canary in cage

Isri prepared the carriage and was about to call Cecil, but found that someone was already standing at the door, and Isri also took it and bowed.

"Master, it's ready."

Cehir glanced at Isri, hummed, raised his legs and walked up. The snow on the carriage had been cleaned up, and blankets and the most cushions were thoughtfully placed on the seats inside.

This would at least ensure that Cecil would not be cold on the road.

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Same as the previous journey, the scenery outside has basically not changed, the only thing is that the street has become whiter.

The prayer went smoothly, and the Glennka church is still overcrowded today, and every time Cehir appeared it was a coincidence, as if God was really helping.

The West Asian continent is famous for its fog city, which is shrouded in heavy fog all year round. Only when it snows heavily, can the streets see light again, but such cases can be said to be very rare.

But today is different from usual. Today is the brightest day in previous years. Unfortunately, today is the day of prayer.

Those who worship God put all this luck on the Holy Son, and Cehir was pushed up several levels for a while, but it is a pity that the Holy Son cannot speak on the altar, and can only be worshiped by others.

Cecil looked at these feudal people helplessly, and couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

Today's prayer ended very late, and the church was surrounded by people, all of whom wanted to be blessed by the Holy Son.

Thanks to them, Cehir could only stand motionless on the altar. Cecir had seen the madness of these people before. As long as he took half a step away from here, he would probably be torn to pieces by them.

It took three times longer than usual before the people in the church were relieved, and Cecil was finally able to get down from the top and sit on the stool to rest.

After changing clothes in the baptismal room, Cehir dragged his tired body out. As soon as he reached the door of the church, everything was still as calm as before.

But as soon as he took a step, a woman's scream suddenly came from a distance, followed by the voices of men, children, and old people.

When Cecil turned around, he saw a group of people swarming over, with horrified expressions on their faces, and they wished they could fly directly under their feet.

As he ran closer, Cecil could see clearly that the upper body of the person in front was covered in blood. Isri was the first to realize that something was wrong, and immediately grabbed Cecil's waist and ran straight towards the second floor of the church. go.

Sure enough, the swarming crowd rushed into the church, and the benches were smashed everywhere. Now they don't care whether they will be punished by God for doing so, they just burrowed in, as if they were It's like avoiding some monster.

Cehir was dragged to the second floor by Isri in advance, standing in the open field of vision, Cehir was the one who slowed down.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots came from the first floor of the church. Only then did Sehir see clearly that behind the frantic fleeing crowd, a group of people in hospital gowns were holding guns in their hands, and they were running wildly. With a gun, there are even a few lying under their feet.

Cehir was startled by the scene in front of him, and when he was about to back away in a low voice, suddenly a person downstairs suddenly raised his head and met Cehir's gaze impartially.

There is no expression in the cold eyes, just staring at you blankly can make people creepy.

Cehir swallowed his saliva, and the people downstairs opened their mouths half-opened, looking at Cehir stupidly, their eyes without any emotion became colder and colder.

"Bang!", a bullet slammed past his eyes, and hit the wall above his head straight.

The people downstairs opened fire, and almost at the same time, Isri pulled Cecil back from the railing and threw him to the wall. This was the loudest time in Esri's history.

"What are you doing standing still!"

Cehir's back was hurting from the wall behind him, and the corners of his eyes were squeezed out of physiological water. Cehir looked up at Isri, not knowing what to say for a while.

Just as Isri was about to open his mouth to speak again, suddenly, the sound of going up the stairs alarmed the two people standing above.

The sound of breathing in the quiet downstairs of the church can be heard clearly. They are no longer shooting, and they seem to be admiring their toys again, and the two escaped toys are on the second floor.

They're going upstairs, they're coming up, and sure enough, neither of the toys will survive.

The hospital gowns they wore, Isli, still had a bit of an impression. It was specially designed for patients in a mental hospital in the easternmost part of the West Asian continent.

But what is going on now, how can the mental patients in the east come to the city center, and even attack the masses.

It was obviously impossible to reason with them, and Isri secretly gave a "tsk" sound, and his eyes quickly looked around for places where he could escape.

In the next second, Isri picked up Cehir and ran towards the compartment on the second floor, at least there was still a window there.

Cecil's whole body is stiff now, and everything in his mind is a mess, as if he has returned to the slaughterhouse once, killing people without blinking, and the thick and disgusting blood slowly spreads along the ground.

Isri was very fast, and he squeezed himself and Cecil into a room a second before those people came up.

Cecil, who was hugged in his arms, tightly pulled Isri, his voice paused, like a puppet with a frame dropped: "Why, it's always me?"

Isli didn't know how to recover from the endless words, and the outside had already started to think about the gunshots one after another, and they vowed to find them all the time.

Isri took Cecil and moved to the window. There were very few people outside, and only a few bold people were still watching outside.

The gunshots are approaching, and we can't wait any longer.

Esri hugged Cecil, pushed open the window and jumped down from the second floor. Cecil, who was still in a daze, was suddenly illuminated by a glare of the sun in front of him, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He yelled, "Isri! You're crazy!"

But fortunately, there was at least one tent-like thing underneath, and in order to prevent Cehir from being injured, Isri fell down on his back without moving.

Sudden pain and panic, Isli fell unconscious for four or five seconds, and the people around him scattered, looking at the two people who jumped from the second floor.

Cecil sat up propped up, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw a pair of dark eyes looking down from the window sill, staring straight and motionless,

Cehir hurried to pull Isri who was lying on the ground, his heart was beating so fast that his eardrums were about to explode.

"Isri! Wake up!"