Chapter 347 There are not many good people with bald heads!
Chapter 347 There are not many good people with bald heads!
"That toothpick is called the Spear of Longinus!"
As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, there was another sound of heavy objects falling to the ground beside him. He turned around and saw that the old monk tilted his head again and whipped him over. He was about to die!
Chen Mo hurriedly stepped forward to rescue him. He scraped off the two big mouths and immediately pulled the old monk back from the edge of death.
"I thought I saw my uncle!"
The old monk stood up tremblingly and said with lingering fear.
"Uncle, did you say that what you love is your life?
Chen Mo saw that the old monk was still dazed, so he slapped him again.
And this big cock instantly woke up the old monk who had just been looking at the gate of hell and was about to see his beloved uncle.
He took a deep breath and felt that he was more energetic than before, but his face hurt and felt very hot, just like he had a secret tryst with his first love in the woods. However, there seemed to be no blood on his face at that time!
"Hey, don't think about women!"
Seeing the blurred look in the old monk's eyes, Chen Mo, as someone who has been there, naturally knows what he is thinking. After all, he, ah no, this is what Steve looks like when he misses Carter.
"No, no, how dare I think about women!"
The old monk shook his head. As ascetic monks, they have dedicated their lives to the gods they believe in. How dare they think about this? As for the days before becoming ascetic monks, let's not mention it!
"Then you really miss the little boy?"
Chen Mo had already put his hand on the gun and was waiting for the old man to nod, but he went crazy!
"That's going to hell!"
The old monk shook his head in disgust and attacked the little boy. The devils in hell are not so crazy!
"Not always!"
Chen Mo guessed that maybe the priests in these places were so obedient because there were really people above watching, and the priests over there were acting like this because no one was watching!
"This lord!"
"Call me Lord, I am the Lord of Holy Light!"
"Okay, Lord!"
The old monk still couldn't figure out why an archangel would steal the artifact and defect to the world?
"Maybe it's because I'm too busy. There are five days off and two days off in heaven. This iron line is eight hours a day. If you change it to 007, do you think those angels still have time to do other things?"
"All right!"
The old monk didn't dare to ask any more questions. He was afraid that if he asked any more questions, the Lord of Holy Light with a distorted face would kill him!
"Didn't that guy say where he was going?"
"No, how dare we ask!"
"All right!"
Chen Mo nodded, and then he realized something was wrong. Why was the church so big and only the old monk was the only one in the church?
"Where are the others? Where are the witchers, the bishops, and the battle sisters?"
"They all followed that angel and set off!"
The old monk smiled bitterly. He had just wanted to say this, but now there are only about a dozen ascetic monks left here, as well as a group of students and so on.
Chen Mo sighed again. A bunch of thugs followed a battle angel out. Could it be that they were subduing demons and slaying demons? But he didn't feel that any big dark force was coming. Could it be that Horus's ability to perceive across the world was blocked?
Account banned?
"Find a way to contact them, it might be a trap!"
After the old monk placed Chen Mo in the guest room, he immediately took the order and left. Don't underestimate these ascetic monks. In addition to practicing hard every day, they also taught themselves other things. Programming and welding are compulsory courses. Many of them are young.
At that time, they were even masters of combat who could level an entire street. If they weren't all old and frail now, they might have been taken away by Gabriel.
Within a few minutes, the old monk hurried over with a tablet computer in his hand, saying that he had found traces of the large group of people. Chen Mo took the computer and took a look. Well, the noon news reported that a group of religious figures were dumped in a garbage dump.
According to the news, most of the bodies of these religious figures were intact, no property was missing, and a few women showed no signs of being violated, but everyone was dead!
"Take me to see it!"
Chen Mo scratched his head. He didn't quite understand. These people weren't enough for him to fight, so why did Gabriel attack them?
The old monk drove the pickup truck that the church used to distribute relief food to the surrounding poor people, and rushed to the scene with Chen Mo. The police and FBI had already set up a cordon, and there were a bunch of reporters around. When they saw people from the church appearing, they immediately rushed to the scene.
Like a wild dog that saw shit, it pounced on him, trying to get first-hand information.
"give it to you!"
Chen Mo pushed the old man to the reporter, and then crossed the cordon and came to the scene under the leadership of a beautiful female police officer.
At this moment, most of the corpses were put into body bags and were ready to be transported back for forensic autopsy. Chen Mo looked at a few of them. Although he was not a forensic doctor, he could tell from the rosy skin and intact organs that these people were very dead.
It was strange, as if they could sit up from the bag at any time, but they were all dead. To be precise, their souls were sucked out!
"This is so true!"
Chen Mo clicked his tongue and shook his head. The last time he encountered the matter of souls, it was the holy contract that Mephisto had seduced. It contained the souls of three thousand saints, and Old Mo turned these people into hell.
The shape was the same, and these church members were also the same. I just didn’t know who smoked it, but judging from their calm expressions, Chen Mo probably did it by an acquaintance!
The old monk who had finished dealing with the reporters at this moment got into the tent and looked at the corpse in a daze, muttering something about not paying back the money he owed.
"Don't be sad, life cannot be resurrected!"
"But this guy still owes me three million and hasn't paid back!"
The old monk pointed at an old man, with a pained expression on his face.
"Ah this!"
Chen Mo glanced at the closed door and then said.
"It's okay, there will be no one here, don't worry and cry!"
Before he could finish crying, the police and the head of the FBI came in. Because this case was complicated, they could only wait to see what the church had to say first.
"We need the suspect's physical description!"
The sketch artist brought by the person in charge said.
Then the old monk began to cry for his three million while describing Gabriel's appearance in detail. Looking at the lifelike bald head in the sketcher's pen, Chen Mo punched his palm and woke up like a enlightenment.
"I knew it!"
"what do you know?"
"No one with a bald head is a good person!"
As soon as Chen Mo said this, the bald old monk with only a ring of hair around him and the old police sergeant with the same hairstyle all looked at the person in charge of the FBI, who had a shiny bald head.
"Sir, what you said has a huge impact!"
The sketch artist, who is also bald, has a face full of indignation. He just has a little more hair. What’s so great about it!
