Volume 2: The Church of Light Chapter 223: Liu Jichuan's Letter
2050, early spring.
The severe cold weather still forced pedestrians on the street to wrap themselves tightly in cotton clothes. There was no snow, but the shrouded fog became paler and visibility was greatly reduced.
A figure wrapped in a thick black robe shuttled through the white mist, pushed the mist away, and walked into a manor that looked like an ancient castle.
The obscure sights hidden in various places in the manor along the way were like sharp falcons, carefully staring at every part of the visitor's body.
Deep inside the castle manor.
In front of the warm fireplace, the fire was crackling in the stove.
The scorching firelight shone on the priest's face. He had a calm expression and was adjusting the blanket on his knees. When he turned the blanket over, he saw a burnt hole on the other side of the blanket.
He was silent for a while, then he sighed slowly.
Lifting the blanket, he called the servant beside him: "Get me a new one."
The servant's face was full of panic. When he saw that he was not blamed, he carefully took the burnt blanket and turned away.
Soon , a new blanket was brought to the priest.
The priest slowly arranged the new blanket, folded it and covered his knees with it.
At this moment, a figure slowly emerged from the shadow passage behind him.
The warmth in front of the fireplace seemed to have been dissipated a lot, and a chill came over me.
Bang!
A piece of dry wood burned to the trunk and exploded.
"Why is it you? Where's Lao Liu?"
The priest sat in the chair without looking back, but seemed to have seen who was coming from behind.
The fire flickered, and the area it illuminated spread, illuminating the figure in the dark under the warm light, revealing her graceful figure and beautiful face. It was Li Meina.
"Director Liu..."
The flames at the edge of Li Meina's pupils flickered slightly: "Something happened."
The priest was stunned and fell silent.
"Director Liu said there is a letter and asked me to give it to you if anything happens to him." Li Meina said in a low voice, and her slender hand slowly took out a piece of letter from her arms.
Pop.
The dry wood burned again to the knot and exploded slightly.
A figure suddenly appeared in the shadows next to him, took the letter from Li Meina's hand, looked at the woman carefully, then turned around and handed the letter to the priest.
The priest took the envelope and saw that there was no signature on the surface, just a blank sheet of paper, looking ordinary.
What a clean cover...
The priest sighed in his heart, just like Lao Liu, he did things cleanly and never left any hidden dangers.
Slowly opening the envelope, a letter with sloppy handwriting appeared.
The priest read it carefully:
My old friend, if you are reading this, I am probably no longer around.
But it doesn’t matter. Everyone will die one day. From the day I joined the organization, I have been ready to die at any time.
For the greater good...
…
If it falls into the hands of someone I like, it means that I have a good eye.
It also means that our invitation has failed. No, it will not fail.
I have already planted the seeds of hatred. Even if he realizes it in the future, it will not stop him from hating the inner city. After all, it is an ugly place.
By the time you read this letter, I have given him everything I have.
This is a talent.
Talents do not necessarily have to be confined to our organization. As long as the goals are consistent, why should we be concerned about whether we are holding high the same banner?
I hope the old friend won’t cause him any more trouble in the future. His target will be the inner city, not us.
Even though I'm dead,
But I didn't fail.
The fact that you can see this letter means that he is qualified to replace me and will do better and more outstandingly than me.
When the horn of counterattack sounds in the future, I believe that no matter which camp he is in, he will join it and become a sharp knife that tears apart the inner city!
now,
The knife has been sharpened and sheathed. Do not open it again to avoid hurting yourself.
at last……
Take care, my friend...
That bread tastes good, haha!
…
…
The priest's fingers clenched the letter slightly.
The firelight danced in his eyes, carrying a bit of sadness and reminiscence.
It seems like time has gone back to that winter 30 years ago.
Even colder than today.
Every household huddled at home to keep warm, and only a few fog-people were still cleaning the streets .
On the side of an empty alley, broken wood and garbage were piled together. Even the freezing cold could not cover up the stench.
But what is incredible is that in such a dirty and messy place, there are two figures curled up inside.
The howling cold wind blew open the broken wooden boards, revealing gaps.
A shivering hand grabbed the wooden board to block the larger hole.
But the other small holes could not be taken care of, as there was nothing so trivial to fill them.
Under this pile of garbage is the nest.
And in this small nest, curled up was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The boy's face is immature, but there is a sense of determination and persistence between his brows.
One of his arms hung limply, obviously broken, and the other leg was coiled around his waist in a strange posture, obviously also broken.
However, there were bite marks all over the calf of this leg.
Next to the young boy was a thinly dressed woman, her face blue from the cold. She was leaning against the wall next to the garbage dump with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.
"Mom, don't fall asleep. I'll go find something to eat later."
The boy gently pushed the mother beside him.
The mother's body did not move.
The boy felt the biting coldness, and the mother beside him was as cold as the wall she was leaning against.
The boy suddenly panicked and hurriedly touched his mother's face, which was still cold.
"Mom, I'll give you food right away, don't fall asleep."
The boy was panicked, his eyes red. He looked at his calf covered with bite marks, then lowered his head and bit it hard again.
With excruciating pain, he bit off a piece of flesh!
It turned out that the bite marks on his calf were actually torn off by himself.
But this calf was twisted at the thigh, and the break was obviously caused by another reason.
Even so, the tearing pain in his calf and the blood seeping out made him look painful.
At this moment, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the sound of pain, took the flesh and blood from his intact palm from his mouth, and handed it to his mother's mouth.
But the mother's mouth did not move.
He pushed it in with all his strength.
Blood was smeared on his mother's lips, but those petal-like lips seemed to be sewn together, and he couldn't pry them open even with brute force.
Tears streamed down the boy's face.
The young man crawled on the ground, finally unable to hold back his sobs, like a desolate wolf in the cold wind.
An unknown amount of time had passed before the severe pain in his calf and the weakness from blood loss slowly brought the boy back to his senses from his grief.
He held the bitten calf meat in his mouth, then picked up some snow from the side and pressed it on the wound on his calf. The biting cold seemed to ease the tearing pain in his calf.
He scooped up more snow and pressed it against his calves, using the cold to coagulate the blood as he had done before.
But the cold caused the body heat to drain away, making him drowsy.
He chewed his leg meat, leaned in his mother's arms, and slowly fell asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, the boy was woken up and a gentle face came into his sight.
This was a middle-aged man, dressed in a priest's robe and well-dressed.
The priest's eyes were full of compassion, as if God saw the world and had compassion on its stubbornness and stupidity, as well as the pain that resulted from it.
Those eyes were also clearly reflected in the boy's eyes.
But soon, a piece of brown bread handed to him replaced the gentle look and cheered up the boy.
He took it like a hungry wolf, almost snatched it away, and stuffed it into his mouth hastily.
He swallowed the bread desperately, but another kind of light seemed to be ignited in his eyes.
Violence, murderousness, hatred, and hostility.
"Why are you here?" the priest asked softly.
The boy was devouring the bread and had no time to answer, nor did he want to answer.
He was driven out.
From the inner city.
The priest seemed to see through the boy's heart, and did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he said softly and caringly: "Come with me. If you don't mind, follow me from now on. I can let you... survive."
The young man suddenly looked up at the tall figure of the priest in front of him, and discovered that next to the priest there was a burly middle-aged man dressed in a murderous manner, who looked like a bodyguard.
The fierce light in the boy's eyes disappeared and he nodded vigorously.
The priest smiled slightly, took off his robe, and gently put it on the boy.
This one piece lasted for many years...
Until the boy grew into a young man, he stood firm in countless missions, covered in blood, and saw countless figures fall under his feet.
Until the boy became a middle-aged man, he also put on the black and gold robes of the Pope, climbed the steps, and sat on the top of the underground world of the Black Light District...
But, time goes back again...
Three days before the boy was given the divine robe.
A low-key black luxury car drove through the street, and the priest sitting in the passenger seat of the car stared out the window in a daze.
Suddenly, he saw a disabled teenager with one hand and one foot missing, gritting his teeth and building a nest with the garbage in the tattered garbage dump at the corner of the street outside the car window.
A beautiful woman was leaning against the wall, but her face was pale, and she seemed injured and extremely weak.
The priest in the car raised his hand slightly.
The vehicle slowly stopped.
The priest sat in the car and watched quietly.
After seeing the boy build a nest, he seemed to muster up the courage and bit off a piece of flesh from his mother's calf while her mother was resting.
The priest's eyes flickered slightly.
The boy covered the flesh and blood he had bitten off with the snow, and also covered his injured calf with the snow.
After a while, the pain on the boy's face seemed to ease a little. He took out the snow-black leg meat, handed it to his mother, and whispered something.
The mother pushed and shook her head, and the boy finally had to eat it himself.
But while his mother was asleep, the boy bit off another piece and used the same method.
After waking up his mother, he handed it to her mouth.
This time the mother did not refuse and swallowed with difficulty.
The priest's eyes shook slightly, and without saying anything, he waved his hand, and the vehicle started again and drove away.
Early the next morning.
At the corner of the street, two figures stood there, looking at the mother and child in the garbage dump in front of them.
They were very close to each other , but the boy seemed unable to see the two people in front of him.
Seeing that the boy was still feeding his mother with leg meat, the burly figure who looked like a bodyguard next to him couldn't bear to watch it. He took out the prepared bread, which was still warm, and was about to hand it to the boy.
But suddenly, a hand reached out and held his arm.
The burly figure turned his head.
Then he saw the priest looking at him and shaking his head gently...
