Feast of villains

Chapter 110. Lord of the Flies, Gluttonous Beelzebub
Tall buildings and white snow, lead blue sky.

The pitch-black car crossed the street, and it was difficult to move forward on the snow-covered road. Tokisaki was checking with a document in his hand, and looked up occasionally.

The street scene was desolate, and the victims in ragged clothes slowly disappeared in the opposite direction.

As Tseung Kwan O approached, the number of disaster victims on the roadside gradually increased.

Some were alone, some with families, walking aimlessly like walking corpses.When seeing a car parked on the side of the road, some victims stretched out their hands to the car window to beg, and the mothers with their children would cry a few times and say a few words of prayer, while many more were numb and silent.

Tokisaki sighed slightly.

At this time, the price of food had soared to the point that even she felt that she could not survive. For a bite of food, there were disputes everywhere in the streets and alleys of Shin-Yokohama, and people were beaten to death every day.

According to her own estimates, this chaos will continue until the end of spring and early summer next year, and there will be nearly half a year...

In the past six months, tens of thousands of people will starve to death.

Sister Reina couldn't bear to look at the picture outside the car window, she clenched her fists on her chest.

She was praying devoutly, but against the sad scenery outside the window, her devout attitude added an indescribable color of damage and humiliation, which looked like a dappled Virgin Mary The Asian image makes people ask in their hearts: Does God really love the world?
God created man and implanted a deep-rooted love for life in man's heart. No matter how painful it is, he will always feel that life is precious.Since God created man in this way and gave him the love of life, he would naturally not abandon mankind—this is the thinking deeply rooted in the minds of New Era mankind.

But in California at the moment, except for the most devout believers, most people's answer is no.

The Lord doesn't care.

All the Lord cares about is His Kingdom.

The car turned a corner and entered the Tseung Kwan O slum.

This is currently the most chaotic area in Shin-Yokohama. There are disaster victims gathering everywhere on the streets, in the stations, and in front of shops.

Even Tokisaki, who has always been kind, felt a little numb to the bleak scene.

It's not that I don't care, it's that I really can't care.

She is already trying her best to do what she can, including participating in disaster relief in the monastery, using her connections to raise funds with some old classmates such as Du Jingwen, and she is exhausted every day.

But individual efforts, in the face of the life and death of millions of people, seem so insignificant and powerless.

What can really save them is the big capital group with huge social resources in its hands, and the entire state agency headed by the cabinet... However, the sad thing is that within the big capital group and the state agency, between saving and not saving, there are two factions There are also huge differences.

It will take some time to prove whether to embrace interests or protect humanity.

The car slowly drove towards the monastery disaster relief camp, and there was a faint commotion ahead.

People's cries, shouts, beatings and scolding were mixed together.

Tokisaki looked from inside the car, and it turned out that a group of disaster victims and the police were fighting together, bleeding all over the place.Three or five policemen with batons grabbed the arms of a young man and broke away from the battle.

Just by looking at it, you can probably figure out what's going on.

The recent situation is indeed not peaceful. There are frequent occurrences of extremely hungry victims robbing the relief camps of food.Those policemen can handle it with ease, as long as they don't kill people directly, they pick up their batons and avoid the vital places and smash them down.

Many victims were beaten to the point of bleeding and were dispersed aside to wait for treatment.

They are cowardly by nature and know that this is illegal, so they can only curl up and cry.

Just in front of Tokisaki and Reina, not far from the front of the car, a skinny little girl cried while hugging her mother. Her mother was hit on the head, bleeding.But looking at the crying daughter, he immediately stuffed the half-slice of bread he found from the camp just now.

The little girl was so hungry that she opened her mouth and cried and chewed the bread, but the cry could not be heard.

Watching this scene, Sister Reina hesitated to speak.

"I'll take care of it, sister Reina, let's go in first..." Tokisaki comforted her, and took her out of the car and into the camp.Then he went to the doctor's office and called several doctors and nurses to go out with the wound medicine.

The chaos was gradually suppressed.

But soon, representatives from the media, officials, and entrepreneurs arrived one after another.

Tseung Kwan O is located in the East Kowloon area, and the jurisdiction over public security cases is in the hands of the East Kowloon Branch of the Shin-Yokohama Police Station. The director is a potbellied snobbish.After receiving the alarm, his carriage happened to pass nearby, and he came to the scene to suppress... No, he came to express condolences to the rioting crowd.

"Bang~"

The carriage door opened.

Chief Neto leaned forward and got out of the carriage.

The movement of the legs stepping on the snow is enough to wake up the sleeping bear.

After he got down, he was not in a hurry to move forward, but lifted the belt that had fallen from under his belly, and stomped his feet to make the leather shoes fit the soles of his feet better.Finally, he straightened his tie again, coughed heavily, and walked towards the gate of Bunge's grain merchant's camp in style.

"Kachakacha~"

The flash lights went on, and a group of reporters gathered around.

Amidst the twittering of the interview, the two teams of policemen split a lane between the reporters, and Director Neto came to the scene of the conflict with a big belly.Glancing at the chaotic camp, he asked, "Who is the mastermind?"

"Boss, it's a young man named Clegg." A policeman next to him said.

"Bring that guy over to me!" Chief Neto held his head high and his chest high.The police badge on his chest symbolizing the rule of law and the police rank badge on his shoulders symbolizing power are extraordinarily shiny in this dark winter morning.

Soon, the young man who caused the chaos was brought over.

The man was tall, thin, withered, and pale.

His face was youthful, but wrinkled on his brow and cheeks, and his clothes were tasteful, but old and frayed.When he was escorted forward, his forehead was still bleeding, but his eyes were bright and his face was full of smiles.

As if he was not a criminal, but a law enforcer.

Facing his even aggressive gaze, Director Neto muttered in a low voice: "A bunch of thugs, go to hell..."

"What did you say, chief?" The police officer next to him didn't hear clearly.

Director Neto immediately put on a serious face: "I'm asking how can you treat these ordinary citizens like this?"

"..."

The policeman thought to himself, it's not all your request.

After the fire broke out in Tseung Kwan O, conflicts broke out every day. They, the grassroots police, received instructions that as long as they didn't beat people to death in the street, they could use as many hands as they had.Violence is a very effective way to face violence. When conflicts are suppressed again and again, a large number of people shrink back, and some people never stand up again.

Of course, some of them became more stubborn.

According to the information held by some police stations, some victims feel that being injured by the police or capitalist thugs during the conflict is a kind of honor and a symbol of resistance.

The young man named Clegg in front of him should be a radical troublemaker.

On Director Neto's chubby face like a millstone, his eyes as small as mung beans rolled quickly a few times before stepping forward: "Oh, my friend, you are injured." He signaled for warning. The policeman went to get the bandage, and he held Craig's hand kindly, and said, "Don't rush to talk, you need to rest, please come back with me after bandaging."

Clegg knew that the director didn't want him to talk nonsense in front of the media.

But to create chaos, isn't it just to try to speak in front of more people, so he turned to the reporters outside and shouted loudly: "Is Mr. Ling from Bangji Grain Merchant here?"

"It's coming soon, it will be there in a few minutes." Someone replied.

This time, Director Neto was angry.

He has always only liked petty citizens who follow the rules and are easy to bully. This kind of thorny people are really annoying.However, in public, as the chief of the police station representing justice, he can only hold back his anger and cannot express it.

"Mr. Clegg, I think you should understand your situation." Director Neto said in the most friendly manner.

"I don't understand what you mean." Craig replied, without the slightest awe of a director in his eyes.

"What's the matter, let's go back to the police station." Chief Neto answered him, and nodded as if comfortingly but irrefutably, "I feel sorry for you, and I also feel sorry for these injured citizens. This is a painful topic and I hope you don't hurt more people."

"But I didn't hurt these people." Clegg emphasized.

"Sir, don't shirk your responsibility."

"I didn't."

"Sir, you are escaping your crime!" Director Neto said, "You have made a mistake, and you are about to suffer the consequences. The Black Gold Empire is a society ruled by law, and fair and strict laws will not let any bad guy go!"

"Is it my crime?" Clegg raised his hand with an ironic smile, pointing to the policemen with batons around him, and then to the two luxury cars driving in front, "You abettors What kind of crimes are the police and those capitalists who eat human blood?"

Director Neto said coldly: "Now I can sue you for one more crime of defamation!"

"Mr. Director, please don't get me wrong." Clegg said without fear, "I'm not slandering, I'm just stating the facts I've seen. Maybe you can ask the people around you for proof?"

Director Neto, of course, will not seek confirmation from those around him.

His greatest wish is to make all the troublemakers shut up and talk less, how could more people speak up.

However, the victims who had besieged this place to the brim began to talk about it.Intense commotion, moving feet and shaking heads, the victims could not settle down, stood on tiptoe and confessed inwardly, cursing loudly,
"...You gang of shady policemen, working hand in hand with grain merchants, will surely go to hell when you die..."

"Yes, ten times the price of food, enough to earn enough... How many bones have you gnawed, you capitalist lackeys? You come here to pretend to be righteous when you are full..."

"Listen, this time we..."

"Looking for a fight, right!"

"I can't kill you..."

"He's talking about it!"

"He's talking nonsense!"

"Dog officer!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control again, Director Neto was a little hypocritical, so he had to put on a more friendly attitude.

The young painter bowed his head and panted, looking exhausted and extremely weak.He seemed to have forgotten that the people around him listened to the insults around him, and fell into deep thought, as if this was actually a silent world.

"Sir, don't go any further." Chief Neto gritted his teeth secretly.

Clegg opened his eyes: "This matter is quite new to me, Mr. Director. Is it true that you would persuade me in a low voice?"

"……Yes."

"Are you asking for my opinion, Mr. Commissioner?"

"Yes, I'm asking for your opinion."

"That's good. I've received your opinion!" Clegg said blankly.

"In this case, I hope you will cooperate with our work." Director Neto showed a kind smile, "I already know the reason for this riot, and I also know your original intention. Don't worry, go back to the police station and record your statement. You can come out safe and sound."

Craig asked lightly, "Are you sure?"

"Mr. Clegg, my dear friend, I assure you." Director Neto held the police badge on his chest with his palms, with a solemn and solemn expression, "You will be pardoned by the prosecution. Past, present, and future, you All the sins on my body will be forgiven because of your fraternity."

These words, coupled with his actions, are quite deceptive.

Many media cameras focused on the director's face, taking close-ups of him from different angles.

Director Neto wanted to maintain his image, but an uncontrollable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The sentence just now was a passage from Chapter 847 of "New Testament: The Gospel of Luke".The original text is: "Therefore I tell you, his many sins are forgiven, because he loved much..."

In this era when the Holy See is supreme, Director Neto can already imagine what the headlines of tomorrow's news will be.

[Pious believer, Director Neto!Quoting God's famous words to pardon the rioters who lost their way! 】Probably such a title, which can not only bring out his heroism and erudition, but also make him appear compassionate, perfect... His purpose of becoming an official is not just to make money and his name.

"Mr. Director!" Clegg said suddenly, "I still insist on waiting for Bangji's people to come over and confront him face to face!"

Director Neto's expression froze, and after a while, he said kindly: "I know what you think, but as a law enforcement officer, I want you to leave the matter to me. Remember, I'm not talking to you, No nonsense, this is a solemn legal procedure! Now, you probably understand what I mean?"

"I don't think so!" Craig shook his head and said coldly, "I thought my appeal was reasonable, but you thought I was just pretending to be fooling around. I think it's absurd, so I don't understand what you mean. "

"I think, Mr. Clegg, you have to understand me." Director Neto suppressed his anger and blushed, "I will not let anyone who breaks the law escape the punishment of the law! I assure you that any crime will be punished." Will be judged by justice!"

"Mr. Director, I can't trust you."

"Let's talk about it later, sir, you are tired. You should take a break!" Chief Neto laughed.

As he nodded in the most polite manner, there was something secret in that smiling face, while the fine lines around his eyes and the dimple on his nose curved ironically, making him It looks like a bit of a devil.

In order to prevent the young man from saying something that might stir people's hearts in front of the media, the chief raised his head, waved his hand, and beckoned the police to come over and stuff him into a police car to take him away.

Tokisaki, who was cleaning the wound of the little girl's mother, suddenly stood up.

She knew the young painter, and she knew how tortured he would be if he was brought into the police station. She walked forward with the idea of ​​helping a little.

But at this time, someone grabbed her hand.

Looking back, it was Sister Marlene.

Tokizaki tilted his head slightly, and asked in doubt, "What's the matter, Sister Ma Lian?"

Sister Marlene froze for a moment.

First of all, the blond-haired and blue-eyed Ozaki's slightly tilted head movement is very cute, so cute that people want to pinch her face hard; secondly, when Ozaki grew up, he always called her by her name directly, rarely after her name Added the affectionate title of "sister".

After thinking about it for a while, Ma Lian probably understood the reason.

But she has always been a bad woman who doesn't care what others think, so she doesn't care about addressing her at this time.Grabbing Xiao Qi's hand, she brought her lips closer, and said in Xiao Qi's ear: "Don't go out, let that young man suffer."

"Why?" Tokisaki didn't quite understand, "Sister Marlene had a feud with him?"

why?
Of course it's because of displeasure.

Regardless of whether the young man caused trouble at this time and place intentionally or unintentionally, since Sister Marlene thinks it is not a coincidence, then this young artist who may have dared to play tricks on her must learn a lesson.

She is such a narrow-minded woman!

And after making him suffer enough, if she appeared as a savior again, the weight would naturally be even heavier.

Of course, these reasons cannot be shared with Kozaki.

Sister Marlene's seductive eyes turned slightly, and she said in Xiao Qi's ear: "Don't you think he looks like your head teacher?"

Tokisaki was startled.

Her thinking was already very sharp, but it was just because the scene was chaotic that she didn't have time to observe too much.Now that I thought about it deeply, I realized that some things might not be that simple... When the monastery disaster relief camp was about to start work, this young man who had a good relationship with the monastery took the lead in causing trouble.He has a little friendship with Nance, and at this point, Sister Marlene, Sister Reina, and even herself will all see this scene when they enter the disaster relief camp of the monastery...

Sister Marlene is amazing!

The calculation behind it can be deduced just from the clothes.

The adjutant lady admired her in her heart, but a sly smile appeared on the corner of Sister Marlene's mouth.Her chin was resting on Ozaki's shoulder, and her lips were softly pressed against the soft little ears. The charming and amorous sexy red, brought out a very vicious sentence.

"...that dress is only pleasing to the eye when worn by my little man."

"?"

Miss Adjutant blinked.

At this moment, her sweet and intellectual face turned green.

Regardless of how many times Nance sneezed in a row as far away as Nanwan Town, during the commotion in front of the camp, two limousines slowly drove over.Clegg, who was pressed against the police car, looked up and found that the bosses of two large local grain merchants, Bunge and Cargill, were coming.

A man and a woman get out of the car.

The man's name is Ling Jiadong, the boss of Bangji.

The man had a shrewd, intelligent, cunning face, a combination of a monkey's and a diplomat's.

The woman is Mrs. Shimamura.

This rumored coquettish little widow is about 40 years old, with a thin oriental face and a very weak body.Her frailty made her move and speak slowly, which gave her an air of awe-inspiring majesty.But it is also her weak appearance and petite physique that give people a good impression. I don’t know how many romantic men have been deceived by this, and they have been sucked into a human being under her pomegranate skirt-literally Yes, because she is a demon of lust.

Director Netto saw the two men coming, left Craig behind, and went forward to meet them.

"Hello Mr. Ling, Mrs. Shimamura, thank you very much for coming to supervise my work..." He treated those who were higher than him without exception, and put on an enthusiastic pug attitude.

"how is the situation?"

"Don't worry, both of you, you've settled down."

"Thank you, Chief."

"It's just my job, you two are welcome." Director Neto laughed so hard that his pie crumpled.

Ling Jiadong stepped forward, looked at the disaster relief camp where his family was hit, and sighed slightly.He wiped his eyes and put on a compassionate look: "Everyone, the cabinet is incompetent. There was a snowstorm half a month ago, and even a ton of relief food has not been shipped to California. All the employees of Bunge and I They all care about the livelihood of the people in California, so they set up a disaster relief camp here, providing free bread, rice, milk and other materials, at least five tons a day. I know there are still many people who are hungry, and I understand your situation. But... please also trust me and understand my difficulties."

Having said this, the victims who were still surrounded by the police in righteous indignation were a little discouraged.

Then, Mrs. Shimamura, who looked weak and weak, who was hungry and thin and didn't know how much she weighed, also came to the front to help: "My Cargill provides at least five tons of disaster relief supplies for free every day. Both Mr. Ling and I want to Increase the intensity of material donations. But you also know that there is a shortage of food in the market. These days, I have joined forces with many grain merchants to plead for orders and forced the cabinet to agree to transport grain to California. Citizens, I promise here that no matter the cabinet I will try my best to buy whatever the price of the grain is, and give away all the grain I can buy for free..."

When she said this, Ling Jiadong immediately added: "I will donate everything I buy!"

The dispirited victims around them regained their energy and gave them grateful glances.

"...I'm really shameless."

Tokisaki muttered softly.

No one knows how much you bought, so if you donate ten tons or eight tons at that time, what use will it be?
Miss Lieutenant, who is kind by nature, hates these people.

Here, the disaster relief releases grain, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue; but the other side hoards the grain and sells it at a price ten or twenty times higher. This is doing good deeds for the god of death!

The scene seems to have calmed down.

The troubled victims were appeased, the police maintained order, the capitalists gained a good reputation, and everyone had a bright future.

However, just when it seemed that it could be finished, the young painter's heart-wrenching cry broke the balance again.

"Everyone, don't listen to their sophistry!"

Clegg, who was escorted by two policemen to the side of the police car, broke free suddenly, ran to the front, and shouted: "The words are so nice, then open your granary, let's take a look." ..."

But just as he uttered the words, his mouth was covered by the policeman next to him.

A sternness flashed in Ling Jiadong's eyes.

This kind of thorn in the rabble needs to be dealt with severely in the police station before he can learn a lesson.

Clegg, whose mouth was covered, jumped forward suddenly, and his head hit Ling Jiadong's forehead heavily.

"what are you doing--"

Ling Jiadong fell to the ground, and bright red blood flowed from his head.

The Director Neto next to him was stunned, and in a panic, he cursed loudly in the local dialect of Shin-Yokohama: "Mother Dio Lei, you are going to die!" Yeh!"

The chief was yelling, and the police immediately reacted and wanted to arrest him.

Among the onlookers, a few young people who usually hang out with Clegg took the opportunity to cause chaos.

"Hey, these cops and capitalists are in the same boat, let's not be fooled—"

"Quiet!"

"Everyone go together..."

"Grab it!"

"rush……"

"What are you doing... Don't move, put your head on your head!"

"Kill these lackeys!"

"This is intentional injury, you have broken the law..."

Suddenly, the chaotic chase, rough shoving and abuse ensues.

If this small-scale chaos is not stopped in time, it will soon evolve into a large-scale riot. Half of the police from the entire old district of Shin-Yokohama were dispatched, and it was barely under control until almost noon.However, on the second day after Clegg was arrested and taken into the police station, a larger-scale riot began to take place.

In the streets and alleys of the entire old district, young people holding posters of young painters marched and protested on the street.In conflicts with the police, it is only natural that demonstrations and protests turn into looting and vandalism.

Many security kiosks were overturned, and the fences and water horses were dismantled and lay in a mess in the middle of the road, no one cares about them.

Commuter trams are out of service, municipal departments are closed, and street shops are closed...Only when the person who released the wind yelled "the police are coming", the young people who gathered would disperse.

The police may or may not have come.

Or maybe they were beaten up on the way here.

The whole of Shin-Yokohama is rapidly falling towards the chaotic abyss, the air is filled with anxiety and anger, and many people's brains are heated up.Perhaps the current shock caused by this storm can only be regarded as a slight roar to the current situation of the empire, but the spark has already been ignited by someone.

Just when everyone thought that the fire would get hotter and hotter, a sudden plague cooled the entire California in vain.Weak flames with unstable foundations, flickering in the cold wind, are about to be extinguished by the icy climate.

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May 12, cloudy.

Temperature -6°C, north wind, level 6.

Sister Marlene woke up, made a hearty breakfast, took a bath after eating deliciously, and sat in front of the mirror to carefully dress up.In such a chaotic season like now, most women are not in the mood to put on makeup because it costs a lot of money and a lot of time.

Only prostitutes, frivolous or noble women can do this, because these people have a lot of money and time to spend.

Although Sister Marlene doesn't have much time, she can squeeze it out.

As the queen of New Yokohama's social world, she must ensure that she is glamorous and unrivaled in the spotlight every time she appears in the public eye.Of course she succeeded, otherwise she would not have become the elegant lady that all women envy and hate and all men flock to.

Fully assembled.

Like a rose that has just bloomed, it is presented in the mirror and presented in front of my eyes.

"The little man will be fascinated to see me when he comes back tonight..." Sister Marlene touched the delicate and elastic skin on her cheek with her fingertips, and couldn't help laughing triumphantly.With this smile, the originally dark room suddenly became lively and fragrant.

Putting on the nun's clothes that tightly wrapped her delicate body, when she came out of the door, there was a dead mouse lying on the steps of the verandah.

Sister Marlene frowned.

Feeling a little unlucky, she pinched her nose and picked a branch from the yard to pick the mouse into the miscellaneous forest.Although mice seldom move in winter, they don't hibernate after all, and they can still be seen occasionally, so she went out without taking it seriously.

But when she walked to the parking lot, she suddenly saw a big, wet mouse rushing out of a dark corner.Seeing someone in front of it, it stopped for a moment, as if trying to stabilize itself, then turned around in place, screaming in pain.

Sister Marlene frowned more and more.

The mouse finally lay down, twitching a few times with its mouth half-opened, spitting blood.

As a healing angel, perhaps because of the natural opposition to such phenomena as illness, injury, and death, Sister Marlene unconsciously had a premonition of uneasiness in her heart.

She packed the rat body in a plastic bag, got in the car, and went to Tseung Kwan O as fast as she could.

As soon as I got out of the car, a nurse came forward anxiously.

"Ms. Ma Lian, in the middle of the night last night, one after another, patients showed acute symptoms such as high fever, coughing up blood, and lung inflammation. We speculate that this disease is contagious to a certain extent. Please come and take a look..."

Sister Marlene walked quickly into the room.

Putting on a white coat, medical gloves and a mask, she entered the temporarily isolated ward.In front of the first bed, she ran her fingers around the base of the patient's neck, where there was a growth like a nodule.

The sense of uncertainty in my heart was confirmed at this moment.

Sister Marlene shrank her eyes, and rested her trembling fingertips on the patient's forehead.

Mobilize the divine power, the warm luster penetrates the gloves and skin, and enters the patient's body.Her line of sight, along with the infusion of healing techniques, senses the source of the lesion with detailed microscopic vision.

Inside the dim human body, she saw a wriggling gray mist and reddish light.

The red light she felt came from the crimson moon above the gray mist.

Relying on this strange blood light, she glimpsed a silhouette that was huge enough to cover the blood moon from the flowing gray mist.

Because it was too large, she could only observe this indescribable ominous thing from a partial perspective.

This thing is full of unnatural horror and malice. Its slightly bloated black body is cylindrical, with a pair of membrane-like wings behind it. It should be an insect... six "slender" wings that look like pillars of heaven. Legs, each with creepy claws and claw pads.

The most frightening feature, but one that can be seen at first sight, is the two huge bright red "eye"-like organs on the left and right of his head.

Sister Marlene shuddered.

For mortals, it represents the eternal evil, and it is a taboo that cannot be seen directly.

He undoubtedly has a long, astonishing and even immeasurable history;
People don't know anything about His mystery and power, and when they mention Him, they can only feel a thick but vague sense of fear.

Even though Sister Marlene just looked at his projection for a while, she felt muscle cramps all over her body, dizziness, nausea and vomiting... Just as she was about to withdraw, he sensed the prying eyes of mortals, and the huge red eyes on his head turned. come over.

--moment!
An irresistible will to terror descends.

Sister Marlene identified what she was spying on.

— Beelzebub, the Gluttonous Lord!

That kind of spiritual pollution, which is far beyond what ordinary people can bear, directly overwhelms it, and can instantly destroy the souls of everyone in a city.Sister Marlene quickly pulled out her consciousness, just because she glanced at him, the spiritual pollution entangled her and entered her body along with her consciousness.

"puff!"

Sister Marlene spat out a mouthful of blood.

She fell to the ground, her body twitched, and the corners of her eyes turned white...

"Marlene?"

"what happened to you?"

"Come on, come on..."

The doctors and nurses outside the ward were in a mess. Several people rushed in and carried her out.But her vital signs are still passing at an extremely fast speed, whether it is heartbeat or breathing, or even the nerve response of muscles, are rapidly weakening...

The doctors and nurses were so anxious that their faces were pale and they were at a loss.

Marlene is the divine envoy with the best healing skills here, and now she is down, who else can come to save people...

The sunlight coming in from the window is pure and warm, and the light particles are dancing in the cold air... Under the clothes, the imprint of the angel wings that was born on the chest and guarded Marlene suddenly emitted a burst of warmth. The warm light of healing.

The cold is dispelled...

Fear is dispelled, darkness is dispelled.

Sister Marlene slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the light particles in the air through the anxious nurse beside her.

"God is missing, the angels are leaderless, and the interests of the Holy See are obsessed..." She smiled half-smile, curling her lips mockingly, "This is really a world where only demons live in the world."

(End of this chapter)