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Luo Binhan sincerely believed that he had heard wrongly.He stood where he was, with his left hand stretched out of his pocket, almost trying to pick out his ear.But he restrained this exaggerated attitude, and asked instead: "What?"

"Are you religious, sir?"

This might be another new dimension of investigation, Luo Binhan thought. After tentatively inquiring about his family and work, the policeman wanted to know how his spiritual world looked like, but unfortunately it was just another barren land.

"No, I didn't." He told the other party bluntly, without making any more jokes about it.

"So are you an atheist? Or an agnostic?"

"I don't believe in anything." Luo Binhan said, "I really don't believe in anything."

"Ah, nihilists and skeptics," Gerd Schilling grumbled, as if appraising his own collar, "these anarchists and psycho gypsies."

Luo Binhan couldn't help talking: "Your English is really good."

"Purely out of personal curiosity," Gerd Schilling ignored him, "For a person who doesn't believe in anything, what would his life taste like?"

"Just like all who believe: milk, water, wine, medicine, earth."

Another aching heat enveloped his mind.At this moment, Luo Binhan could hear it more clearly. The noise lingering in his head before, the muffled sound of the ax piercing into the flesh, had turned into the whistling of steam, and the courtyard night lamp was once bright as flames, but now it was as dark as black. Coal, from which emanated shadow and night.He wanted to step back and leave, but the other party's words and claws had bound him.Those five fingers were embedded in his flesh and blood like iron rings, and the cold damp penetrated into the marrow of his bones—but he knew this damp cold air, as he knew the mist of the Styx and the ashes of the hellfire, and he immersed himself in the shadows The same goes for his left hand.

"Go on." The person on the other side whispered.

"This statement sounds strange and impolite." Luo Binhan reminded, "We still have morals and laws in the world, police officer."

He is not in awe.Robin Han thought to himself.He is also indeed ignorant.But it didn't matter, whatever it was he had lost.Of course, neither Thorn nor Momoro nor Assabaum was the kind of god Gerd Schilling wanted to describe to him.A sublime and great god will never be snatched away by a giant pelican, or become a dog-beating stick hanging in the sky.He also knew what kind of image the other party wanted to show off to him, and in the end, the glorious image that he tried so hard to paint - made him feel malicious.

This hoarse whisper like exhalation has a penetrating power, like scorching steam sprayed on the face, penetrating into the acupuncture points and pores, burning the space in the skull.Luo Binhan could feel his blood boiling behind his eyeballs in an instant, and his blood vessels and nerves were like scorched dead roots in the red ground.His anger was not from the heart, but from this strange heat.Now he needed to vent this burning rage, so he urgently opened his mouth to spit out words.

When he tried his best to throw out such bad words, Luo Binhan could already imagine the appearance of the other party wrestling with him angrily.It wasn't exactly proper to do so, but another, louder noise had already drowned out his voice of reason.The sound was not a specific word, a familiar song, or someone's voice, but more like the muffled sound of an ax cutting into meat, and the buzzing of gnats flying.At the edge of his field of vision, the courtyard night lights are like a flame that is constantly beating, and it seems that the surrounding darkness is surging and shrinking.Between the light and dark phantoms, Ged Schilling, instead of showing anger, grinned excitedly, panting and smiling at the same time.Something was making him elated.

"Is that what you really mean?" Gerd Schilling asked rhetorically, drawing out every note.

"This must make you very proud?" He turned his back to the light on the second floor, leaned over and whispered softly, "Serving your most noble and greatest thing, imagine yourself as the most loyal dog, the most filial dog Son of God. And it made me think: Of those perfect masters, whoever they are, having this taste for creation is not a good thing."

This is simply nonsense.This is not the first time he has been asked about his faith in Regenberg.Volunteers will come to promote and donate scriptures, and neighbors will also ask curiously when they visit.Those questions sometimes revealed the believers' certainty about their own way of life, which is another principle of survival, but their manner of speaking was generally friendly and considerate.So far, no one has ever walked up to him as swaggeringly as Liu Ling cursed, and said to him with squinting eyes: You know, right?When Judgment Day comes, a yappy slut like you will go to hell, and you'll have to suffer then, so don't think you're such a big deal!Gerd Schilling didn't tell him that, but it didn't sound much different to Robinhan.He thought he wouldn't care, but that wasn't the case, and he found himself suddenly bursting with anger amidst his boredom.

"But that's just me — that's just me, no one else. There's no need to make someone else pay for my views, and that's my motivational defense of not killing someone."

"You're determined to taste all you want while you're alive, aren't you?" said Gerd Schilling, "There's no judgment and no afterlife after death, so you can do all you want while you're alive. It’s like an interest-free loan with no maturities and no collateral, and any sane person would splurge.”

"Revelation?" Luo Binhan asked back.The hands on his shoulders were pulling him closer, and he staggered forward, closer to the source of the noise.His mouth seems to be no longer under his control: "You ask me what kind of enlightenment I can realize? What kind of shit can there be in it, all of this—"

Then he finally thought of calling for help.He should have called more people to help, or at least issued a warning, to make sure he was safe from such a strange thing.Immediately he dismissed the idea, because no matter how much he yelled, the first ones to arrive must be the members of NO.15.If the monster puts the power of its fingers on Yu Xiaorong's throat - that is a situation that cannot be assumed at all.So he lowered his head and slammed into the opponent, pushing him down in the grass.During this process, his shoulders were still clamped tightly, making it difficult for his arms to move.

Something is wrong here, said the image of Yu Xiaorong that remained in his head, but she was already almost lost in the roaring steam.Luo Binhan couldn't help but said, "I found...found...these are trivial things...not important..."

"Oh no, you have."

All plausible reasons seem to have been conceived after the action.At that moment, Luo Binhan couldn't tell whether he really had an idea or not.Instead of backing away, he lunged forward, trying to knock the thing that was making the noise to the ground.He punched the thing in the face first, and then the clear thought emerged: Hell, he couldn't let this thing in the house.

"That works for some people." Gerd Schilling said without blinking, "It works for those who have reasons to believe in these two things."

"Fuck you." Luo Binhan said instinctively.

Robinham wanted to say "I doubt it," but he realized that he would easily fall into the skeptical seat that Gerd Schilling had prepared for him.So he had to exaggerately shrug his shoulders: "I guess I'm the kind of person who can't taste eternity."

"Of course, when it jumps in front of me one day, I will believe it exists." He said coldly, "If it doesn't like to meddle in my business, I might invite it to live in my house. "

"You don't know what you're talking about," said Gerd Schilling, with contempt and sympathy in his tone. "It's only because of ignorance that you are fearless that you can speak like this. You don't know how to be in awe of the sublime and great things, so you dare to use such words." speaking of a world above ours. Sir, you don't know what you've lost."

Once again, Luo Binhan first imagined his exaggerated performance in his mind.He imagined himself whistling loudly and saying, "That's a wise word from a law enforcement guard!" But in reality, he was just dusting his spotless shoulders as the final step of the routine.

"Interesting, but I remember you claiming to be a person who doesn't believe in anything."

"What kind of trivial matter?" The man asked softly, "Is that really just a small matter to you? Can't we realize the enlightenment from the small things?"

Suddenly, Robinhan looked into the depths of Gerd Schilling's face, as if peeking at the inner texture of a sack through the pierce.He saw two completely different faces.Both faces were on Gerd Schilling's neck, neither side by side nor on top of each other.They were all in the same place, but he could see them at the same time: one of the young man's faces was haughty and scarred, and his eyes were empty like a corpse; Bones are visible beneath, and a sharp, frightening light shines from the depths of the pupil.

"What if one day you find out that God exists?" the policeman asked persistently, "If you find out that you are wrong, that you have failed him, and that you have to pay for what happened in life after you died, how are you going to live then? ? Does that make you start to believe something?"

When his clenched hand touched the wrinkled skin, it felt like fermented thin dough, and the bones inside seemed to be empty, with no weight at all.This extremely unhuman head was deformed by his blow, but he didn't feel any force, as if he had hit a flying plastic bag, and the light in his two pupils still faced each other without blinking. with him.What's the next step when something like this happens?Perhaps it was time to draw the weapon out.But he didn't bring anything that didn't belong on the ground, he left them in the apartment in Ihimi, like a person who goes on vacation and doesn't bother to bring the key card of the office.Thinking about it now, this may not be a smart decision, and it will even be a stupid decision.

"Resentment!" the other party whispered, "What makes you resentful?"

"Ah, well," whispered the open mouth in front of him, "you have a grudge, well, well. You hate the man of faith. You hate the most faithful hound, the most dutiful sons of yours, don't you? But what does that have to do with you? There must be a reason for it. What makes you resent so much? Who do you think has failed you? Speak up and let us know if your scorn is genuine .This is a necessary display, because without the devil and martyrdom, the world would not understand miracles."

The thing's head was deformed under his crooked fingers, but it showed no sign of pain.Two arms wrapped around his shoulders like a zombie, fingers dug into the flesh.It wanted to remove his arm, and Luo Binhan realized from the severe pain in his shoulder joint that if it were an ordinary person, this thing could really be done with ten fingers.The damp chill emanating between its fingers had soaked into his flesh, suggesting great danger and ominousness.

Luo Binhan shook off that cold and wet hand vigorously.With a splitting headache, he stared at what stood in front of him.The two faces overlapped, sometimes merged with each other, sometimes spliced ​​​​indiscriminately, and finally the young face that originally called itself Gerd Schilling disappeared like a mirage.When he watched with bone-piercing cold and fear, standing there was a scrawny old monster with piercing eyes.It was wearing police uniform, but not the right size, with sparse hair on its head and blood on its lips.The reflection that he once regarded as a garden night light came from the pupil of this object, like the dim light in the depths of the underworld.It spoke in a raspy voice, the noise he had taken for breath not so long ago.

The scorching heat has already overflowed from his mouth, nose, ears and eyes, and the inner pain has been transformed into a desire to vent it.He stared at the face of the man opposite, sometimes it was bloody in the light, and sometimes it was so dark that there were only outlines.The man's features were like a mirror image of himself in the mask of the flames in his skull.He stared at the other party, telling himself not to listen to that voice.Think about Yu Xiaorong.Think of the disappointed look in her eyes.Think of her voice yelling at him angrily.

He gritted his teeth, but his voice still squeezed out a little bit: "I, no, resent—"

"You..." The thing's throat swelled, "Your..."

When he spoke, Gerd Schilling, although he appeared to be listening, was still panting, which seemed to be a precursor to an asthma attack.Luo Binhan frowned and looked at him, thinking whether to call Yu Xiaorong in the room to contact the hospital.But Gerd Schilling's hand was still very strong, showing no sign of weakness.The man never let go of him.

Luo Binhan suddenly reached out and punched.

"He who believes will also taste the immortality of his soul."

Luo Binhan took a small step back.He wondered blankly why he had to tell such a policeman this.The other person was very rude, but he seemed to talk too much himself, especially if it wasn't all show talk.When he couldn't help releasing his hatred, part of his true thoughts were revealed to a stranger who had never met before.He could almost hear Yu Xiaorong's angry voice calling him an idiot in his head.She'd stand before him with her hips akimbo, her eyes gleaming—that's what you told him?Why do you trust this bastard so much?He is simply playing with you!

"I think what we're talking about is a theological thing," he said, "and it really has nothing to do with your job. But if you want to ask me how a person who doesn't believe in God can believe in morality, my take is that , it's about education and experience. Even atheists have family and friends, and then they realize they're willing to lose in a way. I can assure you, officer, that process doesn't necessarily involve God .”

"Listen..." the thing mumbled.Its eyes were misaligned due to the deformation of the face and almost joined together.The light in the pupil became more and more dazzling.Its appearance and voice were mingled with visions of Gerd Schilling.When Luo Binhan pressed on it and tried to insert his fingers into its eye sockets, those eyes squirmed on the face.Its mouth is two or three times wider than that of a normal person. The teeth inside are pointed, but there is a bottomless cavity behind the teeth.When the head shook and twitched at a frightening frequency, and every orifice on the face kept changing positions, Luo Binhan couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't put his finger into the other's mouth.

The thing tried to reach out and bite him.Luo Binhan threw his head back vigorously, pressed his knee against its abdomen, at least something soft and deep like mud, and then stretched out his hand to pinch its throat.He figured the thing might breathe, or he could try to pinch its head off.But as soon as he tried hard, the hands pinching his shoulders slipped down, crossed and clasped his arms, pulling his upper body down.Luo Binhan realized how close his face was to the two rows of sharp teeth, and immediately stepped back and exerted force, trying to get out from under the opponent's crossed arm locks, and immediately received another heavy kick on the stomach.

He slipped off the opponent.The thing had practiced fighting, he thought in a flash, it had practiced—but was it really Gerd Schilling?How could it pretend to be a policeman with a name?He had never seen a monster like this before, and perhaps it was coming for Jinghuang or Falke again.He should get Momolo.But the mobile phone is still charging in the room, not to mention that the distant water cannot save the nearby fire.If he was looking for help, it would be best to pick within Regenberg's range.

Only one person is best suited to deal with this.He stretched out his right foot on the ground, tripped the thing that had just stood up, then jumped up, grabbed the two ankles of the thing, and held it high to his chest.He almost lifted it upside down so that its back was facing his front, and only the horrible head rested on the uneven stone floor.In this way, it couldn't bite his hand, and it couldn't use too much strength, so it could only grab his calf with its waving arms.

While dodging the thing's arm, Luo Binhan dragged it out of the garden.He knew that if he did this, people on the second floor would definitely notice it, and even people in the living room would see it through the window, but he wasn't sure about holding such a thing to detour.He could only do it quickly and take it to the only person in Regenberg who could possibly help.That is Chen Wei's apprentice Onti Pierre.