Why it never ends

Chapter 5 Calling for Help
There are two telephones in St. Anne's Abbey.

One is in Dean Irma's lounge, and the other is in Miss Golding's archives.

The night was already very deep, and the monastery on the high mountain was silent. Hesta hid between the floor of the suspended corridor and the rocks. She tightly covered her mouth with her hands, trying her best not to make a sound.

She was crying so much that her eyes hurt a little at the moment, and she heard the demon slowly passing over her head, and then gradually disappearing at the end of the corner.

It was about fifteen minutes from the sitting room where the children rested, and ten minutes from Miss Golding's archives, and the evil thing was that the two places were in opposite directions.

There is only one choice between notifying others and calling the police.

Hesta didn't hesitate for too long - most of the children in the monastery will leave here to seek employment in society after they reach the age of 14, so there are not many people here who can calmly manage the overall situation.Now run over to wake everyone up, the outcome of the panic may be even worse.

Then there is only one option - call the police and notify the chelate hunters.

She and Boheng used to go in and out of Miss Gerding's archives. Boheng is 14 years old and is the oldest child in the monastery. Whenever a newcomer enters the monastery, Sister Gerding always asks him to sort out and record the materials of the newcomer. Later, Hesta was also selected to enter the archives, and she and Boheng got acquainted with each other because of this.

During these years of living, Hester knew that there were at least three ways to lead to Miss Gerding's archives-the fastest one may not take ten minutes, but seven minutes is enough.

No.

No... wait.

Dean Alma also knows these things.

Is she waiting now in Miss Golding's file room?
A chill rose from Hesta's stomach, and tears welled up in her eyes. On this quiet night, Hesta slowly crawled out of the shadows. The dark blue moonlight shone on her body. Back, trembling back to the ground.

The terrifying images just now flashed uncontrollably in her eyes, almost bringing her spirit to the brink of collapse.She could feel every inch of her body screaming—yet she was still walking back with every step, toward the dean's lounge she had just escaped from.

Fear surged like a tsunami. Under the tremendous pressure, any kind of threat could easily crush her courage. She seemed to be running wildly on a steel rope, unable to turn back, let alone stop, as if as long as she ran Fast enough and Fear couldn't catch up to her.

The door of the rest room was ajar. The time at this moment was so precious that there was no room for the slightest hesitation. Hesta bit the bullet and dodged inside.

If the devil waits behind the door, follow in Sister Golding's footsteps - if Miss Golding waits in heaven, then death is nothing to fear...

The door creaked slightly when it was pushed open.

Behind the door was a reassuring silence.

The candle beside the dean's bed was still burning quietly, and there were bloody Miss Gerding and Fulasang on the ground.Hesta suddenly felt blood rushing into her hands and feet. She glanced at Miss Gerding guiltily, then quickly ran to the cabinet next to the desk, and took off the receiver of the old-fashioned telephone.

There is no need to dial any area codes, just press 1 and 7 directly - but Hesta's hands have been trembling uncontrollably, she made repeated mistakes, and repeatedly pressed the phone to redial.

At the moment of success, she suddenly heard a loud "bang--".

"How dare you come back, Jane...you are so brave..."

The door of the rest room was pushed open heavily, and the chelate holding a sharp knife stood there grinning.

Hesta's body stiffened instantly.

"beep--"

There was a signal sound mixed with noise from the receiver.

Numerous images flashed through Hesta's mind—they were all beautiful and precious memories of her four years in St. Anne's Abbey.

"beep--"

She grew up under the care of Sister Gertin and Abbot Alma, who accompanied and guided her like a mother.

Although their temperaments are very different, they are the same in one thing:

When danger comes suddenly, they will put the lives of their children in a position far higher than their own.

"beep--"

Hesta slowly put the receiver on the desk beside him.

At such a moment, she suddenly felt that her breathing became smoother.

...It was Sister Gertin just now, so now, it's her turn.

“&%#@…Hello, this is the AHgAs Help Center, how can I help you?”

Chelate's gaze suddenly became sharp, and it rushed towards the old-fashioned telephone at an unprecedented speed. Hesta kept up with the rhythm and rushed towards the direction of Chelate. During the impact, the black rubber ring Suddenly stretched, the receiver was swept off the table, swinging in the air like a small pendulum.

Hesta screamed: "Chelates were found at St. Anne's Abbey, Tanyi City, District [-]!!
"The diseased person is—Dean Chevalier Alma—"

Before she finished speaking, she felt a strange pain, and the dagger that had pierced Sister Gerding's body also pierced directly into her heart.

The corner of Chelate's mouth grinned, silently showing a victorious smile, it pushed Hesta's body away, and reached for the telephone receiver hanging in the air, however——Hesta did not fall down.

She had a dagger stuck in her chest, and her disheveled hair blocked her face, but her strength was even stronger than before.Hesta tightly clamped the arms of the chelate with both hands, making him unable to move for a while.

"Third District Tanyi City... St. Anne's Abbey... found... chelates...

"There are...more than 20...children...

"Please... quickly..."

……

……

As if in a long dream, Hesta felt the pain.

First the severe pain, then the peace.

She felt a wave of scorching heat, as if a boiling fire was burning around her, and in the flames, she saw a young, smiling face.

The surrounding environment was sometimes noisy and sometimes quiet. Hesta occasionally heard a low-pitched conversation, but the sound seemed to come from the bottom of the water, vague and hazy.

She jumped from one dream to another, trying to find the person she saw first, but in the infinite darkness, she was like a wandering spirit, unable to find or stop.

In her dream, she plunged headlong into a sunny afternoon, this place was not Duanming Lane, but St. Anne's Abbey.

She stood in front of the door of Dean Alma's lounge again.

Lowering her head, she saw that she was wearing a white sarong with bare feet and holding a stack of newspapers in her hand.

For a moment, a familiar warmth came to my heart, and Hesta forgot everything, stood on tiptoe and knocked on the door lightly.

Dean Alma's voice came from behind the door, "Who is it?"

"Good afternoon, Dean," she said in a childish voice, "Miss Gerding asked me to deliver a newspaper."

There were several drawer opening and closing sounds from behind the door, "Please come in."

Hesta pushed the door open.

In Dean Alma's lounge, there is always a faint pine scent, which is completely different from the rancid stench she always smelled in Short Ming Lane - this pine scent comes from the entire north wall of the lounge. The bookcase, in order to prevent insects, Dean Alma hung a lot of fragrant wood beside the bookcase.

Hesta handed over the newspaper with both hands, and Dean Alma took it with both hands.

The girl glanced at the dean's desk. There was an excerpt and a pen with the lid open on it, but there were no open books. Hesta suddenly understood. She glanced back at the empty doorway and walked around with a smile. Back to the old dean's side.

"Are you looking again at books that Miss Golding can't find?"

Dean Alma smiled, as a tacit consent.

Hesta walked up to the old man, "Can I see it too?"

"There is no way, since you bumped into me..."

The old man sighed softly and opened the nearest cabinet. She took out the book hidden in the drawer and placed it gently on the table. Then, she picked up Hesta and let the girl sit in her arms. .

"Can you read the words on it?" Alma asked.

"From the wilderness..." Hesta struggled to spell out, "A... anthropologist's handwriting...?"

(End of this chapter)