I Have 48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng and Holmes hurried to the church at the fastest speed. Obviously, the rusty brass lock on the door could not stop them. Holmes knocked on it with a cane ... As a result, I did not expect that the old lock seemed to have nothing. .

Then he stepped aside, watched Zhang Heng pull out the revolver, fired a shot at the lock, and the two finally rushed into the church.

Like Father Jacob's residence, there was no one here. The moonlight fell on the bench through stained glass, and there was an inexplicable sense of silence and silence.

"Find the entrance." Zhang Heng said to Holmes, and the two broke up.

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At this time, the underground Irene Adler also heard the movement above, and she twisted her body, but now her hands and feet are tied up, she can't move at all, her mouth is blocked, and she can only whistle. Whimpering sound.

Father Jacob was unaware of the gunshot above his head, and he was standing at a wooden table and praying.

However, what scared the female singer was another person in the room. That was a man, aged between 30 and 40. His skin was a little whiter than ordinary people, and it seemed to be rare. When I saw the sun, my beard didn't look shaved for a long time, and my body was very thin, but he had a lot of muscles on his arms. He was wearing an old coat, and was sitting on the bed with an eye on Irene with interest. .

The priest seemed to know what the female singer was thinking, and said indifferently, "They can't enter for a while and a half. This closet was built in the Middle Ages to avoid war in the church, even if you want to dig. It's not going to be dug for a while. "

The female singer heard the words and finally stopped writhing.

At this moment the pale-skinned man sitting on the bed opened his mouth and couldn't wait to say, "Is it okay, can I do it ?!"

"Don't worry, wait a second." Father Jacob did not look back.

He took a bloodstained leather apron from under the table and continued to Irene, "You must be curious why we chose you ... it's all because of me, because of a mistake I made when I was young. "

"Can't we leave the story later?" The pale-skinned man on the bed said impatiently, and he turned his eyes to the leather apron, immediately excited.

"It won't take long," Father Jacob said. "Remember how I taught you, be polite and patient."

The pale-skinned man on the bed closed his mouth again, but a sick redness appeared on his face.

Father Jacob's voice continued, "Like I said, I made a mistake. At that time, I was only 19 years old. Father Matthew wrote to the church and said that the staff at the Sacred Heart Church was not enough, but At that time, few priests were willing to come to the Eastern District. At that time, I was young and vigorous, and volunteered to help.

"I have to admit that I was a bit uncomfortable with life here at first. I came from a squire family. I came to London at the age of 16. I have always been with Father Aberson. We have also visited the Eastern District here. Poor people, but this is completely different from living here, so I was a bit upset at that time, I wanted to go back to Father Aberson, and I was afraid that people would feel that I could not suffer, and just then I met a girl . "

"She is a witch in this area. Her name is Emma, ​​but she was only 16 years old when she joined the industry. Because her father died and her mother ran away with other men. But unlike other wickers, she comes to church every week to worship, and that's how we know each other. "

"Probably because we are about the same age, she feels that I am not the same as the others in the church, so she would come to chat with me from time to time. I was also depressed at that time, and she was comforting me a lot of the time. "Father Jacob seemed to be in the memory.

"Fr. Matthew warned me, but I did n’t take it too seriously, but instead felt that I was doing good deeds, guiding a lost soul, and being complacent about it until one night when she came to me again, by then Late, she was hit by a savage guest, her arm was scratched by a glass goblet, and I bandaged her. When I got up, she kissed me secretly, I was in the same place, my brain was blank, and then Then she pounced on it. I wanted to push her away, but I didn't know why it didn't work, so the next thing happened.

"She left before dawn and left me alone. Only then did I realize what I had done, and I regretted and embarrassed myself. I knew that I had lived up to the expectations of many people, Fr. Ebson, Matthew ... Especially myself, for whatever reason, everything should n’t happen that night. I want to fix it. Since then I consciously started to alienate Emma. She came to church several times and I pretended not to be. At night, I locked the door of the house, no matter who knocked on the door, it didn't open, so after a while ~ www.readwn.com ~ She finally disappeared from my life.

"I took a sigh of relief, thinking that I could be relieved, but I didn't expect this was just the beginning of the nightmare."

Father Jacob said that the pale-skinned man on the bed urged again, "Can we get started?" As he said, he found a scalpel under the pillow.

"Give me some more time." Father Jacob's voice was beyond doubt, so the pale-skinned man could only put the scalpel back.

"Almost a year later, I picked up a baby at the door of the church, and a letter with no signature on it, but I could recognize this was Emma's letter, and she said it was our child, without any evidence, but I do n’t know Why, I believe what she said. "Father Jacob paused, repeating," ... I just believe what she said. "

The female singer changed her gaze when she looked at the pale-skinned man on the bed.

Seeing Irene's surprise, Father Jacob nodded and said, "Yes, he was the child that year. I sent him to the orphanage, but he didn't live well there. After I came out, I helped him in The hospital found a few jobs, but he didn't work long. Just five years ago, Father Matthew also retired and moved to the suburbs. I was left alone in the Sacred Heart Church, so I moved him to live below. I told him With regard to him and my mother's affairs, I originally just wanted to let him know his life, but I did not expect him to believe that he had such a miserable life and fully worshipped his mother. "

"Can we start now ?! Father Jacob." The pale-skinned man on the bed had no idea how many times he urged, his patience was almost completely exhausted.

"She's yours. I never let you call my father, but now you can call me a father." Father Jacob said lightly.