Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Light filled his eyes and his vision returned. Wu Heng found that he was in a small church.

The walls are hung with religious-style paintings, which are colorful and give people a sense of solemnity. The light inside the church is soft and shines on the ground through the wooden windows, forming a cross-shaped light and shadow. This environment makes people feel pure.

"Emil Church."

Smelling the faint fragrance that filled the church, the name of this church came to his mind.

Wu Heng looked down at his clothes again.

Very solemn!

He wore a black robe and a golden cross on his chest, giving him a sense of sanctity.

Wu Heng walked to the prayer table, picked up the golden mirror and reflected himself.

He controlled his facial expression and moved closer to the expression that a priest should have. A gentle smile appeared on his thirty-year-old face. This smile and makeup made people feel very friendly at a glance.

"Victor Liszt."

Wu Heng absorbed the remaining memories in his mind. This was the name of his body, and his identity was the priest of this church in the town of Hemington.

He is actually a priest!

To assume this role in his present nature is in itself the greatest blasphemy against God.

God doesn't like him, just like he doesn't like God, Wu Heng firmly believes this.

Because he is already in hell.

God may redeem a wicked person, but He will never redeem an evil deceiver, especially an evil deceit without faith.

In the church at this time,

The last prayer had left five minutes ago. He simply sat in the first row below, picked up the Bible and started reading it, but he was thinking about how to start the plot.

In the empty church, the only sound was the sound of Wu Heng flipping through the pages of a book, which was very quiet.

Sigh--!

The half-closed door of the church was pushed open, and the smell of alcohol drifted to Wu Heng's position with the breeze flowing in from the door. His hand while flipping through the Bible stopped and he looked back.

The man was tall and thin, with tanned skin. He was wearing a striped shirt, faded jeans and tattered technician shoes. There were no traces of fine lines on his face except at the corners of his eyes. He was nearly forty years old, but he looked only three-dimensional. Ten years old.

The whole person should have had a capable and mature temperament, but it disappeared and his face was full of decadence.

His cheeks were stained with dried and transparent tears, and there were two black and purple masses under his eye sockets. His cheeks were hot from drinking, and his red nose looked like it was inflamed.

"Father, let me pray!"

He stood at the door, his voice hoarse and trembling, speaking word by word.

It can be heard from the voice that there is huge fear in his heart.

"Son, come here, and the Lord will hear your prayers."

Wu Heng smiled, nodded slightly, and spoke to the person at the door in a gentle voice.

At the same time, a message came from the tower seal:

[Contact the characters in the plot and explore to improve your score. 】

This was the reason for his soothing expression.

The person at the door seemed to have been saved after hearing Wu Heng's words. The expression on his face relaxed slightly. He walked stiffly and staggered towards Wu Heng's side.

It seems that because of the strong smell of alcohol on his body, he chose to sit on the other side of the aisle closest to the aisle, about two meters away from Wu Heng.

Wu Heng felt like he was not contacting a living person, but rather welcoming a ghost.

This person seemed to have died somewhere, perhaps by jumping from a building, perhaps by hanging, and his body was still swinging in the wind somewhere.

But there is indeed a living person in front of him. He is just too close to death, as if he is already dead.

"My child, what is your name?"

"You seem to be feeling a little uncomfortable."

Wu Heng turned his head and spoke softly, his voice gentle with a hint of concern, just like a real father.

"My name is Ben Hanscom." The drunk man said his name.

"Don't be nervous, Ben."

"Now is your time, whether it is repentance or prayer, the statue of Jesus is here, and I am here too."

Wu Heng's eyes slightly glanced at the wooden statue above the church platform, with hands spread out and nailed to the cross.

The person in front of me is the little fat man with a talent for construction in the first part. In the second part, he has become a famous architect, created his own wealth, and was praised by Time magazine as " The most promising new generation of architects in the United States."

Ben followed Wu Heng's eyes and looked at the statue, which seemed to give him some confidence. He lowered his head slightly, stared at the black-painted table, seemed to be observing the lines on it, and whispered:

"I'm a big fat pig!"

He paused for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, and continued after about 5 seconds:

"I was very fat when I was a kid. I never played baseball or basketball. I was always the first to be caught playing hide-and-seek. Even I couldn't stand it. Back home, there were a few guys who often gave me trouble."

"One of them was Reginald Huggins, but we all called him Belzi, and the other one was Victor Kreese, and there were others."

"But the worst one is a guy named Henry Bowles. He is worse than everyone combined. If there is a born villain in the world, it is definitely Henry. He not only bullies me, but I am too fat. Can’t run as fast as anyone else.”

Wu Heng knew who Henry he was talking about. He was a character who was bullied by his violent father at home and then bullied others outside. He was tricked into killing people by being given a dagger by the clown Pennywise, and the first one was stabbed to death. His own father.

"My child, it's over!"

Ben didn't say anything when he heard this, he just unbuttoned his own buttons and pulled his shirt open.

There is a funny, twisted scar on his abdomen, above his navel. It is a wrinkled, white, and old scar that bears the traces of time.

The scar resembles an English letter, a twisted "H".

"The wound has healed, but the scar has not disappeared. Is this what they did?"

Wu Heng already knew in his heart, so he still asked deliberately.

"It was Henry Bowles who did it. It feels like a lifetime ago. Fortunately, he only had one letter tattooed and didn't let me carry his full name around."

Ben took out a piece of lemon wrapped in plastic wrap from his pocket, raised his head and dripped lemon juice into his nostrils like nasal medicine, then his body trembled violently and shuddered.

"Kid, you seem to be scared, but the wound has healed. That bad boy should also get his comeuppance!"

Wu Heng watched Ben's operation. He had seen people sucking on various things, but this was the first time he had seen people sucking on lemon juice.

"Yes, Father, he died. He died not long after he carved the words on my stomach."

"But I don't care about him at all, and I don't care about the scar."

Ben wiped the snot that flowed out and was mixed with lemon scent. His eyes filled with tears, bloodshot but absolutely awake.

"Father, please tell me, are there ghosts in this world?"

Ben held the lemon tightly in his hand, as if he was preparing to put a few more drops into his nose. Due to excessive force, a layer of juice was squeezed out of the surface of the lemon, and it flowed on his hand. Get sticky.

"this problem."

Wu Heng pondered for a moment, turned over the Bible in front of him, and said softly:

"have!"

This answer made Ben's body feel like an electric shock. The bloodshot eyes in his eyes turned redder. He stared at the priest in front of him pleadingly, as if he wanted Wu Heng to tell him that he was lying to him.