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As black smoke billowed from the ventilation ducts above the stage, Senator Bernard Mullen sat upright in his classic velvet chair, thinking of those children -- those who were sent to to the Holy Child among the charities to his name.

The pastor assured him that the kids would be fine, ("We just don't want to be misunderstood and stigmatized, after all... you know, as the denomination grows, there are always some dirty people who are afraid of angels their ugliness in their glory," the senior pastor assured the senator.)

Of course, Bernard Mullen never really believed in the messy holy mission of these gods. In fact, deep down in his heart, he felt that this ghost sect should be the place where the devil should stay... and Unfortunately, he fell into the trap of the devil.

When the Adventists first approached him, he never thought that he would end up in this situation: just like he never thought that the so-called "Saint Child of Atonement" was a minor.

Who would have thought that a 15-year-old would be more provocative than even the top call girl in an expensive underground club?Bernard admitted that at that moment he was overwhelmed by the girl's insanely beautiful body, and he mistook her, like so many people he had met before, as just a small dessert sent by a large institution to curry favor with him.

And after he ate the "dessert" wrapped in poison, he finally realized what was beyond redemption.

The girl... or rather, Adventist, left all the evidence, and Bernard realized that he had been bitten by a poisonous snake after seeing those photos and videos, as well as the girl's identity file.

The scariest thing about making a deal with the devil is that you think you'll always find a way out, but one day you'll find that all your struggles have ended up sinking deeper and deeper into the swamp.Over the next few years, Bernard watched the Adventist party grow stronger and stronger, and several beautiful children were added to his bed.

Bernard didn't turn them down, he knew he couldn't — if he couldn't express his loyalty to the Adventists, who knew where those photos and videos would end up.

He thought that those overly mature girls were already the ugliest part of Adventism (after all, every girl was so pious and eager to serve him, an old man who was almost 60 years old-it is said that this is a way of atonement that can alleviate the sins of this world ) But he really didn't expect that there were even younger children... When he thought of the panicked faces of those children when they were sent to the car, Bernard felt as if his whole body was immersed in ice water, and he was almost about to control himself. I can't help but want to vomit, after all, some of the children are not much different in age from his granddaughter.

(This is the last time - the last time!)

The senator turned to the stage, but looked vacantly across the singers, whose eyes were shining with enthusiasm, he said to himself.

It was precisely because of his ecstasy that when the black smoke billowed out like a devil, he thought in a daze that it was some kind of stage effect with unique taste.Fortunately, a few seconds later, the other noble audience in the main hall began to scream in panic, which somewhat brought him back to his senses.

The curtain hanging from the ceiling to the floor was the first to catch fire, and the black smoke wrapped in the golden red hot flame spread from top to bottom, and the flame on the curtain quickly ignited the wallpaper, those extremely beautiful scarlet The colored wallpaper burned almost instantly, and layers of black bubbles soon appeared on the wall, and thick smoke soon filled the entire hall, broken glass decorations and burnt metal under the high heat The angel statues (most of them are made of hollow iron) cracked sharply, but the sound was drowned out by the screams and wailing of the crowd.Within 1 minute of the sermon, the grand, solemn, and solemn hall turned into a purgatory in an instant. Wood, tiles, and metal fragments were scattered in thick smoke, and audio and electrical equipment began to explode. The blinding flames flashed above the thick smoke.

"Damn, damn--go here, Mr. Senator!"

Before the lights were completely extinguished, Mr. Senator was helped up by two Adventist priests. For Bernard, these two priests have been his monitors and collaborators for so many years. The senator's approval rating has increased by nearly 40.00% during the year, most of which came from the help of Advent priests.And at this moment, thanks to the Son of Light, two Adventist priests who are much younger than the senator have become Bernard's bodyguards at this moment. Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, the priest hooked the senator's arm and smashed away. Crowds ran towards the emergency exit.The senator felt limp under his feet, but at this moment he couldn't tell whether it was because he lost strength from panic or because he was actually stepping on a human body that had fallen under the stampede.

"Boom—"

There was another deafening explosion, and the senator felt as if he had been whipped by the devil, and the severe pain bit his right side of the face, and at the same time, he heard a muffled groan , and then the priest to his right collapsed.

"For the Son of Light's sake!"

The senator smelled a strong smell of blood. The reason why this smell was able to rush into the senator's nostrils through the foul-smelling smoke was because its source was close at hand.

"Walk--"

Neither the senator nor the other pastor paid attention to the fallen hapless ghost. It wasn't that there was a problem with their conscience, but that under such circumstances, no one could do anything other than run for their lives.

"Help—help—"

However, "escape" is sometimes just a futile struggle.

Before reaching the emergency exit, the senator saw the situation not far away from the light brought by another explosion. The crowd who rushed to the emergency exit at the beginning were crowded at the door, and some people had already been trampled on. On the ground, there was no movement, while some other people lay down on the bodies of their own kind, breaking the handle of the emergency door with both hands.

"Crack..."

The crimson door made a piercing sound as people pulled it desperately, and there was a crack about ten centimeters wide...

Just a crack in the door.

An iron chain firmly locked the emergency door. No one knew what happened, they only knew that the door could not be opened.

"Ahhhh... help..."

Horrible screams, cries and the sound of fire beeping and beeping through the smoke.

The senator's breathing became rapid, his eyes burst into tears, and with every breath, the hot air made his windpipe burn like a pain.

He tore off his tie and tied it around his mouth, hooked his waist, and walked towards the other side without hesitation.

"No, sir... the door over there has collapsed!"

shouted the pastor, grabbing Bernard's hand.

"I know, but...cough cough cough... that way doesn't work!" said the Senator. "Someone wants us to die here!"

Even Bernard himself was amazed at how clear his mind was at such a time.

His intuition--intuition that had served him well over the years--told him that the emergency door had been deliberately locked.

"But, Mr. Senator—"

The pastor seemed to want to say something more, but a new explosion started.

Bernard saw only a flash of red light, a blinding red light, and then a ball of fire brushed his cheek, and the priest's face froze in the red light--the ball of fire was really just a fragment, Perhaps some part of the wooden picture frame, the flames enveloping it, entered the priest's brain directly from the eye sockets.

"puff……"

Bernard could even hear that small, wet sound.

The priest stood there, his body rigid, as if his soul was still struggling in the shell for a moment, and then his hair and robe were ignited by the falling sparks.He fell down with a bang like a burning torch, his body twitching in the bright red light.

The senator staggered back a few steps. He stared blankly at the pastor's body and felt a trance.

This is no normal flame...

He heard a voice in his head talking to him.

It was a punishment for those deals he had made with the devil.

he thinks.

About three seconds later, the senator fell, and at the same time as he fell, a beautiful crystal glass fell from mid-air.

It was a large shard of glass, very heavy, it fell on the senator, and it only took a moment to cut the senator into two pieces from the middle of the torso, the left face and the right face, and the left half of the body And the right half of the body, the left leg and the right leg... In terms of coincidence, this precise cutting is undoubtedly a miracle, but the sad thing is that when the Senator's body was found, it was destroyed by subsequent fires and explosions. Severely charred, no one knows how exactly two halves his body used to be.

And at the same time that piece of glass fell from the sky—Calvin was standing outside the locked emergency door in that hall.

He looked at the hand protruding from the crack of the door, the pampered palm, the expensive watch on the wrist, the priceless jewelry on the finger, the skin that was gradually turning blue and a lot of blood... The first arm that stretched out was always very interesting. Struggling vigorously, trying to use his fingers to open the copper lock on the iron chain, but it didn't take long for the outstretched arm to gradually droop, and the blood flowed from under the broken nails, leaving traces on the thick carpet. There were dark bloodstains.

Everything is like a dream.

Calvin ran his fingers over the key of the brass lock.

There was no expression on his face.The hot air continuously poured out from the other side of the hall, making Calvin's cheek skin feel very dry and tingling.One after another, explosions came from all corners of the church, some were very loud, while others were a little farther away.

Calvin found a large number of cleaning agents in the previous cleaning supplies storage room-dark blue bottle body, yellow label, Calvin did not miss the warning on the flammability of the cleaning agent.

He didn't waste a single drop of detergent.