Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 420 Dream Fragments and Confused Clues
Why did Botticelli look so bad? Because he still dreamed every night after closing his eyes, but his recent dreams were different from the previous ones.

Previously, Botticelli's five senses in dreams were no different from reality, which made him deeply immersed in it every night and experience the plot of Saint-Bois a thousand years ago. It can be said that he was immersed in it and could hardly distinguish between reality and falsehood.

But the recent dream suddenly changed. The time was confused, the picture was fragmented, and even the identity changed from time to time. Botticelli was a newborn baby in the last second, and turned into an octogenarian woman in the next second.

With all this torment, how could Ticheri be in good spirits? Every night before going to bed, he curled up in bed and shivered, and when he woke up during the day, his eyes were blurry and he couldn't muster up any energy.

It’s not that Liu Yonglu doesn’t care about him, but whenever Liu Yonglu asked Botticelli about what dream he had last night, he would become suspicious and talk a lot.

As time went by, Liu Yonglu found that it was fine when he was not in the room, but being in the room caused Botticelli to suffer great mental stress.

Maybe...it will be fine in a few days.

The old saint had told Liu Yonglu before that Botticelli, as the returnee, would sooner or later face today's situation. When his return mission was almost completed, the indescribable power still remained in his soul.

Before each reincarnation restarts, the returnees will be tormented by nightmares, some of which come from the past and some from the future.

Just as Ling'er and Liu Yonglu said, time is not a straight line for gods, they often overlap.

"Saint... Saint Barlan... Great, I have a lot to tell you. In fact, I wanted to tell you yesterday, no no no, it was the day before yesterday.

But what I saw the day before yesterday I overturned yesterday, and what I saw yesterday may change again tomorrow..."

Botticelli's lips were trembling, his pupils were twitching, and he looked in terrible condition.

"What yesterday, today, and tomorrow? There is nothing in this world that cannot be solved by a hotpot meal. If there is, just have two meals.

Don't let your mind wander. Eat some mutton hotpot later and you'll forget all your worries."

It is impossible for even Liu Yonglu and even the saint to fundamentally solve Botticelli's troubles! So instead of trying to analyze his dreams in vain, it is better to take him to eat something delicious and say a few witty words to ease his mind.

"Where's your little brother? Let's go together. It will be more lively with more people."

"Lo...Lorenzo, I'll go call him."

The kitchen that the Holy See vacated for Liu Yonglu was very spacious, three times larger than the average priest's bedroom. On the left was a long stove, on the right were storage racks for classifying food ingredients, and in the middle was a long table. At this time, Liu Yonglu's family of four plus Botticelli and Lorenzo, a total of six people, were eating hot pot around the table.

"Xiao Hu, there is no such thing as mutton being dipped in sesame sauce. The sesame sauce is not as good as the tender one. When we eat mutton hotpot, we want to enjoy the original flavor."

"Ling'er, are you eating shrimp? Someone bought us a bag of them this morning. Eat as much as you can! Don't feel bad about it! There's plenty of seafood today."

"Mi Li'er, don't just eat vegetables, eat some meat!

What the hell? Do you dislike the smell of mutton? If you had told me earlier, I would have asked them to buy some beef this morning!"

"Try this squid, Botticelli. You can eat it while your father is being shot."

Liu Yonglu was eating while greeting Xiaohu. Xiaohu tried to give him face by using his fork all the time. At the beginning, he even held a napkin in his left hand and wiped his mouth while eating. But as Liu Yonglu ate faster and faster, Xiaohu no longer cared about his image. The corners of his mouth were covered with sesame paste, and he looked like a little cat after eating so much.

Ling'er was a relatively polite eater, but as soon as the prawns in the pot changed color, she would immediately put them in her own bowl for fear that Millie Tang would snatch them away.

“Your Excellency Saint Baran, I…I saw monsters all over the mountains. They…they had black tears in the corners of their eyes, and they were chasing after everything alive.

I couldn't escape. Saint Bernus, Saint Castalana and I ran for our lives... but that... was no longer a known space... everything was separated.

Chip ended up taking the box... He was screaming like crazy, saying, "This is a holy thing! This is a holy thing!"
We finally ran to the sea, on the boat that Chip gave us...there...everything was shattered, the ocean, the sky, time was reversing, and light leaked out from the cracks.

The light hit the saint's body, and she disappeared in an instant. The girl disappeared, and the monster's body disappeared... She turned into fragments and drifted in the sea...

Those monsters surfaced. They had planned it long ago. All the monsters ate the flesh of the saint, and the saint also ate their flesh..."

"Why don't you try my meat first... no, my lamb..."

Liu Yonglu couldn't understand Botticelli's nonsense at all. Others used forks to eat, but Liu Yonglu made himself a pair of chopsticks with a tree branch. At this time, he picked up a full handful of mutton with chopsticks and put it into Botticelli's bowl.

Botticelli's eyes were still dull, and he just mechanically put the meat in the bowl into his mouth.

As he chewed mechanically, tears as big as beans fell down his cheeks and dripped into the bowl of sesame sauce in Botticelli's hand.

"Well! You are such a loser. You ate so much hot pot that you brought out tears of compassion. I thought you just got out of Xiaoxiguan (the old prison in Tianjin)."

Liu Yonglu quickly gave Botticelli more meat.

“I’m not the first person to see it, nor am I the last. The last time was a young girl who was selling flowers in front of the city’s opera house… I don’t recognize the place, and I don’t understand what they say, but the girl has the same dream as me every night.

She was troubled by dreams and told everyone she knew about her inner confusion, but no one believed her and everyone thought she was crazy...

There are no saints in that world. Castalana is the queen of the country and she has ruled for hundreds of years... Everyone worships her and dares not overstep their authority in the slightest.

But it still happened, black water flowed from people's eyes...it was contagious, tearing each other apart...spreading fear.

Finally, in despair, the living things wailed and headed for the sea, just like mice bewitched by the piper, one after another...

There is no hope, no hope. The filthy Son of God will be born sooner or later, and the world will not thank us, they will only eat the flesh of the Son of God. "

"Ahem... Eating too much mutton will cause internal heat. You'll have blisters on your mouth soon. Eat some Chinese cabbage, but it's a pity there's no vermicelli. Otherwise, I'd have cabbage, vermicelli, and a sesame cake... Oh, that's incurable."

Liu Yonglu was comforting them, but Ling'er and Mili'er were both thoughtful. They both probably understood what Botticelli was talking about. Perhaps he saw the image of the last time the world restarted in his dream.

"I know him!"

Botticelli stood up suddenly with the bowl of sesame sauce, took a spoonful of cabbage into his mouth, and then sat down slowly:

"Do I know him? I... I can't explain it clearly, but I have definitely seen that look, but... but this gentleman shouldn't be a young man...

He stood on a high platform, and below was a mess, with shouts and screams of killing. Under the light of the fire, everything in the holy throne was reduced to ashes.

And this is just the beginning. When everyone thinks that disaster is imminent, it is actually just the beginning...

I don't know, maybe it was his shadow, his soul, but it couldn't be the supreme bishop, because there is no such thing as rejuvenation in this world.

Oh no... maybe, I have seen more terrifying and appalling monsters. The human body is just a shackle after all, and sooner or later it will return to the arms of the Virgin Mary...

He is no longer himself, but the vessel of an ancient god. The Son of God will crawl out of his body, taking with him a bit of his flesh and blood, and disguising himself as him!
Saint Baran! Stop him, only you can stop him! "

"Well, I'm going to fight him in two days. Don't worry, no matter who it is, as soon as we meet, I'll give BK a wrestling blow."

Liu Yonglu comforted her with his mouth, but in his mind he quickly repeated the crazy words that Botticelli had just said.

"Your Excellency... Bishop... Rejuvenation... Mi Li'er... Could this be the person he is talking about?"

Although Liu Yonglu had deduced most of the facts, he still had to ask his think tank advisor about such an important matter.

"I think it might be Bishop Lorraine."

Millie Tang whispered in Liu Yonglu's ear that he was old, had been seen by Botticelli, and had a noble status. After considering these characteristics, there were actually not many suspects who met the criteria.

The Bishop of Lorraine, who has been seriously ill and bedridden in recent days, is obviously the biggest suspect.

In fact, Milly Tang had thought about this before. It is impossible that all believers of the Virgin Mary were infected unconsciously. There must be an original believer.

And the believer must have some desire that can be satisfied in the faith of the Virgin Mary.

Eternal life! This desire has always been the highest pursuit of mankind. The higher the status of a person, the more enthusiastic he is about it. Bishop Lorraine is old and of an extremely noble status. It seems that except for the pursuit of eternal life, all other goals have been achieved.

"After we finish eating hot pot, let's go see the patient."

Liu Yonglu drank the sweet wine in the cup in one gulp. He decided to try it out first to see if there was any.

A meal of mutton hotpot lasted more than two hours. During this time, Liu Yonglu added boiling water to the copper pot three times. Before that, Liu Yonglu was worried that the believers in the Holy See bought too much food, but he really underestimated the fighting power of Xiaohu and Ling'er. The two children's bellies were full of food.

"You two should pack up and we will go see the patient."

After sending Botticelli and Lorenzo away, Millitan directed the two children to help wash the dishes.

"Hey, don't worry, Xiaohu and Ling'er, you two should go back to the room and rest. Bye, I'll take care of everything. The main thing is that I need to use the kitchen to cook some food later."

"doing what?"

"Aren't we here to see a patient? How can we do this empty-handed? I'll prepare a bottle of nine-year-old tiger bone wine, and I'll fry a jar of hot sauce for Father Lorraine later.

You... just sit down on the chair and get comfortable. We'll have to keep our eyes open tonight and find out what this priest is really like!"

(End of this chapter)