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Chapter 227 Gunshots

"You know, I have heard your story before I became a priest. You are the best and the strongest. You are the goal I have always longed for."

The black man kept talking, but the white man narrating the conversation remained cold-faced and ignored him.

Looking out the car window, he still couldn't understand that his best partner would suddenly commit a crime.

The vehicle quickly stopped at the downstairs of the mobile gray building. The white man opened the door and got out. The black man driving the car shouted:

"Preston, I will come to pick you up tomorrow. I hope you can be on time."

Preston glanced at him indifferently, closed the car door and turned to leave without answering.

The stiff smile at the corner of the black man's mouth gradually tightened, his face turned cold, he stepped on the accelerator and left slowly.

Xiaoyu hesitated slightly, and finally turned around and chased after the car.

From their conversation, it can be known that these two guys seem to have a high status in this city, and you should know a lot of things by following them.

The white man named Preston was going home, so he definitely didn't have any important information. There might be some unexpected gains from following the black man.

Watching the car leave, Preston's eyes were cold, and he walked slowly into the building, stepped up the long stairs, and walked through the quiet and neat corridor toward the door.

After inserting the key and pushing open the door, the room was already brightly lit, and my son was sitting in the hall watching religious declarations.

The two exchanged glances, only cold and ruthless. Preston took off his coat and was about to wash up, when his eight-year-old son stopped him.

"Dad, today I saw Ham crying. He thought no one noticed but I saw it. I reported it to the teacher and he was taken away by the soldiers."

Preston deadpanned: "Well done."

After receiving the affirmation, the boy withdrew his gaze and returned his vision to the religious video in front of him.

None of them saw that a dark figure had appeared in the room. The huge scythe was leaning against the sofa. Zhang Lin sat with his legs crossed and looked at them.

The religious video being played is the same as the propaganda videos that can be seen everywhere on the street. There is only one person in it called the Pope. He constantly brainwashes everyone and preaches that emotions are the source of all crimes and that medicine can suppress emotions and is a good medicine for salvation.

All those who dare to offend their emotions will be burned in flames, bringing clarity to the world.

In those chaotic memories, Zhang Lin already had a deep understanding that the entire city was controlled by the man called the Pope. Everyone had been brainwashed since childhood. Only by rejecting feelings could they gain security and peace.

All people who awaken their emotions are potential criminals, sources of evil, and should be humanely destroyed!

Zhang Lin couldn't understand why such an extreme world existed. If only the soul body was not left now, he really wanted to look at other places in the world. Could it be that the entire world was such an extreme dictatorship?

He shook his head and looked at the boy next to him who was watching the brainwashing video intently, with a smile on his lips.

As luck would have it, the boy who previously caught emotional criminals on the roadside turned out to be the protagonist's child.

At only eight years old, he can pretend to be ruthless in front of a group of dangerous adults without being discovered. He has matured earlier than he looks on the outside. Even most adults have to know how to hide themselves and protect their own safety.

He has feelings, but it has to be said that his true heart is more terrifying than those adults who use drugs to suppress their emotions.

He didn't have a normal childhood, but he had things he wanted to protect.

Preston was taking a shower in the bathroom, and the image of his previous partner being killed by his own hands flashed through his mind.

He always said that he didn't feel sad or sad, or even regretful or painful. He just couldn't understand why an emotional criminal would touch a taboo even though he knew he would die.

After a brief cleaning, I took some food from the refrigerator to fill my stomach. Without any communication with the two children, I went into the room to sleep alone.

After watching the video, the boy outside got up and washed himself, then returned to the room and lay down.

My sister was lying on the bed with her hands raised in the air. Through the light outside the window, her small palms made cute shapes on the wall.

"Don't do that!"

The boy's voice was serious and he scolded in a low voice. The little girl was startled and quickly retracted her arm.

"Do you want to be killed by them like mom?"

The girl couldn't help but shuddered, but the boy grabbed her hands: "Look at me, look into my eyes. If we want to survive, we must stay calm and no longer have fear!"

The boy took a deep breath and pulled up the quilt to cover his and his sister's hands so that the outside world didn't know what they were doing.

The boy came close to the girl and told her in a low voice everything he had seen and done at the Priest College today.

How many emotional criminals have been caught, how many have been shot, and how many have been sentenced to be burned.

The girl's body was trembling all the time, but she was tightly held by the boy. There was no words to comfort her, he just covered her mouth tightly to prevent her from crying to release the fear in her heart.

Zhang Lin had been standing by the bed, watching them quietly.

This is what the boy wants to protect, his family. His father is the best hunter in the Holy See, responsible for catching emotional criminals and sending them to the incinerator.

He and his sister have awakened their emotions, but they cannot experience father's love and mother's love like normal children. They can only hide it carefully. If they are not careful, they will end in flames.

Looking at everything, Zhang Lin turned around and walked directly through the wall into the next room.

There was a dim desk lamp lighting the room, and Preston had fallen into a dream. Even under the water, he showed no fluctuations, and all the chemical surges in his brain were suppressed by the drugs.

Zhang Lin stretched out his fingers and gently placed them on his smooth forehead, closing his eyes slightly.

Everything seems to be back in the day. A partner who has worked together for many years behaves strangely and hides books without turning them in.

He investigated secretly, looking for the truth, and finally found him in a ruined church outside the city.

He held the book in hand and read it deeply, his eyes full of yearning and intoxication, and he murmured the poems in the book.

This partner with whom he had worked closely and tacitly for many years actually knew the law and broke the law!

When he came, they looked at each other, one cold and the other regretful.

There was obsession, regret and pity in those eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, accepting everything calmly: "I knew you would come, you are so 'excellent'."

Preston, who had been suppressing his emotions with drugs for a long time, could not understand the last two words with emphasis, and responded coldly: "You should know the result."

My partner smiled lightly and did not respond directly. Instead, he read aloud the beautiful words in the book on the ground.

"I am alone with only dreams, and I spread the wings of dreams at your feet..."

Pointing the gun at his forehead, Preston said with a cold face: "Destroy it, and maybe I will forgive your sins."

"Forgive?" My partner was surprised: "Maybe you don't even know what forgiveness feels like?"

With a sigh, he picked up the book in his hand again and prepared to read, but Preston's gun was already loaded.

"Put him down and you'll die!"

His partner smiled lightly and slowly stretched one hand towards the pistol placed aside: "I am willing to bear it."

Slowly, the book in his hand was slowly raised, and the other hand placed the pistol between his legs.

boom!

The bloody roses bloomed brilliantly, pieces of paper flew in the air, and the source of death fell into a pool of blood!

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