Chapter 268 Degrading to Humanity

The unknown dark blue paint on the boy's face outlines some kind of religious patterns. Those patterns have been lost in the history of human civilization for a long time. Even today, even the most knowledgeable scholars cannot understand their meaning.

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"I saw the link in him."

He stared at Vidya Gandhi with his surly gray single eye. The cloudy lens in his single eye was like a flowing galaxy - a flowing, broken, chaotic and dim galaxy.

"One points to the moon, one points to the outside world, one only wants to see the imperial capital, and one points to the deep sea... The fate of countless stars is intertwined in his frail body, and he is just an ordinary person in his twenties. This is abnormal.

Yes, we must be vigilant..."

Vidya Gandhi saw him starting to talk nonsense again, and her inner fear once again increased.

"you……"

As soon as she said a word, he suddenly said violently: "Call me my real name!"

She murmured: "Kieran...I will be able to complete the enrollment process soon. After that, do you need to enter the class and stay with those mortals?"

He stared at her with one eye for a long time, then the anger on his face disappeared and he retreated into the darkness.

After a while, a voice came from the darkness:

"Yes, I am a member of your race. I am a human being. I am a carbon-based life that is firmly remembered by the world, Kiran Khan."

A few more seconds passed, and another voice came from the darkness.

"I need you to prepare a pair of double-framed single-lens glasses, a white eye patch, a missionary school uniform, a casual suit worn by workers in the lower city...and a live chicken. I need the live chicken tonight."

Vidya Gandhi agreed: "As you command."

The voice in the darkness was indifferent and emotionless: "Finally, I need you to put me and the few people he recommended into the same class. Even during work-study, we must be put into the same group."

Vidya Gandhi felt a lot of pressure, but it was not something she couldn't do, so she agreed again: "I understand, I will do it."

The voice in the darkness seemed to have lost interest and became extremely low:

"Leave."

Vidya Gandhi exited the dark passage and returned to her apartment.

The moment she closed the secret door, she seemed to hear a deep voice echoing in the corridor.

"Master William...where are you..."

The resentment in the voice frightened her, and she didn't dare to continue listening, so she immediately closed the closet door.

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Chen Yan was sitting on the steam bus, touching several registration forms in his pocket, thinking, where can he find some children of the same age as Nuomi Guo?

He didn't want Vidya Gandhi to know about his relationship with Nuomiguo. In order to conceal Nuomiguo's identity, he had to find a few more children to cover up.

Even if these children are hard to find, they must be found.

Let's go back and discuss this matter with Nuomi Guo.

He put away his thoughts, listened to the whistle that signaled "arrival", got out of the car, and stepped on the Birmingham Street Bird District bus stop that had been trampled clean and almost free of snow.

Birmingham Street is where a considerable part of the middle class in Yanam City gathers, and the taxes paid by the residents here account for a considerable part of the tax revenue of Yanam City.

Therefore, the steam bus company controlled by the municipal government built as many as 12 bus stops on the entire Birmingham Street to facilitate the commuting of the middle class, and introduced three bus lines here.

Compared with the three pitiful bus stops on Walker Street, at least the residents on Birmingham Street don't have to commute.

Chen Yan got off the bus at the Feiniao District bus stop. What came into view were two neat rows of three-story villas. There was a rather exquisite fountain in the square outside the villas, and beside the fountain, there was a painted

wooden road sign.

One of the pieces points to the "Chapel of Andier".

’ Hey, you’ve actually named the church after yourself?

Is he... distinguishing his church from the traditional choir church?

Hey, his heart is so cruel.’

Chen Yan walked on the street where the snow had been swept away at 6 o'clock in the morning and was cleaned every half hour. Following the fingerprints on the road signs, he walked through the dense villas and passed through a street where lion grass grew wildly.

Next to the small park, passing by a popular pedestrian street, we finally came to a quite tall banyan tree at the end of the pedestrian street.

He looked at the low multi-story chapel next to the banyan tree, and a thought came to his mind:

'Isn't the banyan tree a tropical tree species? How can it be found in a cold zone like Yanan City?'

He looked at the huge and dense light blue crown of the banyan tree, and another thought came to him:

'The temperature has been basically below freezing these past few nights. Isn't this banyan tree not damaged by the frost? It's really strange.'

This abnormal phenomenon aroused his vigilance. The strange things happening in Miskatonic University were vividly visible to him, and he was really scared.

While hesitating, he raised his head and carefully looked at the outside of the chapel.

The chapel as a whole showed a strong early imperial architectural style. When Chen Yan looked up, he could see at a glance a large two-story roof with a spire and a chimney, as well as a double sloping roof with sloping ridges on both sides of the large roof.

, and finials and balustrades with double sloping edges.

The entire roof was painted with black paint, which shone brightly in the sun.

Under the roof → most of the area above the first floor of the building is hidden in the huge canopy of the banyan tree, and even the windows cannot be seen clearly.

On the first floor of the entire chapel stands a semi-circular arched door, and a row of stained glass windows depicting the legendary deeds of the choir.

Chen Yan made a rough estimate based on the height of the first floor of the chapel. The entire church was estimated to have at least 7 floors.

'This small church is really not small... Hey, or should I say, is it because the choir is too rich?'

At this time, the first floor under the canopy of the banyan tree is when the crowds in front of the church are the most crowded——

A series of prayers on Sunday have ended, and believers have left the church. In the end, those who need to confess will be left. They will sit on the benches in the church, waiting for all other believers to leave, and then enter the priest's confession room.

Repent for your “evil deeds”.

Chen Yan waited for the crowd to gradually get smaller and walked into the church on the yellow and white marble floor. He saw that there were not many penitents still sitting on the benches.

He just came to sit down not far from the confessional and waited for a moment. When it was his turn next, he suddenly heard high-pitched crying coming from the confessional.

"It's my fault! I shouldn't have sold those rotten meats to mobile vendors! It was me who killed them! Oh... I'm guilty!"

Another serious voice also raised its pitch.

"Do you think the Holy Light can forgive your sins? If the Holy Light forgives your sins, what about the people who died because of your sins?"

Of course the man couldn't answer.

"Since you don't know, then go and ask the people you killed what they should do before they are willing to forgive you and then come back to me."

As soon as the words fell, a deafening gunshot was heard.

"Boom!"

In Chen Yan's horror, the sound of flesh falling downwards was heard in the secret compartment of the confession room.

This! Is there a death pit under this confessional?!

Before his shock was over, the serious voice in the confession room sounded again.

"Next person."
Chapter completed!