Chapter Two hundred and ninety chapter Messiah 3

    A boy was cut off his throat, he lost his gun when he fell down, his hands vainly holding the wound of the cockroach, blood rushing out, like A broken faucet; his companion is worse than him, the wound is very wide, the esophagus and the trachea, the gray-white vertebrae are very neatly disconnected, only a few millimeters thick skin is connected, his head is straight on his shoulders It was crumbling, not so much that it was cut off the neck, but it was cut off, his gun fell to the ground, and he took the fire and hit the abdomen of his companion. At the moment, in front of Hopkins, only the boy who shouted "Dad", the ghoul gently grabbed his hair, like grabbing a panicked kitten - the other hand Climbing up from the boy's lower jaw branches, his fingers are slender and reminiscent of the spider's feet, the palms are large, covering almost half of the face of the prey, the thumb and middle finger clasped the braided protrusions, and the nails are deep. Deeply embedded in the skin of the young, flexible, smooth and white skin, then - can be said to be pleasant and easy, the boy's lower half of the face was torn off.

    The whole process is so fast, and so quiet, the victim did not even figure out what happened during the moment, "Say goodbye with your father." Hopkins said, helping him turn to his father, the part that has been out of the original position is pulled in front of the throat, swaying, bones - from the ridges to the bulge, teeth, muscles , soft tissue, mucous membrane, skin, nerves, blood vessels - three-dimensional, clear and vivid, like a small display stand commonly used in medical schools, spewing out, deep red fresh blood exudes a rich honey fragrance, wet white Shirts and floor tiles of the same color.

    The boy saw a hard, cold face in the hospital light.

     Perhaps only God can know if the pace and thoughts of the black priests have stopped for a short time - even if it can only be calculated in milliseconds, but at least in others In the eyes, the new "obstacle" did not affect him. The standard 9-foot hospital corridor was wide enough. Just after hearing a screaming cry - the Madonna is on, finally someone understands what happened to him... The priest involuntarily licked it, from the intestines to the ear, that is his favorite one. The boy, who is also his heir, is precisely because of this, the boy who has grown up with his father, uncle and grandfather, or the grandfather who robbed the girl was not driven out because of all kinds of ridiculous crimes - he got very Good care, full education, and enough care for other children. Also enjoy the privileges granted by some fathers. From the soul to the flesh, he is like a apple that grows in a transparent mold set, growing in the same way as his father and the older generation expected. He is about to mature, and the priest expects to see his future – a constant future.

    He did not think about whether the child still had a save. Bai Yancheng’s rights center will not accept a sinner who is defiled by the dark, and the cost of treatment must be considerable. With this cost, he can re-enter a young new wife and give birth to a more perfect and healthy boy.

    But the biggest loss has already been caused. He spent 16 years of precious time, the money spent on the boy, and his two sisters, the boy's wife, a 19-year-old, a 23-year-old. Only married last year, in Baiyancheng, the value of women is very low. The widow's worth is not comparable to a female goat.

    Anger is as real as it is, in the blood of the priest, he wants to seize the smashing thing that ruined his son, lashing him and tearing him away. Burned his flesh and bones and sent him back to his hometown. Of course, if possible, the priest would never mind letting him first see and feel the hell of the world. Five hundred years, closed land, rigorous thinking, and demanding education are enough for them to develop a perfect set. A sophisticated criminal law system.

    Anthony Hopkins flew in front of him, like a slightly solid shadow, like a gray-white bat, passing through The atrium, then continue along the corridor, what is ahead? Oh, yes, there is a window there, and there is a thick wood outside the window.

    After a few times, the priest almost stepped on the shadow of Hopkins, and he followed closely and wholeheartedly, not finding the entire corridor at all. Only two of them are left. They are too fast, and the focus of Heyman Stronga is not here yet. The most common people here are ordinary people. Although they all have guns and knives, they can only deal with them or are more vulnerable. People.

    They have been able to see the window, the outside is so dark, the window is like a mouth that has been pulled out of the teeth.

    "St. Jacques!" The priest shouted the name of the saint in a loud voice, praying that his saints could help him overcome the devil in front of him, not paying attention to himself and Tang Yan’s father cleverly coincided (Don’s father once called the name of this saint in the war), he was closer than Anthony Hopkins – he caught him – his fingers were worn Through the clothes, the soft wool shirt disappeared a large piece, and his fingertips could even feel the warmth of the skin.

    Unbelievable! He really caught Anthony Hopkins.

    But this is not the case!

    If--he said that if everything is normal, the devil’s body should have disappeared completely under his touch, as if it were cut by an invisible knife. There are countless small pieces that are difficult to identify with the naked eye - he did not choose the chest but the shoulder is the reason. The hybrid that killed his son is not eligible for a quick and happy death.

    The priest’s finger is not strong and hard, his ability gives him too much refuge, he rarely uses a gun, and he never carries a knife with him. A person who has received the generous gift of the Lord does not need to do any physical work. His palm is softer and whiter than most women.

    The speed of thought is not as fast as people think, this time is enough for Anthony to catch the priest's fingers and turn them to another direction, corpse The ghost is concentrating on doing this. The great power extends from the fingertips to the arm. It is instinctive. The priest leans in the direction that Hopkins expects. He loses his balance, his arm is lifted by the enemy, and his back hits. On the ground, one foot gently reached over and stepped on his throat. The cartilage ring under the larynx pressed the trachea and the air was isolated.

    The priest leaned on the hard ground and couldn’t move. The intense pain and terrible suffocation made him want to be screamed by the beast of the electric shock.

    "Sorry," Anthony Hopkins said bluntly: "I think I probably need a bit of meat."
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    Sasha can feel that someone is feeding him water before he opens his eyes.

    Use a very light metal spoon, the kind of mother feeding the baby, the water is warm, salty, and each drop is infiltrated with heavy Roses, but this is definitely not a flower lotion. No kind of flower lotion will have a bloody taste.

    Sasha opened his eyes and the spoon immediately withdrew. He tried to move and his body was still in a wonderful, pleasant exhaustion.

    The vision in front of the eyes gradually became clear, and a face with a handsome face appeared in front of him, and the dark gray eyes reflected the little Sasha. Pukins, the concern inside is unquestionable, with a little eagerness.

    “Do you think it is okay?” Heyman asked. He put the cup back on the small table beside the bed and then helped Sasha get up from the bed.

    The clothes on Sasha were all replaced, at least he remembered that he was absolutely not wearing pajamas made of thin linen before fainting, and the edges of the clothes were gold. The small m-shaped embroidered lines are closed with fine pleats – although the wrinkles caused by sleep have made them no longer so prominent. He lifted his arm and smelled it and confirmed that he had been washed.

    He was a little dizzy at first, but Heyman took the water, the one who just fed him. He felt a lot better when he drank a little more. It can be said that Better than before.

    He stood up and walked two steps in the room. There were not many furniture in the room, only the bed, a closet, a writing desk and a chair. High, it seems a bit empty, there is no window, I don't know if it is day or night.

    The color of the furniture is the same as the wall panel, which is dyed walnut, which is similar to black, which looks a bit gloomy, perhaps because of this, here There are many unimaginable small round roses, only pink and white, the flowers are very fresh, the flowers are golden, the white petals are not even shrinking, and there are no broken leaves and fallen flower buds.

    There are no tapestries and paintings on the walls, perhaps because the bed in the whole room is enough to satisfy anyone’s desire for decoration - Venice in the 17th century Style, mahogany, wide enough to accommodate three or four adults while comfortably sleeping on top, luxuriously decorated, four beautifully carved bed posts supporting purple and black bed covers, and a stepped pedestal under the bed. Sasha stared at it and saw that it was a fine altar rather than a bed.

    I only hope that I am not the black sheep that was taken to sacrifice, Sasha thought.

    Hyman. Stronga has always maintained good patience, neither urging nor speaking.

    "So," Sasha said, "What do you want me to do?"

     The light in the room was not very bright, but it was enough for Sasha to see Heyman’s face. The expression on his face suddenly became very strange. It was both sad and irritated, or stunned. The desperate hope of being a gambler... The young elder took a step forward and then knelt down - piously kneeling on his knees, then kneeling down and kissing Sasha's bare feet.