Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 261 Master Yue: Mom, I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference.

Fingel's question failed to receive an accurate answer. Angers gave him a look that said, "Young man, I am very optimistic about you, and the future of the college will be entrusted to you." He lowered his head and concentrated on tasting the Darjeeling black tea from Germany.

"Principal, Principal, please say something!" But his appearance made Fingel panic, as if Bruce Wayne's good friend, Chief Gordon, was jumping crazily:

"The Japanese branch is a mixed bag, either completely perverted or not completely perverted. I'm not a fat man or a little boy. I can't suppress the whole crowd with one soul attack!"

Since he created the Night Watch discussion forum in order to please the vice principal, there have been several travel notes posted by commissioners who have been to Japan on business trips. Each of them feels that the Japanese branch is a hell-like place where they have been abused in every possible way. No human dignity...

Below are replies from other commissioners who have experienced hell, describing in vivid detail the torture they experienced in Japan. Fingel thinks he is strong enough, but in the end he is still made of flesh and cannot withstand bullets and RPGs!

"Don't worry, what you need to perform is just a sneak investigation mission. You don't need to break into the enemy camp alone like Schwarzenegger and Stallone, or kill the Japanese branch like Zhao Zilong." Angers He pressed his hand and signaled Fingelmo to get excited:

"You are the academy's ace specialist. You rank first in the tactics class. You also get full marks in the two elective courses of combat and combat reconnaissance. Apart from you, I really can't find a more suitable student to carry out this important task." mission.”

"Oh, okay, thank you for the compliment." Fingel picked up the muffin and put it in his mouth, swallowing it with the black tea: "It's my fault for being too good. I will correct it next time."

This has already been said, so it would be disrespectful to push back.

He had established his status on campus during his freshman year, which was not only the result of being among the best in various subjects, but also the honor he and his teammates had achieved through completing one high-level task after another.

Now he is the only one left in the famous Secret Party team. If he denies himself, he denies his partner.

"By the way, you are not alone in Japan." Angers looked at Fingel, who had once again blossomed with the pride of being the No. 1 in the academy. A trace of relief flashed in his eyes, and he revealed the only good news:

"The friend you met in China happens to be traveling in Tokyo. If you are lucky, you may be able to travel together."

As soon as these words came out, Fingel felt that Gordon, who was jumping up and down in his heart, suddenly calmed down. It seemed that when he was going to Arkham Asylum to suppress the gang of super criminals with heavy weapons, a freak wearing a bat armor emerged from the shadows. He walked out and said in a hoarse and low voice as if he had throat cancer: I love Bateman.

"Haha, my goddess of luck is always by my side." Fingel kissed the red ring on the ring finger of his right hand and strode out of the principal's office.

Ange watched him leave quietly until the office door slowly closed, then slowly sighed: "Sure enough, love can make people blind."

As the housekeeper of the college, Norma should treat all teachers and students equally, but she always leaves the door open to Fingel. This kid may know any news faster than him.

But it's all part of the deal, so don't worry about it.

The old man clicked on the Hunter website, looked at the poster named "Emperor", and secretly wondered whether this guy might be the "Prince" who indirectly induced the college to carry out Operation Greenland Sea in the autumn of 2001, so that the operation team was almost wiped out. After two years of dormancy, he may have succeeded in usurping the throne.

Thinking of the subordinate in the Executive Directorate who needed to carry a ventilator to maintain his life, and the boy with hatred buried in his eyes just now, Angers seemed to think of that autumn night again: "Hate is the strongest motivation for slaying dragons."

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"Lord, I have committed serious mistakes and irreparable crimes. My impulsive and ignorant actions when I was young have brought harm and pain to the world and others. I have been living with guilt and shame for so many years... "

There is a long and narrow street behind the University of Tokyo. Many years ago, there was a shrine called "Black Sky". Later, the shrine was destroyed in an accident. Due to the influence of the old America, people built a community church on its site. , due to lack of funds, it has now become a short and old building, but there are still people who insist on coming here to pray.

The midday sun shines into the interior of the church through the colorful glass. The statue of the Virgin Mary is so holy that it is impossible to look directly at it under the sunlight. An old man with gray hair stands in front of the statue, holding a silver cross in both hands and bowing his head to the Lord. Repent of your mistakes.

At this time, there was only an old man in the lobby, and the young priest was listening to the confession of a lost lamb in the confessional. With his strong hearing, he could hear the conversation between the two clearly.

The lost lamb was confiding to the pastor his loneliness and helplessness, his husband who was busy at work, his drunken nights, and his husband who had been working overtime until late at night...

Listening to the lost lamb trying to find excuses for his cheating, and hoping to get the pastor's sympathy and recognition, Master Yue suddenly remembered his high-spirited self back then. At that time, he was a carefree stallion who would have countless women when he needed them. A man is willing to offer his wife and children, and even if he doesn't mind, they will wait beside him in front of him, just to provide him with more intense stimulation and pleasure.

It's funny that at the time, he thought it was a manifestation of power, but he didn't know that it was just an effective measure taken by the family to restrain him and make him act like a stallion and a mascot without meddling in the family's management. .

He was also upset, or maybe the lost lamb was too charming and his description was too detailed. Master Yue noticed that the young priest's breathing and heartbeat were erratic, and the confessional seemed to be in danger of turning into confessional play.

"You are still too young." Master Yue sighed secretly, put the silver cross in his arms, coughed softly a few times, and the confessional room immediately returned to its original rhythm.

After a while, a mature and beautiful young woman in a tight dress walked away. She was so graceful and graceful that it was easy to be immersed in the two peaks and canyons at the first glance.

Master Yue, who had read through the bustling scene, did not shift his gaze at all, but he did not continue his prayers and confessions. He just sat on the bench and silently stared at the statue of the Virgin Mary, as if he was remembering a certain person through the holy portrait. Someone long gone.

His mother is a devout nun who is as holy as an angel in his heart.

She was such a kind person who always practiced love and peace, but in the end she died on a battlefield like a meat grinder, and her body was destroyed by a beast that was worse than a pig or a dog...

I often think of my pregnant mother who was forced to separate from her father, returned to the Catholic Church where she had fled for love, and made a permanent vow to become a nun for life, while he entered the foundling hall and was promoted to a church school and school. All the children in the house call her Aunt Charlotte on the surface, but call her mom secretly. Master Yue's riddled heart will be filled with warm love, as if he had gone back to the time when he huddled under the quilt and opened his eyes. Listen with your eyes open as the nun tells them stories from the Bible under bright lights.

But the memories are always out of his control, and they will involuntarily lead to the beginning of the nightmare, when he left his mother to go to Japan and became...

"Hey, why are there so few people?" Just when Master Yue's memories were about to turn from sweetness to bitterness, from warmth to hatred, a little boy's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

He followed the sound and saw a boy in casual clothes standing at the door of the church looking around. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was quite tall and handsome, but his clothes were a bit poor. He looked like Dong Da Those engineering men on campus who are obsessed with studying and the second dimension all day long.

However, the girl behind this boy is pretty good-looking. She looks like Asuka from Neon Genesis Evangelion, but her personality is like the three-no girl Ayanami Rei. Her eyes only show a little bit of excitement when she falls on the boy. It is always a piece of pure colored glass, without any emotion mixed in.

This girl looked familiar, but Master Yue couldn't remember where he had seen her. Maybe she had relatives who studied or worked at Dongda University.

With this little bit of prestige, he took the initiative to explain: "Today is a working day, so it's normal that not many people come to pray."

And what kids of your age should be doing most is attending school instead of wandering around outside.

"Soudas Nei, Arigado." Lu Mingfei thanked him in plastic Japanese, but he was not in a hurry to enter the church, which was suspected to be a gathering place for degenerate mixed races. Instead, he looked at this warm-hearted man with inquiring eyes. grandfather.

Wearing a black priest's robe, he was tall but with a stooped back. His eyes revealed the vicissitudes of life and the emptiness of the mortal world. His face was peaceful, which completely fit Lu Mingfei's stereotype of an accomplished monk.

If this was the Master Yue in Diary of a Murderer, then he would have to doubt his own judgment.

"Well, may I ask, is there a priest named Master Yue here?"

Master Yue was a little strange when he heard this. He had never seen this child or anyone with similar looks in the church. He didn't understand why the other party wanted to see him: "I am Master Yue, what do you want from me?"

He has not revealed his real name to anyone for many years. Whether it is the guests of Dongda University, the proprietress of the izakaya, or the believers, he is called Master Yue. Many people suspect that he must have experienced some unforgettable experiences. He didn't want to mention his last name because of his tragic experience, but in fact he just kept his name anonymous so as not to be found by those annoying guys.

After confirming that the other party was his target, Lu Mingfei tightened his backpack and pulled Eri into the church.

Because today was a visit to the church, Eriki holding a Bear Rider doll would be too cute to attract unnecessary attention, so he put the Bear Rider into his backpack when he went out. The consequences of this move were the underworld. The eldest lady always feels empty in her arms and wants to find something to hold her arms to make up for the real sense of security.

Seeing Lu Mingfei reach out his hand at this time, she subconsciously wanted to hug him, but the boy's strong arms were generally not big enough, so Eriyi just let him pull her towards the church.

When Master Yue saw this, he raised his eyebrows and thought, "You are a good boy showing affection in front of me, right?" Do you know that premature love is not advisable? !

Sitting down on the chair on the other side of the aisle, Lu Mingfei rested his right hand on the multi-function watch naturally: "I suspect that I have encountered something unclean. Recently, I always feel like something is spying on me secretly. I was very troubled, and I originally took leave today and planned to go to the shrine to seek help, but my neighbor recommended me to come to the community church to see you, Master Yue."

"Oh? Tell me in detail." Master Yue squinted his eyes. The community church did not provide exorcism services. He, a part-time pastor, was not an exorcist. He had never helped people solve problems other than psychological counseling. This guy was afraid You've got the wrong person.

But children are best at imagining things and scaring themselves. Maybe this kid’s neighbor saw through his persecution delusion and recommended him to treat him.

But after he finished listening to Lu Mingfei's words, several question marks appeared on his forehead.

What kind of pervert would stalk a little boy for half a year, and then turn around and commit several murders to prevent him from being impulsive? Are you sure this isn't a melodrama about a medieval archbishop reincarnating into a modern version of Jack the Ripper?

Master Yue expressed his meaning tactfully, and the general content can be summarized as "Read more, read more newspapers, watch less movies and less fantasy."

However, the next second he heard a familiar name from Lu Mingfei's mouth. It was a loyal believer who came to the church to attend mass every weekend and donated a lot of money within half a year.

"I didn't expect that he turned out to be a serial murderer..." Master Yue's voice was inexplicably hurt, as if he was feeling sad that he could get the respect of a murderer. After all, those who can attract murderers must also be murderers, and those who can suppress murderers must be the same. The guy must have committed a more horrific killing.

After meeting the strange guest last night, his emotions were easily affected by external objects. He was as sensitive as a rabbit in a high-risk state. Even the water jet falling on his head when taking a shower at night reminded him of Mommy's Pie. The slightly trembling hand that fell on his head during Holy Communion.

Master Yue's interrupted memories continued to play in his mind like a slideshow. He saw his absurd and extravagant life after being taken back to Japan. When World War II broke out, he was coaxed by his tribe to follow the speech they gave him to mobilize young people to participate in the war. . In the end, when he was defeated, he chose the emperor versus the emperor to assassinate a certain old guy, and the chaos and shameful killing he caused when he finally learned about his mother's death...

The memories that he didn't want to think about but always echoed in his mind came like a raging tide. Master Yue's face turned a little pale. He didn't want to lose his composure in front of the two children, so he tried hard to recall his mother's appearance and words. , like struggling to swim to the only piece of driftwood in a rough sea full of dangers.

After so many years, his mother's appearance has actually become a little blurry. Occasionally, in his memory, her mother will look like the Virgin Mary. Sometimes he can't tell whether he is confessing to the statue of the Virgin Mary or not. He was confessing to his mother, so he spent a boring afternoon in the church watching the sun gradually set, as if he had returned to the church of his childhood, and someone was talking to him about Grandma Charlotte...

His mother's name is Charlotte Chen. She has dark red eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a smiling mouth. She has been wearing a nun's uniform and a veil since he can remember, and has never changed into other clothes.

She should have smooth and beautiful hair... Qingli... Damn it, he couldn't remember what color his mother's hair was!

There was a touch of baby-like anxiety in Master Yue's eyes. His eyes passed across the colorful glass windows in the church, and finally fell on the expressionless girl.

It seemed that she was sweating a little after exercising for a long time yesterday. Eriri didn't wash her hair and felt a little itchy. So she scratched her head through the wig. Without the restraint of the hat, the wig was not particularly tight. Something happened. Offset, revealing a bit of red that was trapped by the hair band.

Yes, mom's hair...is red.

　Today I have been busy with various things. A meal at noon takes more than two hours, and a meal in the evening takes more than three hours. After preparing two tables of hard food, everyone is almost exhausted...

　　My sister is getting married tomorrow and I can’t bear to part with her.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)