head with his pillow on Qi Chensheng's shoulder.

"What else are you thinking about?" Qi Chensheng was still lingering on Wang Luan's smell, and he would not let go of his embrace: "Of course I'm thinking about Brother Nine all the time."

Wang Luan really lost his temper because of his quarrel, but he could feel Canary's urgency all the time, so he tapped Qi Chensheng's chin with his fingertips as a warning: "But brother Jiu wants you to think more about business now."

Qi Chensheng's gray remnant eyes reflected Wang Luan's figure, just about to kiss him again, but Wang Luan picked up the remaining documents to cover his face.

Qi Chensheng had no choice but to coax in a low voice: "Okay, okay, Brother Ninth, I won't make trouble anymore. What do we think of you covering your face with paper like this?"

"Really stop making trouble?" Qi Chensheng put down the paper slightly in doubt, only revealing those beautiful eyes like sparrows.

Qi Chensheng looked at him like this, pretending to be honest and said: "Really, brother Jiu's body is the first."

Only then did Wang Luan put the paper away, but he didn't expect that just as the paper left his face, Qi Chensheng kissed him again on his lips.

"Shen Sheng!"

Qi Chensheng squinted his gray disabled eyes, feeling satisfied at this moment, took the documents in one hand, and embraced Wang Luan in the other: "Okay, Brother Ninth wants to investigate the matter of Canary, so we can't delay any longer. "

Wang Luan was really angry and laughed, his pale face was stained a little red, seeing Qi Chensheng's serious appearance, he really didn't tease him again, so he held back his anger for a while, and watched the rest of the scene together with him. Information comes.

He Chengdong collected information on several deceased priests, but they were all relatively old and should not have much to do with Canary, so they were turned over.

Next is the information about the nuns, because they don’t show up as much as the priests, so the information that can be found is more limited. The clearest thing is to know that now including Lena, there are only eight nuns .It is said that Father Will has always felt that there are too few nuns in the church, so he wants to actively preach, but the effect is not good.

After that, there was another special one, the old man they just met in the cemetery.

His surname is Wan. When he was young, he suddenly went crazy. His family sent him to the church to recover. Since then, he has been guarding the cemetery behind the church for almost 30 years.

After reading all the materials, Qi Chensheng sorted them out, put them in Wang Luan's hand, clasped his index fingers lightly, and said thoughtfully, "Who do you want to start with?"

Wang Luan also rubbed the crimson stone ring, and pondered for a moment: "If we talk about the adopted orphans, they should all be taken care of by the nuns, so compared to those priests, I think they are more able to provide canary children. Clues of life."

Qi Chensheng retracted his index finger and pressed it on the stack of papers: "Okay, just listen to Brother Jiu."

They left the room again, walked down the stairs at the end of the corridor, and came to the hall of the church not long after.

In just one night, the hall of the church no longer looked as if it had been burnt yesterday. Rows of wooden seats were neatly arranged, and the light and shadow from the stained glass windows were cast on them.

The cross and the crucifix are still hanging high in the deepest part, looking at the world with sorrow.

Because it was not a day of worship, there was no one in the church, even Wang Mingsheng and Wang Wu were nowhere to be seen.

When they walked in from the side corridor, they saw only a 40-year-old priest praying under the cross.Wang Luan recognized him as Father Will based on the photo in the newspaper clipping.

"You two guests, how was your rest last night?" Probably hearing the footsteps of the two, Father Will opened his eyes and turned to look at them with a kind smile on his face.

They lived in the church as Wang Mingsheng's friends. In Will's opinion, all things that are good for missionary work are worth doing, so they have no intention of objecting, but are very happy.

"It's not bad." Qi Chensheng didn't relax his vigilance because of this, he held Wang Luan's hand slightly back, and walked in front by himself: "Thank you for the hospitality."

"That's good, God always guides us to be generous." Father Will smiled again, and then said: "If there is nothing else, you two can hang around here."

"If you need it, you can go to Sister Tim, and she will help you."

Wang Luan looked at the middle-aged priest's smile. Although he planned to ask the nuns first, he didn't want to give up such an opportunity right now, so he said, "Father Will, please forgive my presumptuousness. I want to ask you a question. May I?"

"Of course, there's nothing presumptuous about it." Although Will is a foreigner, his accent has been very pure when speaking Chinese during these years in Yunchuan.

"I've heard that many children were adopted in the church before, why haven't they been adopted in recent years?" Wang Luan paid attention to Father Will's expression without any trace, because of Canary's weakness, he was very restrained using its power.

After hearing this, Father Will was stunned for a moment, probably because of the power of the canary, and he regained his senses after a while, and said apologetically, "This is... a very regrettable thing."

"We always hope to do more good deeds, but something happened a few years ago, let us know that adopting children like that seems to be inappropriate."

"So Father Chinon made the decision to send those children away before his death...Of course, we didn't stop doing good deeds. Every year we will still raise some money to continue helping the children."

After hearing this, Wang Luan nodded as if deeply touched.Father Will's answer obviously deliberately obscured what happened that year, but it also made people more sure that something must have happened that year.

But right now, Wang Luan doesn't intend to ask for an answer. After all, the investigation of this church has just begun, and he can wait until Canary's strength recovers before making tentative inquiries.

At this moment, an old nun in black gauze slowly walked from the corridor on the other side.

Unlike Father Will's kindness, her expression was very rigid and serious, and there was no smile on her wrinkled face.

"This is our Sister Tim." The voice of Will's introduction sounded in their ears at the right time, and then the old nun greeted them, and said in her voice that seemed to have no ups and downs: "Both Good day, sir."