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The Smiths.

The ordinary and perfect Chinese-style family never thought that the terrible catastrophe they suddenly encountered would be due to an ordinary dinner.

In Mrs. Smith's freezer was marinated maple rib ribs that were meant to be the star of the dinner, chunky ribs in translucent plastic buckets with lids on them.About twenty hours of marinating from last night to today, just a few more hours in the oven for a perfect meat dish—

Stuck in the basement with her hands tied behind a chair with icy rope and her ankles wrapped in silver electrical tape, even Mrs. Smith doesn't know why her mind keeps buzzing like a broken VCR. Repeat the precautions and steps in the baking tutorial.

Of course, the most likely explanation is that her brain is indeed broken.

That fragile and soft gray-white protein lump couldn't comprehend everything in front of it, and couldn't deal with the sudden panic.

After several hours of panic, the middle-aged woman's eyes were filled with empty confusion.

"Help—help—"

Beside her, on another metal dining chair, her husband was howling at the top of a black vent.The prolonged yelling made his face turn purple, and earthworm-like blood vessels burst out from his forehead and neck.

On the other side of Mr. Smith, there is an almost identical dining chair, and another middle-aged man who is also bound here and cannot move.

That man was older than Mr. Smith, with a slightly chubby body and a round face, he always looked amiable on weekdays.

At this moment, every muscle of the man loosened, and his amiable face turned into an old and haggard face. He stared at Mrs. Smith in bewilderment, as if half of his soul had died.

This man is a close friend of their family. In the 20 years of dating, Mrs. Smith has never seen him in such a mess-especially after he became a senior pastor of the Adventist Church, his temperament It changed.

For so many years, he was like the kind of real big shot, with an aura of being unattainable.Well, in fact it is.With the expansion of Adventism, people like him do have a pivotal position in this area.Even the Smith family gradually climbed up from the most ordinary working family because of their relationship with him, and finally got a good life they never thought of before.

Therefore, when Crowe comes to eat with them at home every week, Mrs. Smith always prepares the dinner for that day very carefully.

Her maple ribs—

"Help—hey, Mary! Mary! What are you in a daze for?! Help! We've got to find a way to do it! What are you doing stupidly!"

Suddenly, Mr. Smith's roar reached her ears from a long distance.

She stared blankly at her husband's deformed face for a long time before she slowly realized what he was shouting.

"No one will hear."

She muttered.

It was as if another personality inside her was manipulating her lips and tongue.

"We're going to be killed, honey, we're going to be killed, you're going to piss those people off by shouting like that..."

With the words, those things that Mrs. Smith had shut out of consciousness returned irretrievably to her brain.

She never saw the man's face, but she remembered the great fear.

Those were no ordinary robbers, nor were they outlaws.

That is……

It was a monster without any humanity, a devil.

Mrs. Smith was more keenly aware of this than anyone else, but it was evident that her husband was far more dull and stupid than she herself at such times.

The pampered man was utterly terrified, perhaps worse than the dazed, frightened Mrs. Smith.

Facing his wife's muttering, Mr. Smith continued to yell like an enraged bull.

After discovering that his wife had lost herself in her own thoughts, he changed the object of the yelling to his friend.

"Crow! You have to think of a way! You are the senior pastor of the Adventist faction! You can always think of a way!" Mr. Smith shouted. He wouldn't dare to use this bossy tone on Crow in normal times. But at this time, he had completely lost his mind and exposed his true nature, "Didn't you always say that the so-called Holy Son is very effective?! Shouldn't it come to save His believers at this time? ?! Think of a way?! I can't fucking die here, I don't want to die..."

Pastor Crowe moved his ashen eyeballs to look at Mr. Smith.

"I prayed, darling, I've been praying—"

he grumbled.

But so what?God, do you really think that there are gods in this world who can save people?

But Pastor Crowe didn't tell the stupid couple in front of him what he really thought in his mind.

What's more, you guys are not Adventist believers at all. At this time, you can confidently try to save you.

Reverend Crowe thought sarcastically.

Yes, he is indeed a "friend" with Mrs. and Mrs. Smith's family, but the reason why he is willing to condescend to maintain this illusory "friendship" is because he and Mrs. Smith have a "friendship" that exceeds the general limit. It is because of their daughter.

12, seven and four.

Natural light blond hair, slightly purplish blue eyes, and a beautiful face due to youth and good genes.

These three children are simply perfect candidates for the "Holy Child".

Crowe is very clear that since the fire in Angel Town, national public opinion has focused on Adventists.The selection of the holy boy, who was originally quite unscrupulous, had to hide underground.

This has led to an extreme shortage of "holy children".

If Crowe can successfully pull such a high-quality "Holy Child" into the Adventist faction, he can take another step up logically.

The only downside is that the Smiths are pretty stubborn, and Crowe never really persuaded them to join Adventism (of course, most of the time they seem interested in Adventism, but they just want to get the benefits that Crowe brings That’s all) so it’s even more impossible to agree to allow my beloved daughters to participate in the selection of Adventist holy children.

["Oh, dear, you know, there are some bad rumors about that 'Holy Child'... Of course, I know, those are just rumors, but I still can't help it, the doctor said I might be a little Slight panic attack, so..."]

Crowe could even recall Mrs. Smith's phony pushback.

Oh damn, what a fucking family of idiots.

Crowe thought with resentment in his heart.

He shouldn't have wasted so much unnecessary time on this family, those three girls... As long as he wants, he can always find a way to lure them out of their parents' sight.

He regrets so much that his last ray of kindness stopped those dark thoughts, so he has come to this point.

Knocked out by the bloody robbers and strapped to a stool for hours cold and hungry.Like Mr. Smith, Crowe is unaware that the "prisoner" they have never met is no ordinary criminal.

He didn't even panic the way Mr. Smith did, because Crowe was pretty sure the other guy didn't want their lives.

"Calm down man, those guys wouldn't bother tying us up so much if they were just trying to kill us. I think they just want some money, and maybe they're rummaging on it at this point. When they get What they want, they will naturally leave. Mary is right, there is no need for you to yell like this, no one can hear, and you may anger those people."

"you shut up--"

Mr. Smith stared at Crowe with red eyes.

"Catherine and the others were taken away by those people, you have no idea what those people would do to them—"

Mrs. Smith burst into tears when her husband mentioned her daughter.

Yes, she'd been refusing to think about it because she knew she'd be totally broken.None of the Smiths' daughters were in the basement, and the couple and Crowe didn't even know where they were or what they were going through at this time.

There is no need to communicate in words, and the three adults who have experienced the world all have an extremely ominous premonition.

And Crowe's face was even more gloomy. After all, if the three girls really suffered something, it would be impossible for him to find such three high-quality girls to sacrifice.

However, Mr. Smith was still staring at Crowe reluctantly.

"Wait, could it be you—"

"what?"

"I heard that the Adventists secretly try to steal the children from their parents. This may be your trick. You just pretended to be tied here like us, but in fact, those robbers are all you Your acquaintance, you want to take our daughter away..."

"Are you crazy?! How could I do such a thing—"

Crowe stared at Mr. Smith in disbelief before retorting.

Mrs. Smith was whimpering in his ear, and it made him feel a little irritated.

"Otherwise? We are just the most ordinary family. I can't think of anything here that can attract robbers. Their appearance is too strange. You said you were coming to eat, and then they appeared—"

"Woooooooo..."

"I didn't! How could I possibly—"

……

Just as the basement fell into chaos, a hoarse voice suddenly appeared.

"Pfft, I didn't know, so you can be so lively in the basement."

Everyone fell silent, and all looked at the suddenly opened basement door.

A tall figure was leaning against the door frame, looking down at the distressed victims with a smile on his face.