I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

Chapter 26 Miko's Notes 2
Walking through the dark, damp corridor again, the dungeon appeared in front of me.

The cook deftly bent down and threw the bread, which was as hard as a rock, into it. The sound of walking was heard. Qiuli bent down and asked, "Who asked me for water last time?"

A timid voice sounded: "It's me, are you kind sister Qiuli?"

"You are very smart!" The last time the cook called her name, the girl remembered it.

"Hand over the bottle, you pour out the water in the bucket, I will fill the bottle with water, you pour it into the bucket, and transport it a few more times, this is clean water." Qiuli took out the water bottle on her back down.

There is no key, the iron railing is too high, and the food delivery port below is too short, it can only be delivered to the height of a bottle of water, so there is no way out after so many twists and turns.

In the dark dungeon came the sound of pouring water, and the sound of gnawing bread. Qiuli remained silent, filling the bottle and handing it in every time...

until the jug is empty.

"We're leaving, do you need anything else?" Qiuli asked softly.

"No need, thank you." The girl looked at her through the railing.

The cook took Qiuli out and said, "You can't look at them, they are weird, heretic, and will be demented!"

Qiuli: ...

The cook lived with the guard, and Qiuli walked back alone with the empty pot on her back.

In the empty corridor, there was an oil lamp hanging on the wall every few meters or so. The light of the oil lamp was flickering. She saw her shadow moving forward and backward, and she felt a little weird.

The rain fell again, hitting the ground with a "crash", and after a while, the whole church was enveloped by the sound of rain.

She was going to the kitchen to boil water to take a bath. She was sweating a lot today, and her underwear stuck to her body, which was very uncomfortable.

Qiuli went back to the small room to put down the empty pot. It was getting late, so she went to the kitchen.

In addition to the sound of rain, there were other sounds. She was stunned and had already pushed the kitchen door open a gap. Through the gap, she saw a man and a woman doing something unspeakable. the sound of.

She panicked, and was about to back out, when the woman turned her face sideways, and her half-closed eyes met her gaze.

Qiuli quickly backed away without hesitation.

The woman in the kitchen is Tracy. According to the cook, she is the owner of half of the land in this town, and her status is extremely noble.

A man, with blond hair and a thin back, Qiuli can guess who he is even with his eyes closed.

As soon as the door of the church opens tomorrow morning, just run away, it's too scary... Qiuli, Qiuli, it's okay to take a bath.

I just hope Trish didn't see her face clearly.

Qiuli hugged the pillow, listening to the sound of rainwater knocking from the small window, she just felt that everything here was so unreal.

I was nervous in the first half of the night, and finally couldn't handle it until the second half of the night. I fell asleep with my pillow in my arms.

Before dawn, she was awakened by knocking on the door. She sat up suddenly, and the rain outside the window did not know when it had stopped.

Qiuli had a bad premonition, and opened the door slowly. There were a nanny and two priests in black standing at the door.

"Take Qiuli away." Nanny's voice was indifferent, with a hint of understanding in her eyes.

"I... what crime have I committed?"

"Your affairs will be inquired by the bishop himself." The nun stopped her from asking, and then lowered her voice: "You can argue to him, the bishop is the most fair."

Mammy stepped aside and nodded to the priest in black. Her tall and fat figure stood in the shadow of the corridor, watching Qiuli being led out.

Qiuli was locked in the confessional of the church, restless, and a priest in black stood there expressionlessly at the door.

The bell rang three times in a row, which was the church's announcement to the public that a public trial was about to take place here.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, there were crowds of people outside the church in twos and threes, all of whom were residents of the town. It didn't take long for the small market to be full of spectators.

The ground was wet, and it didn't take long for the flow of people to trample the dirt out of the ground at the church gate.

There is no entertainment here, and the trial is the favorite thing for every townsman.

As soon as ten o'clock arrived, the church doors opened, and the townspeople flocked in.

Qiuli was brought to the trial seat.

Most of the people under the stage were dressed in rags, but their expressions were strangely excited, as if they were looking at a slaughtered lamb, and those eyes made her feel a little creepy.

She saw her cheap big brother Qiuxia at a glance, he was also in the crowd, he was tall, half a head taller than the people around him, very eye-catching, he looked at Qiuli anxiously, Qiuli moved away from him Looking at each other.

The bishop first gave a long list of teachings, and after a long time, at least Qiuli who was standing on the stage felt that life was like a year, and he finally mentioned Qiuli's crime: using witchcraft.

There was an uproar underneath, and Qiucia's shout came from the noise: "Impossible, my sister can't be witchcraft!"

The bishop patted the desk vigorously, and the surrounding voices fell silent.

The bishop's falcon-like eyes stared at the audience, and he gestured. A priest in black stood up and said, "I will give her a chance to defend herself and bring witnesses."

Qiuli saw the cook come in hesitantly from the side door, Qiuli's heart turned cold, and the cook avoided Qiuli's gaze.

"Witness, tell what you saw." The bishop looked sternly, scanning the cook.

"I'm in charge of delivering meals to the prisoners in the dungeon, but Qiuli must go with me these two days. I couldn't stand her request, so I agreed. I'm guilty." The cook's voice trembled .

"You continue to say that the Lord will forgive your sins." The archbishop's voice sounded again.

The cook seemed to have a backbone, and her face showed a trace of determination and fanaticism: "On the first night, she secretly handed a bottle to the witch, and on the second night, she brought a lot of water and put it in the bottle and gave it to the witch. And look directly at the witch!"

A priest in black stepped forward and placed a bottle on the bishop's desk.

The bishop turned the bottle around and looked at the mouth of the bottle again. The cap was red with a letter: M printed on it.

He looked at Qiuli coldly: "How do you explain, I have never seen this thing before, are you using it to impart witchcraft?"

"Ridiculous! This is an ordinary plastic bottle!" Qiuli argued in her mouth, but her heart skipped a beat. Has plastic not been invented in this world yet?

The bishop knocked hard on the desk: "Your defense is invalid! There are witnesses and physical evidence, and I pronounce: Qiuli is guilty!"

1 grass and mud horses stepped in Qiuli's heart. Before she could continue to argue, her arms were already supported by two priests in black, one on the left and the other on the right. In the confusion, she heard Qiucia looking at her Crying: "You are not guilty, I will appeal, you are not guilty!"

The voice was quickly drowned in the noisy voices of the crowd.

Qiuli was locked in a dungeon, and the only thing she was lucky about was that she was not shackled.

She had thought about countless crimes, but she never thought it would be this one. The informer was actually the cook, and she was really careless in making friends. The timing of this arrest was too coincidental.

Although the straw on the stone platform above the ground in the dungeon has changed color, it is still regarded as a treasure by several women. At night, these at least can prevent the body from losing heat too quickly.

Yesterday she was a giver, but today, she is a prisoner just like them.

After staying in the dungeon for a long time, he must be as numb as they are, turning a deaf ear to the surrounding environment.

Under the weak light on the stone platform, everyone was lying in a mess, all skinny and indifferent to the new members who joined suddenly.

One of the girls saw her appearance clearly, and suddenly stood up with a hoarse voice: "Is it sister Qiuli?!"

"Oh, it's me." Qiuli sighed and sat down on the empty space of the stone platform.

"I knew that nothing good would happen if my water bottle was searched early in the morning!" The girl was about 17 or 8 years old, her hair was knotted and pulled back behind her ears, revealing a dirty face.

"It's all my fault." She squatted barefoot under Qiuli's body and began to cry.

"It has nothing to do with you, it's just that the big shot wants to get rid of me."

A woman in the corner next to her sat up and said coldly, "They always do this."

Her speech and temperament are completely different from hers.

She has a haggard face, dirty and disheveled hair, and a pretty face. She is about 30 years old, and the way she speaks shows that she has received a good education.

"My name is Qiuli, what do you call my sister?" Qiuli looked at the woman in front of her.

"I used to be called Eudora, but now they call me Miko." The woman lifted up a strand of hair that was hanging down on the wall, the oil lamp hanging on the wall, the faint light illuminated Qiuli's face, her eyes shrank, a little helpless She looked at Qiuli in confidence.

"You're not like us," she whispered.

She stretched out her slender and weak arms, and gently touched her face with her palm: "Your fate is tortuous and long..."

(End of this chapter)