The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

On the back of Alice's hand, a handkerchief was tied, and two spots of blood slowly spread through the handkerchief. Bayi Chinese? ■? ■ Net. www.81zw.com? Zac stroked Alice's arm and led her into the church.

The creaking sound of the floor moved in the footsteps of Zac and Alice, a very old church. The gray-yellow wooden seat has a small amount of patent leather that has not yet fallen off, curled up, and someone will walk and break it. Through the faded painted windows, tiny dust floats in the light, giving the angel statue erected by the wall holding a sword alive.

Several nuns quickly walked through the window. Zac lowered the brim and blocked the sunlight. He saw them enter the cleric's work area behind the church, opened and closed the door, and the figure of the female nurse and the priest passed away. The female nurse is discussing the funeral with the clergy.

"so quiet."

At the forefront, the one-person cross was standing in midair, the arms of the ‘Son of Son’ on the cross were spread out, there was pain on the side of the face, and the look of ‘his’ looked at the sentient beings in front of him with mercy.

Below the cross, a row of lighted candles dim the statue above.

Mrs. Quinn sat back in front of the door of the church, sitting alone in front of the candle, slightly raised her head to look at the statue of the Son of Atonement. I should have heard the voice of the two coming in and said, "How long has it been? I haven't seen such a quiet church in a long time."

Zach approached the altar and lit a candle. "It's always so quiet here. Time gives it a different meaning from other churches."

"What's the point?" Mrs. Quinn turned to look at Zac who had just drawn the cross on her chest.

"Atonement. Mrs. Quinn." Zach turned and explained.

The expression on Mrs. Quinn's face was relieved, and she nodded and looked back at the statue of Saint Child.

What Zac said is not bad, most church decorations are not so solemn. The statues on the altar are mostly nurtured by the cross or the Virgin in the arms of the Son, and there will be no crucifixion of the adult Son. After all, the story of the crucifixion of the Son is too cruel for ordinary people.

This church is close to the cemetery owned by Grande in the east and the First Prison in Barton City in the west. This environment has changed its function from giving hope to ordinary believers to guiding sinners to atonement. Some atmosphere and style. August 1 ■ Chinese? Text ★ Net. ww.81zw.com ●

I once asked a vampire if he had the ability to reverse time and could return to this day. In this church representing atonement, would he make different decisions and make everyone's life trajectory completely different? the way? The vampire was silent for a while and smiled. He replied: "Unfortunately, I have no ability to reverse time."

"Mrs. Quinn, I know that it might be impolite to ask, but, I want to ask: Are you guilty, Mrs. Quinn?" Zach turned Mrs. Quinn's wheelchair and turned her indulging in the Crucifixion of the Son facing her .

Mrs. Quinn looked at Zac, who squatted down, her dry, wrinkled lips slightly open, perhaps affected by the environment: "I am guilty."

Alice closed the door behind the altar, leaning her thin body against some rotten door. Now, they do n’t want anyone to bother.

The light green in the vampire's eyes disappeared and was replaced by red: "Now, Mrs. Quinn, confess your sins before the Son."

The will was distorted, and Mrs. Quinn used her dry voice to describe a scam that lasted for two decades!

It all started with a family scandal witnessed by a minor child! And this child is now Pooch! The young Poki and the sudden explosion of war made the truth obscured. With the influence of the war, the Quinn and his wife started the cause of orphans and disabled soldiers, transferred public opinion, and preserved the status and wealth of Quinn.

As Pooch grew up, the Quinn couple's control of the once young children became weaker and weaker. The contradiction between ancestors and grandchildren is getting more and more fierce. When the Quinn couples realize that they will eventually withdraw from this world, they begin to use their last resort to restrain the increasingly wild Bourges—heritage.

When Mrs. Quinn finished all this, Zac breathed a sigh of relief, because strictly speaking, Mrs. Quinn was not a sinner!

"Mrs. Quinn, is your legacy really left to Pooch?"

Mrs. Quinn was a little confused. She didn't know why she said this. She looked up and looked at the statue of the Son, perhaps the atmosphere here. Eight ◆ ■ one ▼ Chinese ◆ net. ww.8.11zw.com ★ However, since it has already been said, there is no need to keep it. After all, she also understands that she does not have much time. Maybe she can come to such a church before her death. a chance!

"Of course not! He is not worthy of having these. I may not be a respectable person, but the industry of" Quin "is really great! Boqi, not worthy!" Mrs. Quinn was a little angry and helpless. At least according to the current direction, Poki will not let any lawyer approach her, which also means that she cannot change her will!

"So, I think I can help you." Zack smiled.

"Humph." Mrs. Quinn snorted and seemed to be amused by Zac: "How are you going to help me? Are you qualified to testify? Will you delay this funeral as much as possible, just to help me!"

Mrs. Quinn held out her dry hand, as if she wanted to fiddle with the wheel of the wheelchair to continue to face the statue of the Son. I have just confessed my ‘sin’ and now I should pray and ask for forgiveness.

Zach watched Mrs. Quinn's movements and helped her turn her wheelchair.

"I can help you delay, but I don't need your time to do more," Zac said.

After finishing the cross, Mrs. Quinn put her hands on her chest and said lightly, "I know, maybe three days, maybe one day, maybe today."

"Can I ask, what's wrong with Mrs. and Mr.?" Zac stood beside the wheelchair and took off his gloves.

"I don't know." Mrs. Quinn said calmly: "At first it was just an obscure mole, and then it was transferred to the bones and internal organs, and the doctor said that something was eating our bodies. Perhaps it was our sins punishment."

Zac shook his head, "Mrs. Quinn, I don't think you have done the crime. Covering the family scandal is a human instinct. Even if this is a sin, the good deeds you and Mr. Quinn have made up for all this. "

"You don't need to comfort my dying old lady." Mrs. Quinn waved her hand.

"I don't mean to comfort you. I'm telling the truth." Zach walked to the altar. The half-height stone pillar was recessed in the middle. In the white stone basin, the clear holy water could not reflect the shadow of bloodshed.

Zac rolled up his sleeves and bit his finger back to Mrs. Quinn.

"For a long time, people believed that holy water could make all evil manifest." Zac reached out and took the cup from Alice, held a cup of holy water, and bloodied fingers crossed the eaves of the cup, "If Mrs. Quinn insists on thinking I'm guilty, I don't know. Is the wife willing to prove it? "

Zac handed the cup to Alice, regardless of the unhealed wound, and put on gloves. Why is there no healing? Everyone will know right away.

Mrs. Quinn looked at the glass from Alice with confusion. The holy water in it was not very clear, just like diluted whiskey.

Seeing Mrs. Quinn hesitating, Alice tucked the cup into Mrs. Quinn ’s hand, and pressed the thin palm to hold Mrs. Quinn ’s hand holding the cup. The handkerchief on the back of her hand had been untied, and two red marks were printed on the white On the skin, "Madam, drink it!"

Mrs. Quinn nodded helplessly, smiled at Alice, lifted the glass and drank.

I can't describe the feelings of Mrs. Quinn to everyone, because, facing the reality, such a busy philanthropist does not have time to sit down face-to-face with me, wasting an afternoon to tell the story. However, I can spoil you with a short article in "1oo Vampire Blood Usage".

When a memory or event is too long and the time span is too large, it takes too long to tell. You can let the vampire bite you lightly, then cut the finger of the vampire, pretend to take his blood, and feed it to the person you want to tell, so that you do n’t need to say a word, the narrative is complete! Note: This process should not be too long, because the vampire ’s wound will not heal before the blood carrying events and memories has found a carrier. You do n’t want to let the vampire hunger because of too much blood loss, and bite you more. ! Remember! ——The blood of the matter.

So, for Mrs. Quinn, I can only take it with a vague sentence.

Mrs. Quinn, she put down the cup, first confused, then suddenly, then angry, and finally, she finally pushed away the wheelchair behind her, broke the cup in her hand, and stared at the Saint in front of her with her fists clenched. Good Friday Statue!

"Pochi !!"

Zach quickly walked behind Mrs. Quinn and lifted the wheelchair. Alice supported Mrs. Quinn who had not been standing alone for a long time. With the two people working together, she pushed Mrs. Quinn back in the wheelchair.

"What's wrong with Mr. Boque Quinn?" Zach asked with raised eyebrows.

Mrs. Quinn's eyes widened and many emotions flashed in her eyes, but she couldn't ask: "How did you do it ?!"

"What do you do?" Zac put on an expression that he didn't understand: "Did Mrs. Quinn see anything? Did the holy water really give her any inspiration?" Zach smiled slightly, "I always thought it was just a legend Well. Legend has it that Shengshui also has the ability to heal wounds. I do n’t know how Madam feels now? "

Mrs. Quinn was silent. She tried to find a clue in Zac's eyes, but she saw nothing. Mrs. Quinn closed her eyes and opened her eyes again for a long time: "You said, you can help me, then, tell me, what do you want?"

The vampire's mouth is light, and talking with smart people is a very pleasant thing. Mrs. Louise, Kim, Quinn, they are all smart people. After encountering common and unexplainable events, they did not panic, but reflected. Louise immediately sought refuge, Kim proposed cooperation, and Mrs. Quinn was smarter, and she saw with rich experience that this was a deal.

"I want you and your friends. As you can see, the industry of Grand House is desolate, and we need stable customers." Zach's light green eyes have been bent.

Did you think of it? When Zac saw the group of wealthy elderly in the parlor [Grand Funeral Home] in the parlor, he got the idea that the traditional funeral industry is dying, fortunately, hesitating between the trend and the tradition The old generation of rich people are also dying. If Zac wants to continue to maintain the Grand House, he needs these people to hesitate and choose tradition ...

Mrs. Quinn's eyes narrowed, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hehehe. Funny guy, let me see the truth and treat me to continue my influence among my friends?"

Zac smiled and shook his head: "No, Mrs. Quinn, don't put the miracle of the Son on me. I can't afford it."

"A miracle?" Mrs. Quinn nodded and returned her **** hands to pat Zach's shoulder: "So, deal."

"Deal!" Zac took Mrs. Quinn's palm.