"Handwritten by Elisabeth Guihen Sourian Sherivell..."
Yi Leier looked at the wet cloth in shock. It was densely packed with small words, all written in blood.
This is a diary and a suicide note.
The young man who brought it was also in disbelief: "I checked the balcony on the 16th floor and found it on the railing. This..." Cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead and his lips were trembling.
Du Qian grabbed his shoulders, pinched her fingers until they turned white, and asked angrily: "If you have anything else to say, just say it clearly! Elizabeth is gone, and you don't have to be responsible for anything you say! Who else is there among everyone present?
Why don’t you have a certain degree of acceptance of these things? What do you have to say? Are you hesitant because you are afraid of something? There should be no cowards in our team! Chen Hela!"
Yi Leier glanced at Du Qian: "If you can't maintain a rational and calm professional attitude, I will apply to the boss to give you a leave of absence."
"I don't need it!"
"Then let go of our team members!" Yi Leier emphasized the words "team members" very strongly, "Remember, we are a team, he is not your prisoner, he is your comrade-in-arms."
She added lightly: "Even if Elizabeth is still alive, I don't want to see you here acting as aggressively as the director."
This sentence woke her up. Du Qian took a deep breath and turned to look at Chen Hela: "... Just tell me."
The young man looked around for a week, his expression still a little timid, and his eyes were blank, which looked very strange: "When I saw it, the cloth was soaked by the rain, and the blood stains were already blurry..."
After hearing this, Yi Leier put it on the table, picked up the instrument and pointed it at the cloth.
"I thought that after Elizabeth died, her body, clothes, and everything else might have residual crack radiation, so I planned to throw it into a steel box and destroy it..."
"But, at the moment when I wanted to throw it in, my behavior was out of control and I couldn't throw it in! I didn't know what was wrong with me... At that time, it seemed that there was something hidden somewhere
A mysterious power! As a result, I can't control my hand at all! It seems...it seems like it's not my hand anymore! I can't even lift such a light piece of cloth..."
"Then……"
"I just put it in my pocket and took it upstairs. Suddenly! Somehow, I took it out. I saw the blood on it slowly flowing back..."
"It's like someone pressed the rewind button on time..."
"Little by little..."
——
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the next day.
“O virgin mother, daughter of your son,
You are humble and noble, more than any other creature,
This is the purpose of eternal providence,
You make human nature so noble,
Even God, who created mankind, wants to be his own creation.
That love was rekindled in your womb,
The heat of love gave birth to this beautiful flower,
Let it bloom thus in eternal peace.
In heaven you are to us like the noon sunshine of kindness,
On earth you are like a living source of hope to mankind.
Holy Mother, you are so great and sublime,
If those who want God’s favor do not ask you for help,
That is tantamount to his desire to fly without wings.
Your merciful bosom not only gives aid to those who ask you for help,
And he often graciously answers requests without waiting for them.
In you is gentleness, in you is mercy, in you is magnanimity,
All the virtues in the world are united in you."
The low and soothing chanting contained a mysterious rhythm, which made everything present mesmerized.
So much so that after he finished reciting, people had not yet come back to their senses, but other things began to become restless.
The beaker Zhendi placed on the long table had one eye and two ears in half. It jumped up and made a sharp collision sound with the potted plant next to it. The 200ml blue solution in the cup finished laughing.
He screamed in a strange way.
"This new little girl is such a fucking nympho! She's been staring at the priest for half an hour and she's still not tired of it! Why don't she give her eyes to the priest to use as wind chimes! Didn't the priest say that the only person in his house who always
Is it empty?”
There is a half-meter-long tentacle growing in the pot. The crystal clear and tender red tentacle is as tender as a baby. It has no eyes, and its body is covered with mucus. Regular dark red cylindrical protrusions appear every few centimeters like a volcano.
Planted on it.
It has to be said that, combined with the appearance of the thin skin and tender meat, these dozens of densely packed "small volcanoes" look quite fresh, and can make people stare at them and be ready to move——
Like, stick your finger in it.
Of course, if its owner, Knife Butcher, were here, he would definitely look like he was watching a good show, waiting to see you being frightened by it and making you lose your temper.
Finally, he smacked his lips and told you with schadenfreude, don't underestimate it, it's not just some decoration.
If you don’t believe it, look, now, it is slowly twisting and using the tips of its small tentacles to sense the position of the beaker. The next second, at a time and position that the beaker cannot react to, a dark red protrusion protrudes from it.
A snow-white sharp thorn!
In the blink of an eye, the sharp thorn pierced the base of the beaker's tail.
"Ouch! - Ouch!" The beaker jumped up and down in pain and rolled his eyes. The light blue solution in the cup suddenly turned into deep red. The beaker jumped three feet high and soared into the sky with a whooshing sound. The solution also jumped up.
It then fell back into the beaker.
The tentacles slowly and leisurely swayed in the wind, red and cute, returning to their innocent and harmless appearance.
The small volcano on its body puffed out air, and its breathing gradually stabilized.
The sweet dream was interrupted by a broken beaker. It was kind enough not to smash the beaker into a sieve.
Ye Zhaoling watched in stunned silence as the priest picked up the beaker and handed it to him.
"You have a head injury. Drink more hot water and it will heal quickly."
Ye Zhaoling looked at the glass of watery red solution. Before she could cry and express her gratitude to the priest for being kind and lovely, her eyes were glued to his face and couldn't escape.
It is really a crime to have such a face that brings disaster to the country and the people.
Father Chus has a handsome face, which is both European and American but reveals a subtle classical Chinese style. The Chinese style reveals a bit of an exotic style that is alluring.
Her skin is so good that no pores can be seen, her nose bridge is high, her lips are red, her shoulders are wide and her waist is narrow. She is more than a head taller than Ye Zhaoling, with a visual estimate of over 1.9 meters.
Wearing the black robe of a clergyman does not make you look old-fashioned at all, but makes you look noble.
When Ye Zhaoling saw the gold belt on his waist for the first day, he was shocked by the top-grade ruby the size of a pigeon egg in the middle.
So rich, so rich.
Now she just wants to say, the waist is so thin! The waist is so thin.
The tentacle curiously stretched out in front of Ye Zhaoling's eyes and waved it. It seemed to feel the naked hot emotions coming from the female creature, and it felt very worried for the priest.
This female creature seemed to want to eat the priest alive.
"Gugu...non-clergymen are not allowed extra meals." So it kindly reminded me.
Ye Zhaoling was extremely surprised: "Ah? Extra food? What kind of extra food?"
The tentacle did not answer her question, but shook its head tacitly, and then the old god added, "But you can secretly go to the priest at night, quietly, quietly...
…Puff!”
Chus smiled and poured the solution in the beaker into the potted plant. His tentacles were stimulated by the solution and puffed out.
"Puff!——"
"Puff!——"
The original fresh pink body suddenly turned deep red from the roots, and finally fell exhausted into the emerald green soil of the pot.
After a few seconds, it returned to normal. Feeling Ye Zhaoling's gaze that was as if it were real, it twisted triumphantly.
"It doesn't matter, I am an immortal tentacle. Do you think I will be poured to death by a glass of water? That is impossible! You know, the priest is the best and the kindest, and he will never abuse us.
That guy from the Knife Butcher always forgot to water me, and I was almost dry to death for three days. Later, I always had chapped skin and often contracted skin diseases. The priest never forgot to water me, and he taught me to fight fire with fire.
It's just that this time it's a little... spicy."
Ye Zhaoling nodded ignorantly, and Father Chus touched her forehead: "May God bless you, my child."
"Dang-dang-dang-dang."
The grandfather clock chimed six times.
It's seven o'clock in the morning, the bell rings for dinner.
Seeing that Ye Zhaoling was still sitting on the chair without moving, Li Xuanyi next to her knocked on the table and reminded her: "We should go to the door to welcome the nobles for dinner."
Ye Zhaoling quickly put on a cloak and stood up. Under the pure white cloak, she wore a dark green cheongsam with exquisite white tulip embroidery.
Chu Si tied the jeweled buckle of the cloak for her: "This cheongsam is very unique in workmanship, and it fits you perfectly. Is Tailor Jin willing to give you a suit of clothes made by himself?"
Ye Zhaoling lowered his head and looked at the gem buckle on his cloak, and for a moment he couldn't remember who Tailor Jin was.
Li Xuanyi raised his eyebrows and smiled, with a hidden meaning in his smile: "Of course Tailor Jin is not willing to make clothes for low-class people casually. I heard that his sister Miss Wu gave it to her," he shrugged
Shrugging his shoulders, "This must be attributed to her admirer, who is good at dancing."
Ye Zhaoling was very surprised, why is this... what is his name? He speaks as he speaks, so why does he always have to add the word "噩" at the end? Doesn't this highlight his wisdom more?
However, she did not choose to speak out. The priest had already said that her head was injured and it was best to talk less so that the injury would heal quickly.
Unfortunately, after holding it in for a second or two, she curiously asked again.
"What is an admirer? Father."
The priest did not answer, but Li Xuanyi kindly replied: "He is just a fool who is fascinated by his beautiful appearance."
After Li Xuanyi finished speaking, he rolled his eyes at her impatiently and ran out of the door. Ye Zhaoling glanced at the priest, bowed and followed.
At this moment, another question arose in her mind——
