"Don't worry, I'm a priest, and I won't reveal the confessor's secrets, so speak out boldly!"

Russell nodded secretly. What he said made sense. If he were a priest, he would keep it secret for the confessor.

"Father, it's like this. I have a friend who took his wife to camp by himself, but when he woke up by the lake, his wife disappeared... For this reason, he was terrified and couldn't sleep well."

Priest: "..."

There was silence behind the wooden board for a while, and suddenly, the priest directly pulled the wooden board away, and under Russell's bewildered expression, a cup of coffee was handed to him.

The bald priest had a gray beard and looked 50 years old at least. He said with a serious face, "Your situation is a bit complicated. Let's have a cup of coffee first, and let's talk slowly."

"Father, it's not me, it's my friend."

"Well, your friend."

This priest is interesting!

Russell picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, which was a bit bitter. He frowned and drank the cup of coffee in one gulp: "Father, go on, how should I enlighten my friend."

The priest took the coffee cup with a smile, looked at the bottom of the empty cup, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes: "You can give a Bible to your friends. There are many stories with deep meaning in it. You can read it several times. Purifying the mind should be able to help him, for example..."

The priest opened up the chatter box and chatted for a quarter of an hour. Seeing that Russell was full of energy, he pursed his parched lips and chattered for another twenty to ten minutes.

After talking for more than half an hour, the priest's mouth was parched and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

Russell looked at him with a funny face: "Father, you don't need the police if reasoning works. Do you have any other options?"

The priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed: "Why don't you ask your friend to consult a lawyer, maybe you can find a solution!"

"With an agent, as long as the money is in place, a lawyer can solve all problems." Russell nodded in agreement, stood up and thanked: "Father, thank you for helping me answer my doubts. I will contact... my friend and ask him to find a lawyer."

"and many more!"

The priest chased out of the confession room, grabbed Russell's arm, and sat with him on the pew in the church hall: "Young man, I suddenly thought of a few good ideas. After all, lawyers are not omnipotent. Sit down and listen to me slowly." explain."

Next, the enthusiastic priest helped Russell's friends think of more than a dozen solutions, from the police station, the court, to friends in society, and finally to consortiums and congressmen. I have fully seen the darkness of this society.

Russell listened with gusto, but the priest was sweating profusely, and couldn't help asking: "Young man, I've said so much, you...don't you find it boring and drowsy?"

"Not at all, I have severe insomnia, and I won't be sleepy if I don't sleep for ten days and a half months!"

The priest pulled up his sleeve robe and wiped the sweat off his face: "Wait a minute, I'll make you a cup of coffee."

"Father, you are too polite, I am so sorry..."

"It's okay. There are not many patient young people like you. I like to chat with you." The priest ran away in a hurry, and trotted back with a pot of coffee after a while. Seeing that Russell hadn't left, he showed a happy smile on his face.

Russell picked up the full coffee cup, blew on the hot air and drank it in one gulp, smacking his lips and said, "Father, what brand is your coffee? It tastes really bitter."

"No brand, freshly ground coffee beans..."

"What brand of coffee beans are those?"

“Roast your own beans!”

The priest stared at Russell as he spoke. Seeing that he was getting more and more energetic, he opened his mouth a few times and hesitated to speak. He couldn't bear it anymore: "Young man, don't you want to sleep for a while?"

"When you say that, I'm really a little..." Russell lost his voice as he spoke, and fell asleep on the chair unconscious.

"Young man, are you all right?"

The priest patted Russell on the shoulder to confirm that he had really slept like a dead pig, and then he let out a sigh of relief.He wiped off the sweat from his bald head, carried Russell on his shoulder, and walked into the side door of the hall.

Through the long corridor, the priest carried Russell to the clergy rest area, pushed open a wooden door, and threw Russell to the ground.

This is a living room similar to a study. There is a chair directly in front of the fireplace, and an old lady with gray hair and round sunglasses is sitting on it.

The hands and feet of the old man are trapped by steel wires, but this is not a heavy church imprisonment, because the old man's parents are really unflattering.

His gray face was like a stiff corpse, his eyes were white and swollen, and his facial features were seeping blood. When he saw the priest approaching, he immediately opened his mouth and let out a hoarse howl, clenching his sinister teeth continuously.

Zombies!

This old lady has been infected and turned into a zombie!

The priest looked at his sister, who was neither human nor ghost, took out the Bible, opened it, and read: "My lord judges, I will bring evil spirits to the world, if they don't understand my holy words..."

Bang!

A gunshot interrupted the priest. He stared blankly at his sister who was killed by the headshot, his expression collapsed and he let out a meaningless ahh.

"You bastard, I want your life, how can you kill her?"

The priest's face was ferocious, his brows were full of hostility, he turned around and rushed towards Russell.

Bang!

Russell put away the sand eagle, and whispered to the priest's headless corpse: "Feeding the dead with the living, forgive me for disagreeing with your teachings, and... you are guilty!"

After taking care of the priest who died without regret, Russell thought deeply, turned on the TV in the living room, skipped a few channels with no signal, and began to watch local news programs.

"The reporter from Raccoon City reports to you that the sudden killings continue to sweep across the city, and the atrocities are raging like a plague, which seems to be endless and unstoppable..."

"The Umbrella Company has sent armed guards and armored vehicles. The whole city has been blocked and the citizens are evacuating in an orderly manner..."

(one ``one)

"Infinite Novice Village? It shouldn't be. I remember that this is the main god's space. Is it appropriate for a superwoman to bully newcomers?"

Russell was full of doubts, wondering what the Lord God and the Lord God would do next: "Speaking of which, why is it the church instead of following the convention and starting from the carriage?"

What about coldness and shaking?

"The second part of [Resident Evil] has already started, could it be that I was delayed for a while...to be late?"

Chapter 525 Ketchup and Lickers

"The living dead are rampant..."

In the TV screen, the beautiful reporter, with a frightened face, broadcast live the shocking changes in Raccoon City to the audience.

Crowds covered in blood and gray eyes poured in mightily from the end of the street. No signs of life could be found on these people, and many even had mutilated limbs and varying degrees of decay.

The zombie virus spread wildly like a cancer cell, infecting most of the citizens of Raccoon City, and the remaining small part were struggling on the verge of death. The city was hopeless.

In the shot, the special police with live ammunition are holding weapons, and the police cars are lined up as a cover, venting their firepower frantically when the corpses are approaching.

After the rain of metal bullets, hordes of zombies were riddled with holes and sticky black blood dripped down. A few zombies died from being shot in the head, and more followed the desire to 'eat' and continued to move forward.

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