"May his soul ascend to the kingdom of the Lord." Father Adrian said. In Kraft's understanding, this sentence is similar to "mourning". It is suitable for blurting out when you don't know what to say during mourning occasions. It is not very useful or useful.
Too much nonsense.
He held the double-winged ring pendant in front of his neck, tried to put in his belly to appear more formal, and added in a professional manner, "I have seen many long-term sufferings of illness, and being freed from them is not a bad thing for him. Even if
Regardless of your age, you have done well enough, better than most people I know, so there is no need to blame yourself."
These words did not arouse any reaction. Yvonne said softly "Hmm", squeezed past the priests, and walked past them towards the depths of the alley.
The priest followed a few steps with the apple in hand, but he didn't expect what he could do. He stopped angrily and watched her leave without looking back. Craft heard him muttering to himself, "Father..."
Objectively speaking, it is indeed a good thing. For the deceased, it may be better for his daughter.
After pinching the holy symbol with his fingers for a long time, a certain priest realized that there was something else he could do to make his conscience feel better.
"Where is he buried? I can help with the prayers."
Logically speaking, there must be a clergyman who reads a eulogy during the burial, as a guide to guide the soul to ascend to the kingdom of Heavenly Father. In Yvonne's situation, it is obviously impossible to find another priest in the church.
"not yet."
"It just so happens that I no longer serve in the church, and the rules about collecting remuneration do not affect me." It is a good thing that the priest was expelled from the church. It cannot be ruled out that he just made it up casually, but it seems to be credible.
Yvonne seemed to be moved. There were not many non-religious people in this port, and they all had some spiritual sustenance. The expectation for relatives to live in another world is an important part of the church's influence, and is often even higher than that of living people.
Vision.
After all, no matter how mature she is, she is still a child, and the possibility of letting her father ascend to heaven after death is something she longs for, no matter how young she is.
Her pale lips pursed, and it took a few seconds for the bite mark to turn red. She was still a little hesitant. As early as before her father was alive, those who frequently visited the house brought doctors or people who claimed to be able to summon souls.
It's for a secret that she still doesn't understand.
But now, after people die and everything disappears, and their secrets are taken away with their souls, what can they plot? At the same time, there is another problem that makes it difficult for her to decide.
"not yet."
It’s not that no one has prayed for her yet, what she said is to go one step further.
"Heavenly Father." Adrian threw the bag to Kraft and ran after him.
…
They pushed open the door and walked into the windowless room. There was a hard bed without a quilt leaning against the wall, and an upright figure was placed on the bed board.
A smell similar to mold permeated the closed environment, and became more pungent as it got closer. It reminded Kraft of his experience in the salt tide area, but it was even more unacceptable. It not only existed physically, but also existed in the human body.
Psychological rejection.
"Heavenly Father." The priest had been repeating these words since just now. After entering the room, he did not dare to come forward.
"Someone needs to find a coffin now. Father, you should know such a person." After adapting to overcome the physical difficulties, the psychological barriers were not too heavy for Kraft. He found a way out for the dilemma-ridden priest.
reason and walked to the bed alone.
After opening the door for them, Yvonne was watching from the side. Kraft looked at her imploringly, with no obvious intention of rejection.
She might be thinking of a more decent ending, at least not throwing it outside directly, but after three days of shelving, she probably has no idea of a solution and no money to solve the problem, so she can only close the windows to slow down the decay.
Fortunately, the weather has not been too hot recently, and no active gas-producing bacteria were seen nearby causing the body to bulge, and the body generally retains its normal shape.
That smell... was still hard to accept. He couldn't imagine how Yvonne had survived these three days. This feeling was even worse than the first time he opened the iron cabinet filled with the smell of formaldehyde, the lingering smell of death.
The corpse could be described as emaciated. The chronic disease had consumed him continuously and painfully. The muscles that lacked exercise had atrophied and become thinner, and the rough yellow skin was covering it. The thin body could not support the full-size clothes, which were covered loosely on the body, with the collar open to
sternum.
What was disproportionate to the whole were his thicker fingers, which looked like swollen medicine pestles at the ends on his skinny palms, with the bulges pushing up the nails. This was a hyperplasia caused by lack of oxygen at the ends of the limbs.
[coughing, wheezing]
The priest described the situation he saw when he visited Yvonne's father. He should have some kind of chronic respiratory disease. The oxygen supply has been insufficient for a long time, resulting in long-term hypoxia in the extremities, which resulted in the formation of clubbing fingers.
The pressing sense of suffocation forced him to breathe with all his strength, pulling on the chest "like a bellows" and expanding the chest to suck in more air. The ribs opened outwards into a barrel shape, and the negative pressure caused the unsupported skin between the bones to dent.
The intercostal and supraclavicular fossaes are dug into grooves.
The two movements in opposite directions shape the patient's upper body under clothes into a clear-skeletal appearance, like the legendary walking corpse with a layer of dry skin covering the skeleton.
The open purple lips showed that he was still trying to breathe before he died, although the oxygen reaching the effective alveolar spaces was completely insufficient for body consumption and could not even maintain the minimum physiological needs.
A painful death. The deceased could not even express his pain during his lifetime. That fall may have damaged the language area of the brain, depriving him of his ability to express himself.
"Heavenly Father." Kraft unconsciously imitated the priest's speech. Any meaningful words were pale and feeble before this encounter, leaving only a sigh for the cruel fate controller in human imagination. He would rather
I didn't understand anything.
The priest soon came back with people and a coffin, and they worked together to lift the deceased from the bed into the coffin. There was a figure printed with a fishy liquid on the bed board. From his point of view, it was unusable.
Blocking the door from closing, Kraft waved to Yvonne, "Do you want to see him for the last time?"
"Thank you." She thanked the stranger standing in the room, holding on to the edge of the coffin and staring at the withered face. Only then did some age-appropriate sadness and confusion emerge from her face, reminding others of this.
Just a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old.
This gives the waiters more patience and leaves enough time to complete the farewell in silence.
In a quiet environment, with nothing to do, Kraft's thoughts began to wander, and he thought about age inappropriately.
If Yvonne is only thirteen or fourteen years old, then her father's age is estimated to be only around thirty. In today's age where the average age is not optimistic, he is still a young man in the labor force, and he is at the peak of his physical condition.
There was no tobacco, and Yvonne, who was in the same room, did not seem to have been infected with a serious respiratory infectious disease. Logically speaking, it should not have developed to such an extent at his age, unless there were other external factors.
What could that be?
The priest was already preparing a eulogy, Yvonne left the coffin, and nails were being hammered into the cover. While no one was paying attention, Kraft briefly turned on his spiritual senses and scanned the chest cavity of the corpse in the coffin.
Countless round and irregular nodules occupy the entire lung field, distributed like stars, and merge into large lesions in dense areas.