brotherly innocence

In the 20th year of the Republic of China, Zhongxia.

In the 20th year of the Republic of China, Zhongxia.

Dingjiang Bund, St. Peter's Catholic Church in the French Concession.

The ethereal mass resounded in the solemn church, and the gate of the hall was slowly closed, leaving behind a hot and dry atmosphere.Stepping into the forest, it seems like a lifetime away.

The light was mild and dim, Ye Rong stood in the corridor for a moment, the priest on the altar looked kindly and calmly, and the angel in the mural seemed to smile peacefully at him.Not many people came to Mass, and the church was a little empty.

Looking around aimlessly for a week, he flicked the back of the black windbreaker and sat gently in a row of empty seats.The thick gospel book in his hand was placed heavily on the desk case, which made the man with glasses around him look sideways in surprise.

His slender fingers brushed over the gilded spine, and when he turned a page, he bowed his head, folded his fingers, and prayed devoutly with his eyes closed.

"Six, Lord Six!" The voice of the man with glasses beside him trembled, as if a devil appeared before his eyes.

But he closed his eyes and followed the mass of the choir, and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

The reply trembled even more: "Liu Ye, Liu Ye, they forced me."

The cold voice asked: "Who?"

The man with glasses didn't dare to look sideways at him, he shook his head indiscriminately, his trembling fingers made a "crack" sound on the table, and fear oozes in his hasty reply, "Yes, yes, it's the Blue Gang, Master Qin's. Young master, Chu Yaonan."

"Chu Yaonan..." Ye Rong muttered to himself.

Without paying attention, "Glasses" suddenly got up and wanted to escape, he lifted his body, but slowly sat back on the spot with a blank expression.There was something cold and hard under the Gospel against him. "Glasses" said in a trembling voice: "Master Liu, this is the French Concession, you can't..."

"Hush--", Ye Rong said softly, with a slight smile on his lips, staring directly at the altar in front of him, and said softly: "Repent!"

An ethereal voice from the altar: "All of you, take this cup and drink it: this cup is my blood, the blood of the new and eternal covenant, which will be poured out for you and all people for the forgiveness of sins. Do this in remembrance of me. "

"six……"

The gun under the book was raised slightly, and the trigger was pulled. With a "poof", "Glasses" lowered its head and lay down on the table, as if praying and confessing sincerely.Blood dripped from the temple, and the crimson color spread on the wooden table.

He stood up with the believers as if nothing had happened, wiped his hands with a snow-white veil, still smiling, with the gospel book in his hand, he walked out of the church calmly and unhurriedly.

A divine voice floats behind: Remember also our brothers and sisters who rest in peace with the hope of resurrection; and remember our ancestors and all who have passed away, that they may behold your glorious face.