The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

No one knew that Ian was most likely killed in the church that night.

So far, it is still unknown where the body is hidden.

The canary on Wang Luan's lap suddenly uttered a few low crows, and Sister Tim's eyes moved accordingly, looking at it very complicatedly.

For so many years, she has disliked this so-called child. He has dazzling blond hair, a beautiful face, and a beautiful voice. It looked out of place.

She was always worried about what Ian would do one day, like those gorgeous and poisonous flowers, to ruin their peaceful life.

Therefore, when Sister Tim saw the diary and learned of Ian's love for Father Chinon, she was shocked and terrified, and desperately wanted to drive this foreign object away from the church.

But what happened in Skoll Church did not end with Ian's disappearance.

"What happened later?" Qi Chensheng continued to ask, looking at the dazed and mournful expression of Sister Tim under the black veil.

"Ian left... Luther got the money and left too."

"At that time, Father Chinon began to reflect on himself, thinking that something wrong with his education would lead to such bad things happening to the two children."

"He asked me ... if children shouldn't be living in churches, they need more information."

Father Chinon had many new ideas, but unfortunately before they could be implemented, bad luck came again.

"Two months later, Luther came back again," Sister Tim frowned. Although it had been a few years, every time she thought of Luther's face, it still made her angry: "He is outside, and I don't know what to do." What, spent all the money Father Chinon gave him."

Luther threatened Father Chinon again, and if he didn't give him money, he would tell about Ian.

At first Father Chinon wanted to influence him and persuade him, but Luther ignored him completely and instead laughed at him as pedantic.

"Father, although I really want to believe in the God you said, God can't give me money."

In this way, Luther came to the church again and again, harassing Father Chinon.He began to regret why he handed over Ian's diary so easily.He felt that it was because he had no evidence on hand now, so Chinon was not afraid of him, so he didn't give him money.

So Luther came up with a new way.

"He brought another diary."

"Another diary?" Wang Luan was a little confused, so he asked, "Does Ian still have a diary?"

"No, no," Sister Tim shook her head, her wrinkled hands gripped the long black skirt tightly: "It's his own diary."

Luther forged a diary of his own, imitating the contents of Ian's diary.He distorted Ian's simple and secret crush into Father Chinon's temptation and obscenity to him.

He shamelessly threatened Father Chinon to pay more money, otherwise he would spread everything by himself.

Sister Tim closed her eyes. She could not recall the pain that the diary had caused Father Chinon and the entire Scholl Church.

Even though he had never met that Father Chinon, Wang Luan's heart was also affected by Luther's shameless behavior. He couldn't imagine what it would be like for that kind priest to be so smeared and threatened by the children he raised Feeling.

"Father Chinon doesn't want to be coerced by him. It's the first time I've seen him get so angry. Let's drive Luther out." Sister Tim was still angry in her words, but in a blink of an eye there was another feeling. Feeling a little lonely: "He knew that Luther would not stop there, so he planned to leave the Scholl Church by himself."

This seemed to be a solution, but then he worried that after he left, Father Will in the church would become Luther's next target.

Just when they didn't know what to do, news came from outside suddenly.

"Luther is dead." Aunt Tim stretched out her hand and crossed herself on her chest, begging God to forgive her. When she heard the news of Luther's death, she couldn't restrain her joy.

"He died in the port of Jinyuewan because of alcoholism and arguing with others."

When everyone thought that all this could finally come to an end with Luther's death, something unexpected happened.

"After his death, the gangsters who usually interacted with found the diary and spread the contents as a joke..."

Fortunately, those gangsters did not have Luther's deliberate plans, and few people really believed what they said. This incident did not cause trouble in the end, but Luther's incident and those gossips that became more ugly later were given to Father Chinon. ,Heavy blow.

"He couldn't figure out why the children he had raised since he was a child went astray, whether it was Luther or Ian...Father Chinon always believed that there was something wrong with his education."

"He took all his mistakes and sins on himself, and repented to God day and night."

After that, he sent the orphans in the church to other places for adoption in batches, but he gradually fell ill.

This kind and respected priest finally died in the winter of the second year.

His body was not buried in the cemetery behind the church, but he was entrusted to the returnees to bring him back to his hometown...

Wang Luan and Qi Chensheng listened to Mammy Tim speak slowly about the events of the year, those seemingly useless and trivial endings.

Over the years, everyone in the church has been strictly forbidden to mention the past. They don't want Father Chinon to become an irrelevant novelty in the mouth of others. They only hope that he can be truly peaceful in the kingdom of heaven.

"That's it."

Sister Tim wiped her eyes without letting the tears overflow. She tried her best to calm down her emotions and looked at the two people opposite: "That's all I know, everything."

"Thank you, Sister Tim." Wang Luan said, no matter how she thinks of Ian so far, it is very rare for her to be willing to tell what happened back then from her standpoint.

Sister Tim nodded, and looked back at the canary on Wang Luan's lap. After a long time, she spoke again: "No matter what, I still don't want to believe that there will be blood on the hands of people in the church."

"But if there is, I hope you can find him."

After speaking, she stood up slowly, greeted the two of them, then turned around and left along the dark corridor.

After Sister Tim left, Wang Luan finally let out a long sigh of relief, completely relaxed his body, and leaned into Qi Chensheng's arms.

Qi Chensheng took the black teacup from Wang Luan's hand, put one arm around his waist, and covered his eyes with the other: "Are you tired?"

Wang Luan rested his head on Qi Chensheng's shoulder and nodded a little. What he felt was not physical fatigue, but more tiredness from the heart.

"Ian, I did nothing wrong."

"Ah."

"Father Chinon is also a good man."

"Ah."

"Luther, he's dead."

"Ah."

Every time Wang Luan said something, Qi Chensheng would respond in a low voice, and then kiss lightly on his thin side face.

"But the person who killed Canary has not been found yet..."

More than that, the most obvious question before them now is, if Ian really died in the church, where would his body be?

"Have Brother Nine ever wondered why Ian turned into a canary?" Qi Chensheng asked suddenly in Wang Luan's ear.

"Is it because of... his blond hair and singing voice?" Wang Luan asked tentatively.

Qi Chensheng didn't comment on this, but continued to ask: "Then Brother Nine also thinks, why canary have the ability to create illusions and temptations?"

Wang Luan was slightly taken aback. Most of the forms and abilities of holding demons are related to their life events or causes of death. Judging from Sister Tim's narration, there is nothing in Ian's life that is connected with illusions. The only way it can acquire this ability is death.

What kind of death method will cause illusions?

The dull bell sounded from the tall bell tower, interrupting Wang Luan's thoughts. He looked up subconsciously, but found that it was already noon.

"Okay, don't think about that for now," Qi Chensheng kissed Wang Luan's forehead again, picked him up, and walked along the corridor to the stairs, "I'll go find something to eat, Brother Nine also It's time to drink medicine."

Wang Luan held the little canary in his hand, watching it blend into his body, the experience of Ian and Father Chinon lingered in his heart and became more and more complicated, and finally made him close his eyes on Qi Chensheng's shoulder, Did not refuse the other party's arrangement.

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On the other side of the corridor, behind the narrow window, the black priest's robe blends well into the dim surrounding environment.

That is the youngest priest in the Skoll Church, but he is in his twenties, he is of mixed foreign and Chinese blood, he has black eyes and a whiter complexion than ordinary people.

He stood there secretly, watching the gradually disappearing figures of Qi Chensheng and Wang Luan, without making any sound, but clenched the cross in his hand.

"Aren't you really going to try?" Another voice sounded from behind him, but he was not frightened or surprised.

Wang Mingsheng slowly walked out of the darkness, came to the side of the young priest, and said like an elder who enlightened the younger generation: "Qi Er Shao will not stay here for too long, any more hesitation will only leave regrets. "

The young priest lowered his head, looked at the cross in his hand, and fell into a deep inner struggle.

Wang Mingsheng smiled, and put his hand on the shoulder of the young priest, like a devil throwing a temptation: "I raised Wang Jiu with my own hands. To some extent, you have many similarities with him."

"No... Maybe you will be more like him seven years ago."

"Qi Chensheng, the first time I saw him."