God forbids me to fall in love

Moen suppressed the itch from being stimulated in his throat, and recounted to the priest his experience from beginning to end.

And the expression of the other party turned out to be as if he knew such a bizarre thing for the first time, so he turned pale with shock.

It can be seen that the previous two narrations were not heard by him.

That's right, the priest is an extremely fanatical believer, and he instinctively does not believe in any weird supernatural powers in the world.

Because he firmly believes that God loves the world and protects the world.

They only feel that all the bad things in the world are due to sinister human hearts, but they refuse to admit that God will allow evil existence to invade the world—every fanatical believer thinks this way.

Moen suddenly felt powerless. He even thought that even though he also believed in the God of truth, Yamega, he couldn't deny that the behavior and thinking of many believers had reached a pathological level.

It shouldn't be like this.

He secretly felt that the world should not be like this.

Moen lowered his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before opening them again.

After he finished his report, two strong men came running outside the altar.

They stepped forward quickly and said in a panic: "My lord, Mrs. Griffin was found dead at home. The death was exactly the same as that of Master Griffin. The blood was drained. The time of death was about last night, not more than a day. We investigated In the whole body of the two corpses, only a gash was found at the back of the neck of each of them, but, it looks like... a human tooth mark!"

Hearing this, Moen almost couldn't stand up, he turned his head in disbelief, and at the same time his legs were weak, and he felt dizzy.

The blood was not sucked by the nightingale, could it be that it was sucked by a human? !

The reactions of everyone present were the same as his, and the priest kept taking two steps back, raising his hand to cover his heart, and his staggering figure was supported by the strong man beside him.

"Moen, do you know about this?" He said with trembling lips.

"No..." Moen replied heavily, and suddenly raised his head, "But, I think Young Master Griffin knew about his mother's death. Do you still remember? When I noticed something was wrong, I asked him Asked if he could appease Mrs. Griffin, but he refused to agree, answering 'I'm afraid not'..."

After Moen heard what the strong man said, he really thought that it might be the young master Griffin who "killed" his parents, but this conjecture was too insane, and the young master himself died.

"This matter cannot be resolved by us."

The priest made a final decision after a long silence, and decided to send Moen, the Griffin family and the dead body of a bird to the Holy See for the highest authority to investigate the matter directly.

He released the messenger pigeon overnight, and planned to send this strange "team" on a long journey tomorrow morning.

The overwhelming feeling of nausea accompanied by consternation and panic lasted until Moen left the altar and still filled his mind.

Tonight was the last time left for him. After a night's rest, he had to leave the small town of Paddinglitan and set off for the center of the mainland.

There was no excitement in my heart about going to the place closest to God, but was filled with heavy exhaustion and bewilderment.

It was already dark when Moen returned to his room. He sat at the table blankly after eating a little tasteless meal, not knowing what was behind the strange death of the Griffin family, and he didn’t know how to leave by himself. Finally, who can entrust the bird to take care of it.

And today was probably destined to be an extraordinarily busy day, even at this time someone came to disturb him——his door was knocked again.

But this time, the knock on the door was much softer.

"Moen... I, I'm Percy, and I have something to say to you."

Moen was very surprised. He quickly stood up and greeted him, saying at the same time, "Please come in."

Patsy's appearance was visible to the naked eye, and he stood stiffly by the door after he came in, no matter how Moen invited him to sit down, he just waved his hands.

"That "Strange Tales" is mine. You have read the story of the nightingale, right?" With big dark circles under his eyes, he spoke directly, but with a humble tone, "I heard you You also feel that Nightingale did what the priest said, don't you?"

Moen actually dispelled this unrealistic conjecture after hearing the "bloodletting mouth" reported by the strong man, but before he could deny it, Percy had already started talking about it again: "I know that story is Really, the nightingale must have appeared in Paddington. I have seen it a long time ago, and I have seen it with my own eyes!"

His words startled Moen.

"You've seen it, what do you mean?"

"When I was still in Gendikon Church, I was ordered to deal with a murder case. The point is not here. The deceased died with a sharp weapon, and nothing weird happened, but..." His eyes flickered when he said this , "Huh" before continuing, "But when I went to investigate, I happened to meet a nightingale. It was lying on the wound of the deceased, eating greedily. That scene was impossible in my life forget!"

"Do you understand? After hearing about the death of Master Griffin this time, I immediately thought of the nightingale... I know I am weak and cowardly, but who will believe this? I know This matter is weird, and I didn't mean to hurt you if I didn't say anything. Fortunately, nothing happened to you, otherwise, I really have a bad conscience." Passy raised his hand to cover his face, and shrugged his shoulders a few times.

Moen was still immersed in the experience he just had, and didn't speak.

Passy raised his arm and rubbed his eyes, pursed his lips and sincerely told Moen: "I know that the priest arranged for you to go to the Holy See, and the people there will only be more stubborn, even if they see it with their own eyes, they may not be willing." Believe in the truth. I just came here to advise you to be careful..."

"But, the nightingale didn't suck the blood."

Seeing the serious and worried expression on the other party's face, Moen couldn't help interrupting him, "Afterwards, the strong man sent to search the whole body of the corpse, and the only wound was on the back of the neck, which is clearly..."

As he spoke, he stopped himself.

Because combined with Passy's words, he suddenly thought of a new possibility

Birds can wait for people to make wounds before drinking blood.

As for this candidate, Moen could only think of Young Master Griffin.

As soon as the train of thought reached here, it stopped again, after all, the other party was a dead person after all.

Moen frowned and punched himself on the head resentfully, seeing Percy's blank expression, he added silently: "It's nothing, the wound on the back of the neck was not caused by birds. Thank you for reminding me, I will Be careful."

Percy responded, and left in a daze.

Moen waited until the person had left before sitting back on the chair, picked up the half-burned page and turned it over and over again.

In fact, he didn't know what he was still looking at, maybe he was just looking for something to do to suppress his bewilderment.

"Jiujiu." Xiao Hei stood on the table and stared at him, as if wanting to interact with him.

Usually at this time, Moen would play cooperatively with the bird for a while, but today he really couldn't cheer up.

He patted Xiao Hei's head perfunctorily, put away the paper, and after a moment of hesitation, he walked in front of the medium-sized white jade statue in the room.

As soon as he knelt down, Xiao Hei frantically ran up to him and ran around, "Jiu Jiu" interrupted.

"Xiao Hei, don't make trouble for now, can you?" Moen sighed.

Every prayer would be interrupted, and he was a little powerless.

But after he finished speaking, he soon felt that his tone was a little heavy. Knowing that the bird would not be able to feel this, he gently picked up Xiao Hei and said to it earnestly: "I am praying to the gods." God bless you, if you make me anger the gods, who will feed you? If there is no great god Yemiga, I am afraid that I will die in Griffin's house..."

His eyes fluttered, he followed Xiao Hei's feathers, and continued: "Maybe it is God's guidance that allows you to find me and save me by chance."

Xiao Hei lowered his head little by little according to his words, his body became very stiff, motionless in Moen's palm.

Its pair of black eyes no longer stared at Moen's face, but at the cage, or in other words, at the wooden man in the cage.

Moen's heart seemed to be squeezed by someone.

He tried his best to ignore this abnormality, thinking that he had calmed Xiao Hei, smiled a little, and sent him back to the cage.

Then he knelt on the ground again, and the bird really stopped making any noise.

Moen closed his eyes and murmured: "Dear Lord Yemiga, the god of truth, your devout believer, Moen, is praying here, praying that you will protect your people and avoid disasters and sufferings. I will always be grateful and praised, Adhering to your will, I dedicate the rest of my life to you..."

"Bangdang-"

Moen opened his eyes in shock, turned his head in a panic, and saw that the birdcage was falling to the ground, Xiao Hei's body was lying stiff in the cage, his calf bound with cloth strips stretched straight out, and his paws curled up.

Even though it was drenched all over by the dumped water basin and rice bowl, it didn't respond.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it just fell to the wound.

Moen's breathing and heartbeat were both stagnant, and he didn't even bother to apologize to the gods, he just hurried over in a kneeling position, and hurriedly straightened the birdcage.

"Little black!"

He opened the door of the cage in a panic, and carefully held Xiao Hei out, blinking his eyelashes at a rapid rate, and trembling uncontrollably between his fingers.

The pupils of the cold and hard bird in his hand dilated, and his eyes no longer had the slightest expression.

Its pitch-black feathers were dull, and the wounds on its body smelled of festering.

It looked like he had been dead for a long time.

Not a single bird dies for a second and the carcass rots and stinks.

"Little Black..."

Moen froze, calling Xiao Hei's name hoarsely.

He even suspected that the two weeks of getting along was just his illusion.

……

"God Son Moen, come out as soon as possible when it's time to set off." The strong man walked to the door of God Son's room and shouted loudly.

He raised his hand and patted the door three times vigorously, and it took about a minute for someone to open it.

"You..." The strong man was a little stunned when he saw someone.

The son of God in front of him usually has bright eyes and sparse eyebrows, elegant temperament, and personable demeanor. When I saw him today, the clergy robe on his body was still crumpled, as if he hadn't taken it off all night. If you look closely, you can find some dust and dirt on it.

Seeing that the eye circles are also red, and the eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, he looks really embarrassed.

The strong man said in his heart: The dignified son of God is afraid of this trip to such an extent that it is really ridiculous...

On the one hand, he conveyed the notice calmly: "The carriage to the Holy See is ready, please hurry up."

"En." Moen replied in a dazed manner, and went back to his room to pick up the simple luggage he had packed last night.

Under the silent gaze of the priest and the sons and goddesses of the gods, he boarded the carriage to the Holy See, and accompanied the bodies of the Griffin family of three, looking at the church building outside the window.

In the room belonging to the son of God, Moen, there was only an empty birdcage left, and the little black bird that belonged to it would remain forever in the land of Partin Litan.

It had saved his life.

It was the birds that saved his life, not the gods.

Feeling the speeding carriage, Moen sat back in the corner wearily.

He closed his eyes, the warm liquid could not be contained in his eyes that had been sore all night, rolling down his cheeks.

Moen hugged his knees and buried his head in them.

A few small whimpers escaped from his throat, but it's a pity that there will be no more fluffy heads rubbing against his ears to make him happy.

The author has something to say: Moen: God Yemiga blesses my w bird: I am so mad that I am so mad

really mad

(The W bird is based on what some readers call it in the comment area, and it’s strange that the cute 2333 is just like you call the little old tree of the god tree)