my stealth fighter

Chapter 245 Blasphemy
January is the most comfortable period of the year in Kolkata. The weather is neither hot nor cold, and it seldom rains, but the good times are always very short. When it enters February, the temperature will rise rapidly, which is scorching summer package.

Not long after that sensational massacre, the murderer has not been arrested, but Calcutta is not much different from usual. The poor in the slums do whatever they need to do. They are more concerned about whether there is dinner today than worrying about the murderer who is elusive. Landing.

In the place where the murder occurred, most of the security forces around the dying house have been withdrawn. When asked by the media when the murderer was arrested, the local police's speech can only be official.

Time will dilute everything. Although the massacre is noisy for a while, there will always be endless news to divert people's attention. Human beings are always good at forgetting.

On this day, several luxury cars that looked very high-end were parked in front of the Dying House, in stark contrast to the dilapidated private cars around them whose paint had faded so that their original color could not be seen.

The homeless people nearby squatted in the shadows, staring at the doors of those luxury cars with scorching gazes from their deep eye sockets, guessing where the big shots came from.

There is still a cordon around the Dying House. Except for the brave children, no one dares to cross the cordon and enter inside. After all, what happened that day was too terrible. The blood flowing from the Dying House was stained red. Throughout the street, several policemen who arrived at the scene went in to take a look, and then ran out to vomit.

Although the corpses have been cleaned up, it is said that if you enter the dying house at night, you will hear the wailing of the unjust souls. This kind of saying was first circulated among the children who tried their courage, and then spread like wildfire. There are rumors It is said that there is another child who went in to test his courage and never came out again, disappearing without a trace.

The door opened.

Several feet in clean white stockings stepped on the dusty ground one after another.

It's a woman!
Just by looking at the shape and curvature of these ankles, one can tell that the owner of the feet is definitely a fair lady.

A few figures stepped out of the car. They felt the wretched eyes of the homeless men, and gave them a cold glance, as if they were looking at scum.

The homeless sighed in disappointment. They thought they could see hot beauties, but the few people who got out of the car were all wrapped in black robes, and their faces were hidden in the shadow of hoods.

Silver crosses hung around their necks, swaying slightly as they walked.

That's right, those figures were all priests, to be precise, five nuns.

Their nuns' robes are slightly different from the common nuns' robes, with a hood instead of a turban, a round white collar around the neck, and everything else is black.

Oh, and the stockings they occasionally show when they lift their feet are also white.

What are the nuns doing here?
Praying for the dead in a dying home?Or do you want to save the innocent souls wandering in the dying house?

The five nuns didn't seem to notice the hot sight of the homeless man, which was so hot that it could almost penetrate the nun's clothes. They looked at the dying house, then raised the cordon, and disappeared inside the dying house.

The dying house was as quiet as a tomb. The floor had been cleaned, but it was still red. Even the bottom of the walls were red. The red was two or three centimeters higher than the floor. One can imagine how much blood was shed here that day.

There was no one in the room and no lights were on.

The five nuns pulled back their hoods to reveal their faces.

They were all young, and the leader was a blond, blue-eyed Western woman who looked less than 20 years old, but her eyes were extremely sharp.

They stood in front of the portrait of Mother Teresa, and even the portrait was splattered with a trail of dried blood.

A nun wiped the blood away from the portrait with a tissue.

At the same time, they made the cross on their chests, held the cross, and bowed their heads to pray to the portrait of Mother Teresa.

"Dear Mother Teresa, someone dares to desecrate this holy place, we must find out the truth and punish the murderer severely!" Catherine swore on behalf of everyone.

With a sullen face, she gestured to the other four nuns, and the five split up to search the home of the dying.

The police have searched this place countless times, and have taken away all useful and useless evidence. The nuns' search is doomed to return in vain.

White lime lines are used to outline the outlines of human figures on the red floor and beds, but these "human figures" are headless human figures.

"Catherine, here." One of the nuns noticed something worth noting.

Catherine, blond and blue-eyed, walked quickly.

The nun pointed to a mark on the bed, "It looks like a cut from a sword, but it's not the same."

This trace should be the beheading mark left on the bed by the murderer after he chopped off the victim's head while the murder weapon was still alive.

But if you are a master who can control your own power with ease, it stands to reason that your movements should be sent and received freely, and you will not waste any extra power. cut marks.

Catherine stared at the cut mark, and immediately noticed the strangeness of the cut mark. She gently pressed her hand on the side of the cut mark.

wow.

The bed collapsed along the extension of the cut, breaking in two.

"Strange, the cut marks are obviously not deep, why..." the nun next to him asked in surprise.

Catherine shook her head, "The bed was not cut from the outside to the inside, but from the inside to the outside. The inside of the wood has been destroyed by some force."

"A mortal would not possess such power. Now it can be confirmed that the person who caused this massacre was an extraordinary person... no, it should be said to be a demon!" Catherine concluded.

Another nun nodded, "Should I report to the dean now?"

"No, I will handle this matter with full authority. It will not be too late to report to the dean after the demon is arrested." Catherine said arbitrarily.

The nuns were hesitant to speak, worried that Catherine would be like last time, she obviously possessed overwhelming strength, but she did not choose to arrest the enemy, but directly killed the enemy, and then declared in front of the dean that the enemy fiercely resisted and vowed not to surrender , so I had no choice but to kill...

(End of this chapter)