At night, the church is brightly lit and candles are burning quietly. The melted wax oil flows down the steps and solidifies. As the evening breeze blows, it is like the sea surface under the setting sun, with ripples and sparkling waves.

In the narrow confessional room, Boluogo lowered his head and whispered.

"Father, the souls of good people go to heaven, and the souls of evil people go to hell, right?"

Not long after, a kind voice came from the other end.

"Of course, kid."

Bologna and the priest were separated by a thin layer of black gauze. In the dim light, their faces were blurred and it was impossible to distinguish each other's appearance.

"Is that so? That's great."

Hearing the priest's affirmation, Boluogo nodded, feeling relieved.

"I have a friend."

When talking about her, a smile flashed across Boluogo's blank face, but it soon turned cold again.

"She is not the kind of 'friend' who is used to hide herself, she is a real person and she can be regarded as my only friend.

After I was released from prison a year ago, I stood at the door of the prison. I was confused for a while and didn't know where to go. Then I saw her. Although I hadn't seen her for a long time, I recognized her at a glance.

She took me home and took care of me all the time. She was very nagging before... After becoming an old lady, she was even more nagging and talked about me endlessly every day..."

Boluogo opened his chatterbox and started talking nonstop, while the priest listened quietly.

"She would scold me when I slept without a quilt, and she would scold me if I didn't eat breakfast, and even if I stayed up late, sometimes I would retort, 'Are you my mother?', and she would act like she was taking advantage of her.

Laughing and continuing to talk."

Boluogo couldn't help but smile. When he heard this, the priest on the other end of the black veil also laughed, and the laughter of the two people echoed in the narrow space.

"I lived in her house for a while, sleeping on the sofa in the living room. Her children would come home to see her from time to time. Probably because I had been in prison, her children didn't like me, and she was a

As an old lady, she always suspects that I am planning something nefarious, such as intending to use her family property."

Having said this, Boluogo shook his head.

"In order not to affect their family harmony, I later moved out and visited her whenever I had free time. She said that I was like her unrelated child... and she took advantage of me."

The woman's face gradually emerged in Boluogo's mind. It was an old face. Time had destroyed all her beauty, but she could still faintly see her former beauty between the shriveled skin and wrinkles.

Listening to his story, the priest nodded slightly and smiled.

"A close friend? Sounds great."

"Yes, she is such a good person. She was willing to take me in when I was helpless. I even joked with her before, saying that I would be her lover to repay this kindness. She shook her head and said

She and I stood together, more like mother and son than lovers."

Boluogo raised his head, seeing only the deep darkness, and murmured to himself.

"Such a good man should have a happy death, right? On a sunny morning..."

He took a deep breath, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold, as if he was wearing a mask, his face expressionless.

"Father, I want to confess to you about her death and the atrocities I did after her death."

His voice was calm and without any emotion.

The words were like a spell, and an unknown chill hit the priest's heart. He looked nervously at the other side of the black veil, but could only see a blurry outline.

In a daze, he had an inexplicable feeling, as if Bologo on the other side of the confessional was no longer a human being, but some kind of indescribable existence.

Full of evil, ferociousness, and deceit...

"About a month ago, one sunny morning, she went out for a walk as usual, but this time she didn't come back. When she was found, she was already dead, and her body fell in a dark alley, with all the blood on her body

Jewelry and money were looted."

The joy just now was gone, and Boluogo's eyes were empty, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"An ordinary robbery case...that's what the sheriffs said. Father, you also know this ghost place in Opos. Order and chaos coexist in this city. Robbery is very common. She is just a little unlucky. In the sun

Such an unlucky thing happened on a bright morning.

I thought it was like this at first. On the way to the morgue, I thought about a lot of things, such as how to find the damn robber, and how to make him realize that death is also a luxury at certain moments.

…”

Boluogo's voice paused and continued.

"I saw her body in the morgue. Her body was cold and her expression was peaceful, as if she had fallen asleep. The doctor said she was too old and hit her head and died. This is how many elderly people die.

.

At first I accepted the cause of death, but soon I discovered something. There were traces of 'condensation' on her body, and her soul... had been taken away."

The priest's expression froze, like a cold stone sculpture, and Boluogo laughed softly. The narrow confessional was like a prison at the moment, locking him and the priest together.

In other words, the priest was forced to be locked up with him.

"You know? Father, my boss said that souls are real, so in the story, the devils who long for souls also exist. They are hiding in dark corners, promising all kinds of good things.

To tempt mortals to sacrifice their souls."

Boluogo suddenly started talking about something else, his voice was very soft, as if he was telling an ulterior secret.

"Some people sacrifice their entire soul to the devil in a transaction, and from then on there will be a constantly collapsing hole in their heart - the place where the soul was supposed to be.

The void is like a whirlpool that swallows everything, eating away at human reason bit by bit.

In the unbearable pain, they become more and more crazy and hungry, until they devour the souls of others, thus filling the hole in their hearts and temporarily relieving the tormenting hunger."

I don't know when the confessional room became completely quiet, and only the sound of Boluogo's narration was left, and there was nothing else.

"Condensation is a method of condensing souls, solidifying the emptiness of souls into entities, so as to interfere, just like the so-called philosopher's stone, the elixir of death... This is not a robbery, this is a murder case that robs the soul, a murder case that robs the soul.

Extraordinary crime.”

Boluogo's voice trembled, not with fear, but with excitement, violent excitement.

"I found the gang members who roamed the area, pulled out their teeth, broke their bones, and cut off their fingers one by one... It was really tiring work, but luckily I got a name,

I followed the name and found another guy.

He is a pharmacist who sells various banned drugs on the black market, tortures him, interrogates him, and then gets the next name.

Thugs, ringleaders, smugglers, bribed sheriffs...

Next one, next one..."

Accompanying Burlogo's narration in the silence was the clear sound of the pointer. After each syllable dissipated, the pointer sounded a small, advancing sound.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick... the speed gradually increased, as if falling into a black vortex, people were wailing feebly, being dragged and swallowed by it, and returned to the darkness.

Pressure built up in the priest's heart, and cold sweat covered his forehead.

Until at a certain moment, Boluogo finally stopped. He smiled casually and ended this crazy narration.

"Forget it, I won't go into details. In short, it was a bit boring and mechanical work. In the end, I got a list from the hands of a dead man."

Boluogo moved his eyes slowly and looked at the other end of the black veil.

"Father, do you know Adele Doveland?

There was no sound to respond after the black veil, only bursts of low and gentle sounds, like the crash of a glacier when it cracked, or the restlessness of young shoots pushing through the soil.

Boluogo waited quietly. For some reason, there was always a very strong scent of incense in the church, even in the confessional, but soon he smelled a fishy smell from the incense.

A scream sounded.

The sharp finger bones broke through the flesh, like a blood-stained sharp knife, tearing the black gauze of the partition into pieces, slashing along Boluogo's face, and nailing it into the wooden board behind him.

Boluogo turned his head and looked in the direction of the priest. A thin red line extended along his cheek, and then blood flowed from it.

The stench of blood filled the air, like some kind of exciting medicine, and there were waves of gasping sounds.

Boluogo looked indifferent and stared at the priest, or rather the devil, in front of him with an expressionless expression.

"You shouldn't have found this."

Darkness enveloped the priest's body, and a twisted sound came from his throat.

The priest can smell the smell of the soul, the sweet, intoxicating and crazy smell that spreads through the blood. Just smelling such delicious food can relieve the empty hunger in his heart.

But after it is relieved, there will be an even greater desire.

"A devil can't be a priest."

Boluogo said coldly.

The priest did not respond, but let out a hoarse and weird laugh.

It is not worried about the secret being leaked, as long as it kills Boluogo.

Eat Boluogo's soul, then break his body into thousands of pieces, and throw it into the gray mist of the Great Rift... as always.

"Father Doron, why does your name appear on that list?"

Boluogo raised his head and saw the priest's ferocious face. His facial features were completely distorted, and there was no look of kindness at all. He was like a wild beast killing its prey. His breathing was heavy and intense, and his pupils were bloodshot.

Scarlet.
To be continued...