The girl turned her head slowly, holding the chairs in each row tightly with her hands, and under the cold light behind her, the cross of Jesus was getting closer and closer, and the old man on the cross looked at what happened in front of her with pity. everything of.

God, why not give yourself a hint at this time!

The girl clenched her fists tightly, holding the rice bag tightly with one hand, while the other hand was placed on her chest.

She doesn't want to die, and she can't die.

"Don't go," said a drunk man with a smile, "Didn't you just say that you will give us retribution, why haven't we seen retribution until now, is it because God doesn't take care of you, is it because you are not religious enough? Hahaha!"

With a laugh, the other three people around him also laughed.

The rising and falling voices made people tremble with fear.

"This is a church, don't mess around," the girl bit her lips, looking around with fearful eyes on her pale face, "There must be priests or nuns here, if they find out, they will definitely call the police, and you will die !"

It was indeed a child.

The drunk man laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

This is a slum, in a place with a strict hierarchy like England, and it is not a nobleman, which police station is willing to come to you at such a late hour, just to rescue a little girl in a slum who can't pay taxes?

whimsical.

"Help!" the girl suddenly yelled.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The five people stopped at the same time, waiting for the echo, but the time passed by every minute, and after five seconds, except for the echo that had just dissipated, there was no reply from a single person or voice.

Despair welled up.

"It seems that your God really doesn't love you very much," the drunk man joked, laughing presumptuously, "It seems that no one will save you even in church, and your so-called saviors don't appear at critical moments Well!"

"How can you talk like that before God, you...you..."

"What happened to us?"

A drunk suddenly has a quick hand!

He rushed forward and wanted to grab the girl's hand, but the girl screamed suddenly, shook off the grasped arm forcefully, staggered backwards and fell to the ground!

Crash, clatter...

White flour was sprinkled all over the ground.

"You guys are going too far!" The girl looked at the flour on the ground, reached out to grab a handful, and wanted to put it in a bag, crying, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

"What do we want to do?" The drunk smiled and rubbed his palms, obviously eager to try, "Little girl, don't you know what we are going to do? If you don't know why you are running so fast, what are you afraid of... ..."

"I……"

Da da da.

Before the words were finished, soft footsteps came from a small door that was partially hidden in the dark depths. The footsteps hit the floor, and the crisp sound source was getting closer and closer.

The girl's hanging heart seems to be relieved. Could it be that someone has come? Dear God, sure enough, he still protected himself at the critical moment. As long as someone comes, everything will be easy. At least these drunks will not come again Do it to yourself while everyone else is at it!That's a crime!

squeak-

The door was pushed open, and the girl's gaze was fixed on the figure that appeared, but Hope's gaze dimmed again the moment she saw the entity of the figure.

It was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl who came out.

It was a nun, a nun in black.

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