Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 376 Night Trial
When Botticelli thought of this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Why didn't he think of this possibility when he escaped from the church? ?
In the hotel restaurant, he clenched his fists, stared at the teacup, and tried his best to recall what happened that night.

Before the murder, Mr. Jone arranged for himself to paint a huge oil painting. The content of the painting was a saint standing on the ruined city wall of a high mountain, looking at the rising sun in the distance, and behind the saint were several saints who followed her.

Because the facial details of the saint were not painted very well, Bishop Jone asked him to revise it many times.

Now that I think about it, the reason why the work was never completed might be due to the fact that I was influenced by the Sahagun school of thought at that time. The saint's expression and movements became more human and less divine.

This became the fuse for a debate between the two, but I had never thought of killing my adoptive father!
Could it be that the devil was spying on me and magnifying my dark side? Or was it that the devil was living in my body? Would that damn nightmare kill more and more people?

Botticelli was just an ordinary religious painter, and tonight was the first time he saw a demon. He had only seen these creatures in religious texts, and he still had a conceptual impression of them. He had never thought that demons would actually appear in reality!

For a moment, he was a little confused.

"Then let me ask you! They all say that you killed Father Jone! Are you a murderer?!"

When Botticelli was sitting at the table at a loss, Liu Yonglu slapped the rolling pin on the table and shouted, which scared Botticelli.

"I am... I am a murderer..."

He didn't dare to lie in front of Saint Barlaan. He raised his head in fear and moved his lips to let out all the words in his heart.

"Hmm? You dare to admit that you are a murderer? Reliable, it means you are reliable."

Pointing at Botticelli, Liu Yonglu also sorted out the logic with Xiaohu. Although Xiaohu had been with Liu Yonglu for a while, he still looked up at him and couldn't understand what kind of ridiculous logic this was.

Who killed Bishop Qiao Nie? Liu Yonglu felt that he had to rush to this big guy to get things clear!
Before, I was just someone's grandson in Moses Sad, but now I'm in Victoria. Who am I? Saint Barlaam! Although I'm a fake.

But as long as the archbishop believes it, that’s enough!
You have to be the protagonist for once and uphold justice!
Moreover, the team that he had assembled this time was also strong and powerful.

For literature, there are Millie Tang and Ling'er, and for martial arts, there is Xiaohu. Although the little genius brother and sister lack in ability, at least they have a loyal heart!
You don't have to charge into battle, just plan and strategize from the back.

"Xiao Hu, call Gongsun Ce... no, call your aunt down here!"

Liu Yonglu stared at the two young men in front of him with his arms and legs spread wide, making Lorenzo and Botticelli feel uncomfortable. They thought to themselves, "Saint Baran is worthy of his name. He just said something shocking, although they didn't understand the argument that the murderer was reliable."

But there was something different about that look in his eyes, a dignified majesty and awe-inspiring righteousness. The two of them didn't dare to breathe, and just lowered their heads to recite scriptures silently.

After a while, Xiaohu came back again:

"Auntie said not to disturb her sleep."

Hey! Liu Yonglu couldn't help but feel weak. What was going on? Someone didn't give him face when he was just promoted to the Central Army?
"It's okay. She should be allowed to rest more."

Liu Yonglu quickly found a way out for himself, and after pondering for a while, he ordered:
"Call Ling'er down."

There was no need to go upstairs to call Ling'er Xiaohu, telepathy would work. Unexpectedly, as soon as Liu Yonglu made this arrangement, the little girl's ethereal answer echoed in the restaurant:

"It's just a small matter, just ask it yourself! I'm busy now!"

It turns out that Ling'er, like Xiaohu, doesn't need to sleep at all. She has her own schedule every day and goes to her library to meditate on time after 10 o'clock in the evening.

Of course, today was a little different. Although she was immersed in the door of knowledge opened by Father God, her mind was also looking out the window.

Xiaohu and Liu Yonglu appeared together to suppress an inferior clan that was not up to standard. This was nothing new and Ling'er didn't care at all.

But one thing successfully aroused her interest, that is, this clan seemed to have escaped from something like a fantasy dreamland...

When it comes to the understanding of the dreamland, gods of different personalities and mystics of different levels all have their own definitions, but even Ling'er and Xiaohu cannot explain clearly where this thing came from and what fundamental rules it covers.

Because that might just be a big dream of that adult. Who can fully explain the concept that the people on the throne of chaos gave to the gods?

Millie Tang had told Liu Yonglu before that no one could bring anything out of the dreamland, but that was limited to her level. After all, whether it was a worm or a toad, their status was limited.

Didn’t the chicken-walking break Millie Tang’s inherent cognition?

Bringing things from the dreamland was not new to Ling'er! She could do it, but this clan seemed to have escaped from the dreamland by themselves... This was a bit unbelievable.

Could it be that the god in the dreamland was trapped in the dreamland and was trying to escape? Or was this simply a trick?

Although Ling'er was still lying in the room, her consciousness had already extended to the big Zongzi in the backyard, and she was studying it.

Liu Yonglu felt a little embarrassed after making Mi Li'er and Ling'er lose face twice in a row.

Tsk, I just put on the music of Saint Balan, and you two, one big and one small, teamed up to make me get off the stage? Don't come on, I don't believe it, I can't perform this show without you two?

"Botticelli, right? Stay calm first and let's analyze it slowly. Did you meet anyone else before you went to see Father Giorgione that night? Did you see anyone when you went out and went back to your room to sleep?"

To analyze a murder case, one must first analyze who might have committed the crime. He could not analyze just one suspect. Liu Yonglu recalled the "Shi Gong An" and "Bao Gong An" stories he had heard when he was a child, where the first to be caught was the first to be sold.

"Indeed, there were a few people... Bishop Jone was very busy during those days. Perhaps it was because... you were about to make your tour. Even late at night, there were still many people coming and going."

Botticelli closed his eyes and recalled four or five names.

Liu Yonglu was still an investigator. He always had a notebook in his coat pocket, and he pretended to write down all the names in the notebook.

"Did Bishop Jone behave in any unusual way during the meeting?"

To find out the crime, we may need to dig deeper into the motive. By now, Liu Yonglu was no longer sleepy and was ready to interrogate him overnight.

Before Botticelli could speak, Lorenzo spoke first:
"Your Excellency Saint Baran, you have a pair of eyes that were given to you by the Saint to distinguish right from wrong. Can't you just tell us who the murderer is?"

"You idiot! Should I ask or should you? Can you use the Saint's power just by saying so?!"

Liu Yonglu's shout scared Lorenzo so much that he quickly lowered his head again.

"Mr. Saint Baran... Now that you've mentioned that, I've actually realized that something is amiss..."

Botticelli had been hiding for the past two days and was tormented by nightmares. His mind was in a mess and he had not thought carefully about what happened that night.

Now that he had Saint Barlan's support, his emotions were slightly relieved:
"That night, Bishop Jone and I had a disagreement mainly on certain canons. You know the Sahagun sect, right?"

"Elaborate."

Liu Yonglu's face was gloomy. He neither said he knew nor said he didn't know. He let Botticelli play freely.

Since Saint Barlaan had spoken, Botticelli first looked carefully at Lorenzo beside him, then carefully chose his words and briefly explained the doctrine of the Sahagun school.

"Hmm...So..."

"But I thought carefully about the conversation I had with Bishop Jone that day... He seemed to be quite familiar with the theories advocated by the Sahagun sect!"

Botticelli suddenly slapped his head!
Bishop Jone was a very impulsive and self-willed man, and his own character was somewhat influenced by him. Both of them got a little angry during the argument that day, and he still remembered that Bishop Jone broke a glass on the table.

Thinking carefully back to the details of the debate that day, many times, Bishop Jone blurted out the Sahagun School's proposition before I could clearly explain it!
And the content and examples were all things I had never heard of before.

"Oh?"

In other words, in addition to the clue of Botticelli's nightmare, there is another motive for the crime.

"Aren't you also a member of the Sahagun sect? Do you know Father Jone?" Liu Yonglu pointed at Lorenzo.

“How could I know Father Jone? I am just an insignificant cooper, and I have only seen him from afar during mass in the church.

As for the school... To be honest, I am not a formal member of the Sahagun school, I just... got a pamphlet by chance.

You know, poor people like us may feel that what is written in the booklet makes some sense. "

"Ok?"

As Lorenzo spoke, Xiaohu poked Liu Yonglu's arm and pointed to the courtyard outside.

Liu Yonglu knew that it was Ling'er who gave him telepathy. The four of them returned to the yard. The big zongzi on the ground had completely quieted down. It was covered by a layer of light silver light. Standing on the grass was Ling'er, holding a dark robe in her hand.

“This thing was found in the corner, and it has a strange smell.

It is indeed unlikely that the followers could escape from the Dreamland on their own. Someone was using forbidden spells to influence the Dreamland, and finally the followers descended upon me."

When Botticelli saw the robe in Ling'er's hand, he immediately thought of the hooded man who showed him the crystal that day!

It turned out that her nightmare was really related to him, and he had been following her.

“Tsk… Interesting, it’s related to both special events and heresy.

Don't worry about it, we'll find out the truth tomorrow when we go to church!"

……

The next morning, the little genius brother and sister packed up and went downstairs, only to see Saint Baran and three others sitting at the breakfast table waiting for them.

Hey...how come there are two more young people I don’t know after one night?
Little do they know that Liu Yonglu is going to bring a group of people to break into the church today to find out the truth, unravel the mystery and get to the bottom of it!

(End of this chapter)