Chapter 34 Dolls with souls and invited dead souls

Speaking of Lawrence, Wilson looked obviously uncomfortable.

"Maybe we can change the subject again."

He didn't care whether Chen Yan agreed or not, he just looked at the sky:

"It's almost dawn, Mr. Chen, I'm going to get off work. I've gained some results from my hunting tonight. This is my first opening in a month."

He looked to the other side of the public platform and said:

"Let me see other prey."

Chen Yan realized instantly that he was referring to the missionary who died on the other side of the bus stop.

Wilson walked down, Chen Yan lowered his head and looked at his back, only to see two things hanging on his back.

Those are two heads.

One is Uncle San's head. There is no hair on the head, the skin on the entire head has completely turned into snake scales, and the huge skull is also transforming into a real snake shape.

The other one is William who just escaped by pretending to be a corpse.

William is not completely dead.

His mouth faced Chen Yan, opening and closing.

Wilson took two steps forward, as if he remembered something, turned around and said to Chen Yan, "By the way, this little softie has something to say to you."

He explained: "This guy is a young Christian, and so am I, so I promised him to leave his last words."

What kind of force is the Qingjiao?

Chen Yan has no memory of Qingjiao at all.

William's head was thrown outside the phone booth.

Chen Yan listened to his weak voice.

"I'm sorry...can I repent? Green believers cannot die with their sins..."

Chen Yan didn't understand: "Why are you confessing to me? Shouldn't you be confessing to the priest of your Youth Sect?"

William cried: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have peeked at your wealth."

Chen Yan didn't know why.

William's eyes shed tears of blood, his expression was annoyed and remorseful, as if he was truly repenting.

"My real name is Geralt Sif.

I have been observing you for a long time.

Apartment No. 33 Walker Street, I will stand in the dark alley opposite the apartment every night and watch you get off work."

Chen Yan froze.

Geralt Sif, that little thief who was frightened to death, shouldn't he be lying in the morgue of the Walker Street police station...

really.

Chen Yan's eyes gradually calmed down.

Sure enough, Geralt Sif, like the little girl's family, was invited to the zoo after his death.

At night in the zoo, are the dead invited as guests?

Chen Yan felt a chill on his back.

From this point of view, could it be that the third uncle and the missionary were only invited to the zoo after they died...

Chen Yan lowered his head with a stiff face and shouted: "Wilson!"

The zoo hunter turned his head. Chen Yan couldn't see his displeased expression, but still mustered up the courage to ask: "These people... what on earth are they?"

Wilson yawned: "Newcomer, you are asking questions knowingly."

Chen Yan felt a chill and then shivered hard.

Undead.

They are all the souls of the dead!

When Chen Yan had a thought, Wilson had already arrived in front of the missionary.

He looked at the missionary, opened the missionary's mouth, and carefully counted how many teeth there were in the missionary's mouth.

After a while, Wilson dragged the missionary to the public telephone booth with a solemn expression.

He pressed the missionary against the glass door, and Chen Yan immediately saw clearly the missionary's posture when he died.

"Watch it, new guy, watch this thing carefully."

He reached out his hand, grabbed the missionary's scalp, and gave it a hard squeeze.

A pure white "skull" that was definitely not a natural creation appeared in front of Chen Yan.

Chen Yan looked at the missionary's "skull" and was stunned.

The skull looked like it was some kind of... high-grade plastic.

Chen Yan didn't know what language to use to describe this thing. He was shocked for a long time and could only think of one word——

Doll.

The missionary in front of me is a puppet.

Wilson pinched the missionary's neck with one hand and showed Chen Yan the parts in his chest.

"This is not a normal missionary. This is a new gadget that looks just like a human being. Do you know the principle behind it?"

He asked and answered himself.

"Of course you don't know. How could you possibly know something that even the principal doesn't know."

Chen Yan could hear the unabashed admiration for the director from his tone.

"Perhaps only God knows how these dolls with souls are made."

Wilson's words took a turn.

"But not all missionaries are like this. Such dolls are expensive to make and are usually used to perform particularly dangerous missions."

He sneered.

"Like being invited into the Byron Weiss Zoo for a night."

These things seemed very important, and Wilson took the trouble to explain to Chen Yan:

"The missionaries of the Choir, the ones you see on the streets, are mostly real human beings who have prayed and dedicated themselves to the Holy Light."

"Although they have not received [Tainted Blood], they have gained extraordinary power through prayer, and they can be classified as a type of extraordinary person."

"Unlike normal supernatural beings, the missionaries of the Chorus do not build their tribe through blood, but through faith."

"The director once gave them a name."

"[The Familia of Light]."

The director... is the legendary "William Master", a big shot with a lot of powerful-sounding titles.

“The members of the Choir do not establish blood relationships through [Tainted Blood], so they do not have [Blood Links] to connect with each other like other Familia groups——

In other words, the missionary died at night in the zoo, but the other people in the choir outside had no way of knowing about his death."

Chen Yan couldn't see Wilson's serious expression, but could only hear the feeling that "the matter is serious" from his words.

"Byron Weiss and the Chorus have different political views, support different parties and members of Congress, and have long-term hostility among the private sector."

"The two sides have been trying to infiltrate each other for a long time, but neither side has succeeded - there has never been an example of a missionary being invited into a zoo in such an open and honest manner."

His tone was stern.

"We certainly can't invite a choir of preachers into a zoo night."

Wilson's tone was firm.

"There is a problem in the invitation department, and I want to report it to the director as soon as possible."

Chen Yan whispered: "Why invite these undead souls? These... the undead souls of extraordinary beings."

Wilson obviously paused before continuing:

"New here, you may have a good brain.

But sometimes, things can't be guessed at.

The city of Yanam is much more dangerous than you think. There are some clans of strange gods, and they even have weird abilities beyond your imagination.

Even sometimes, those facts you guessed, but you don’t know whether they are true or false, will eventually become the murder weapon that kills you.”
Chapter completed!