Red Dead Redemption Dawn

The three came to this dilapidated church. John didn't know why Father Haydn didn't repair it. The three looked at each other. Because there might be a demon living in it, Kane didn't feel the baptism of the Holy Light, but felt that it was here. It exudes an eerie aura.

"What should I do?" Kane asked.

"Let's sneak in first and see if we can find any strong evidence. Otherwise, it's a bit sloppy to break in directly." John hesitated.

"Listen to you." Kane spread his hands.

"No problem." Lambert has never been very fond of talking.

"Let's go." John took the two of them to the door of the church. The door here is not locked even at night, because I don't know if anyone in need is going to come in to avoid the wind and rain, and there is nothing valuable inside. , because the valuables have been stolen.

In order to avoid making too much noise, John gently opened the door. The fire was dim here. **** was lying quietly on the cross in front of the church. There were two candles in front of it. The dim fire dispelled the church's some dark.

There was a door on the side of the church. John tried to push it, and the door was locked.

Just as John was thinking about whether to violently dismantle it, Kane stepped forward and patted John on the shoulder, motioning him to move away.

After John left, Kane took out a few very professional small iron rods, and then beat the door lock for a while, and then.

With a soft sound of 'smack~', the door opened.

Kane turned his head proudly, and lived up to expectations. John and Lambert gave him thumbs up respectively.

The three entered the small room. This is a small clinic. The usual place where Father Haydn treats the nearby residents. There are all the medicines that should be here. John looked at Kane and Lambert and motioned them to search around. Then Kane and Lambert spread out to search.

There are basically some cheap medicines here. There was a slight noise on the other side. Kane quickly knocked on several locked cabinets on the medicine table.

Then Kane motioned for the two to come and have a look.

John walked over and found several ledgers inside.

John picked it up and looked at it carefully. It turned out that most of the funds allocated to the church by the government were used by priests to buy medicines, so the repair work of the church seemed a little crude.

Thinking about it a few days before John turned to the time of the first dead prostitute at the dock of Blackwater Town. John wants to see what medicines the priest bought a month ago.

Every week, Father Haydn buys a batch of medicines, which are basically cheap common medicines.

But John found that a very specific drug continued to increase in the shopping list for more than a month.

Morphine.

At this time, analgesics should have just appeared, and it cannot replace the medical value of morphine. It is normal for a doctor to buy drugs with morphine in it.

But John noticed that the purchases of morphine in the last month had suddenly become very large.

When John saw this, he turned over the previous few months. If you look carefully, it will only be purchased once every two or three weeks. Only in the most recent month has the purchases increased by a sudden almost tripling.

But I don't know if it's an illusion. This ledger looks old, but John feels a little new.

John put away the ledger and recalled the state that Father Haydn met today.

Then the three of them didn't find anything useful.

"I'm going up to talk to him, you guys wait outside the church." John said to the two of them.

"Listen to you, boss." Kane waved his hand and led Lambert out of the small house.

John came to the only room on the second floor, and John pushed the door directly in.

The silent voice that was not deliberately woke up the sleeping priest.

He turned on the light and saw a figure standing at the door looking at him.

Father Haydn was not frightened by the sudden appearance. Instead, he was half lying on the bed and reached out to touch the glasses on the table by the bedside. After putting them on, he could see clearly that it was John, so he said with a little surprise.

"Son, it's you. What's the matter with coming here so late?"

The room is simply furnished, with only a bed, a table and a chair and some books on the bookshelf at the end of the bed.

John didn't answer but looked at the books "Medical books?"

"Yes, do you want to see it?" Father Haydn asked.

"I definitely don't understand this."

"No, you should understand, this is for beginners." Father Haydn looked like he was teaching and educating people. He wondered if it was an occupational disease.

"All?"

"All."

"Haha, forget it"

John looked at Father Haydn with a kind face and smiled, then pulled up the only chair and sat beside the priest's bed.

"Have I told you that I'm investigating a case?" John asked, looking at the priest.

"Well, I said, has there been any progress?" The priest asked in a gentle tone.

"Father, did you say you were a field doctor?" John asked.

"Yes, almost twenty years." The priest nodded.

"I heard that soldiers who come down from the battlefield will have a kind of war sequelae, and they will do some excesses. Is that true, Father?" John said.

"Well, many soldiers have this kind of symptoms, but they can be mild or severe. The mild symptoms will be effectively relieved within a year or two." Father Haydn nodded.

"What about serious?"

"There will be frequent nightmares, as you said, and some extreme behaviors will occur."

"Then do you have any good countermeasures?"

"Most of these things need to rely on one's own willpower. If you have faith, many of them can be relieved." The priest explained.

"Is there any other way? Like drugs, alcohol?" John said several ways he had heard of.

"This method will eventually destroy myself." Father Haydn said after thinking for a while.

John looked at Father Haydn's clear eyes and asked again.

"Father, do you have one?"

"What?" Father Haydn asked suspiciously.

"The sequelae of the war, do you have any war doctors like you?"

"Some will. After I left the battlefield, I often had nightmares and dreamed that I was back in the camp." Father Haydn nodded and admitted his state just after the war.

"Father, what did you do?" John asked, looking at Father Haydn, who was in good spirits.

"I was addicted to morphine during that time."

"And after that?"

"Afterwards, I entered the church and became a priest." Father Haydn's tone carried a trace of piety.

"Yes." John prepared some words and continued.

"Have I told you that the murderer in this case might be someone who knows a lot about human organs?"

"No, but now I know, you mean that the murderer is a person who has studied medicine." Haydn pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose.

"It should be, he knows the position of human organs. It's a bit rough, but it's accurate." John stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips.

"Have you found the suspect?"

"There is one, but I'm not sure yet." John asked, looking at Father Haydn.

"Then have you investigated him?" Father Haydn asked again.

"No, but he fits the characteristics of a murderer, I'm not sure." John moistened his lips with his tongue and drew a cigarette from his pocket, asking Father Haydn.

"is it okay?"

"Child, you are free, so, is his identity making you jealous?" Father Haydn nodded and asked.

"No, if I were to investigate a person, I wouldn't be afraid of his identity. But his identity is a bit special, and there are some things I don't understand. That's why I said I'm not sure." John took a deep breath took a puff of cigarettes.

Father Haydn was silent for a while, then asked John, who was breathing heavily.

"Is there anything I can answer for you?"

"Father, do you have children?" John asked.

"I once had a wife, but I lost her in a war." Father Haydn recalled.

"I'm sorry to remind you of bad memories."

"It's okay, it was a long time ago, and I can still see her often in my memories." Father Haydn smiled gently.

"Father, what kind of people do you think would attack those weak prostitutes?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure he must have a conscience in his heart."

"I don't think so. I think people who can do such a thing must have a deep resentment against women." John took out another cigarette, lit it and continued, "Actually I just caught it tonight. A group of men abandoned by women."

"Then what crime did they commit?" the priest asked.

"A few of them were prepared by a liar to rob a woman with a stunt of revenge, and then they were caught by me." John took a deep breath of cigarettes and continued.

"Let's talk about the case. The two prostitutes who died have one thing in common. They were not feeling well the day before they died." John said to himself.

"So where do these prostitutes with unstable income go to see a doctor when they are sick? They will definitely come here, but they are not going back."

"But I think it's absurd, why would a priest brutally kill two sick prostitutes and then dismember and throw their bodies? Is it because of the aftermath of the war?" Looking at the silent priest, John continued.

"Definitely not, because if the sequelae persist, I don't know how many people have died in the past 20 years." John continued to say half lying on the chair.

"I checked your account book without your consent. I hope you don't mind. I found that you suddenly bought a large amount of morphine in January, more than three times the amount before." John took out the account book and said.

"But Father, you are in good spirits. Morphine is a drug. It will destroy a person's body and spirit. People who overdose will not be in your state." John noticed that the priest's hand that had been on his abdomen began to curl up. , the priest is nervous.

"So I went through the case again just now, and I found out that the murderer, after killing people, dismembered his body and threw it in the alley."

"It looks like pure revenge, but it's also like showing off your work, Father, if you've been on morphine for a long time, it's possible, but it doesn't look like you right now." John smoked Cigarette unilaterally denied the possibility that the priest was the murderer.

"So, can you tell me who it is?"

"I don't know." After a while of silence, the priest shook his head.

"You know for sure, you don't have to disguise the murderer either. I guess there must be a basement under this church, that's the murder scene, and even I'm sure, where are the two missing organs. The sick prostitute came to you, you weren't there , but the murderer was there, he used drugs to stun them, and then dragged them into the basement. Right?" John said to the priest in a rather bad tone.

After listening to these words, the priest seemed to have suddenly aged more than ten years, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You found out after he killed the second prostitute, so you went to order a lot of morphine the next day, and you even rewritten this ledger for the police who investigated this church. I thought you were taking a lot of morphine more than a month ago. You even told me a lot of information when you met me." John said to Father Haydn with the fake ledger.

"I don't know how you convince that kid that he won't do it again in the future, or what he promised you. But he will bow down eventually, and I won't give him a chance."

"You dare not touch morphine, because you don't know if your old body can handle it after you overdose."

"But you are willing to die for that child."

"I don't want to know why that kid hates prostitutes, or why he cut the prostitute's uterus, let alone the relationship between you and him."

"I'm not interested in exploring."

"But I want to tell you, Father!"

"I'll give you a chance."

"Tell me who he is. I won't condemn you on the grounds that you don't know."

"You can continue to be your priest. UU reading www.uukanshu.com continue to save these toiling beings, as you said, save their bodies and souls."

"Use the rest of your life to atone for that child's sin!" John said the last sentence very lightly, and only Father Haydn and John heard it.

Father Haydn closed his eyes, and two lines of tears ran down his old face.

Then he said softly.

"His name is Jack, and he's my son."

'Boom! ' John slammed the door.

In the shabby room, on the shabby bed, the nearly seventy-year-old man cried like a child.

Outside the church, Lambert and Kane were smoking boredly.

After waiting for a while, I saw John walking out of the church door.

Kane saw that John's face was not very good, so he stepped forward to ask.

"He ran away?"

"No, he can't run, let's go, let's catch him." John shook his head, then walked towards the left cemetery.

"Where is he?" Kane asked in confusion.

"Yes." John nodded.

"Not a priest?" Kane noticed something was wrong.

"no."

"Then does he know?"

"I should know later." John nodded.

"Are we going to arrest him?" Kane continued to ask.

"No, let's just pretend he doesn't know. He's more uncomfortable than he is in prison." John shook his head in denial.

"Then why didn't he report it?" Kane was a little puzzled.

"Well~ I don't know, maybe it's because of love." John shook his head and said he didn't know.

"Want to stare at him?" Lambert asked suddenly.

"Well, it's okay, just stare for a while to avoid any accidents." John nodded in agreement with Lambert's statement.