bookbashuk Chapter 170: How did they do it?
Chapter 170: How did they do it?
Chapter 170: How did they do it?
The bureau chief sat in his chair, a cigarette between his fingers, and listened to him finish speaking.
He didn't even notice the long piece of cigarette ash that had burned down to the table.
"Kindeman".
The bureau chief spoke slowly.
Are you alright?
His expression was also quite remarkable, just as remarkable as the bishop's.
Kindeman knew what he was thinking.
The church members confidently reported the incident, claiming that someone had poisoned the church.
As a result, the police investigated the area and came back to tell him.
It wasn't poisoning; it was done by the devil.
Who would believe that if I said that?
Kindeman shrugged.
He repeated the same speech he had given at the cathedral, word for word.
Water source, no problem.
Food, no problem.
The events occur in a progressive manner, not simultaneously.
Once you eliminate all the impossibilities, whatever remains, however incredible, is the truth.
After listening, the bureau chief remained silent for a full thirty seconds.
He stared at Kindeman, his gaze complex.
Then he took a deep breath and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
"Write me a report on this matter."
"How do I write it?"
"Just write...just write that no signs of poisoning have been found yet, and suggest that the church investigate the internal causes on its own."
Kindeman nodded.
The bureau chief added another sentence.
"Don't mention the devil."
"clear."
Kindeman turned to leave.
"etc."
The bureau chief stopped him.
"That...that priest, do you know him?"
Kindeman stopped and turned around.
The director's expression was quite subtle.
"I don't know him," Kindeman said.
"and you..."
"I'm just curious."
The bureau chief stared at him for three seconds, then waved his hand.
"Go."
One day later.
St. George's Church.
The sun was shining brightly, warming the courtyard.
Chen Yuan was sweeping fallen leaves with a broom.
There weren't many fallen leaves; they were scattered on the ground in twos and threes.
He swept very slowly, stroke by stroke, as if he were killing time.
A figure appeared at the church entrance.
Wearing a gray trench coat, with his hands in his pockets, he stood there, staring straight at you.
Chen Yuan raised his head.
Kindeman.
"List."
Kindeman spoke, her voice not loud, but exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard.
"How did you do that?"
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Chen Yuan paused for a moment while holding the broom.
"What? How did you do that?"
He looked at Kindeokman with a puzzled expression, his face completely innocent.
Kindeman crossed her arms and took two steps forward.
"How did you manage to silence more than half the people in the cathedral?"
Chen Yuan:
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His lips twitched slightly.
Of course, it's the skill: Instant Silence (One look from you and the other person will be too scared to speak)!
But he couldn't say.
He could only continue to put on that innocent expression.
"I don't understand what you're saying at all."
Kindeman:
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He stared intently at Chen Yuan, his gaze sharp and unwavering.
Chen Yuan met his gaze without blinking.
The two stared at each other for three seconds.
Kindeman spoke first.
"So when do you plan to let them speak?"
Chen Yuan lowered his head and continued sweeping.
How do I know when they can speak?
The broom swept across the ground, stirring up a few fallen leaves.
"Perhaps it was after he had a change of heart."
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Kindeman paused for a moment.
A heart of repentance?
Footsteps sounded.
"What happened?"
Father Iller's voice came from behind.
The old priest appeared at some point and stood beside the two of them, looking on with curiosity.
"What do you mean, 'speak'? Who can't speak?"
Kindman glanced at him and then recounted what had happened at the cathedral.
Father Iller listened, his expression growing increasingly complex.
After listening, he stared wide-eyed at Chen Yuan.
"Chen, did you do this?"
No wonder Chen Yuan was able to come back so quickly a few days ago!
No wonder those two priests from the investigation team didn't cause any more trouble afterward!
turn out to be...
Chen Yuan still wore that innocent expression.
"I said, this has nothing to do with me."
He continued sweeping.
Father Iller and Kindman exchanged a glance.
Their eyes both conveyed the same message: "I don't believe you."
Days continued to pass.
Life at George's Church was uneventful.
Chen Yuan sweeps the floor, waters the flowers, learns how to conduct Mass from Father Iller, and occasionally deals with Kindman's "harassment."
Life was as peaceful as a glass of plain water.
But things weren't so peaceful at the Washington Diocese Cathedral.
It caused complete chaos.
More than half of the staff are unable to speak, making it impossible to carry out many tasks.
Priests cannot preside over Mass; who has ever seen a priest who doesn't say a word?
The nuns were no longer allowed to sing hymns, so the choir became a pantomime troupe.
.
Even daily communication has become a problem; people can only communicate by writing, which is incredibly inefficient.
The bishop was in a panic.
But he could only pace around in circles, because he couldn't speak.
Finally, the bishop came up with a solution.
He invited several senior priests who specialized in exorcism.
An exorcism ritual is performed on all those who cannot speak.
The result... was very bad.
Very bad.
The exorcism ritual was completely ineffective.
What I can't say, I still can't say.
Moreover, none of the people who were exorcised felt any discomfort.
There was no struggling, no screaming, and no green vomit.
It's as if that demon doesn't exist at all.
The senior priests looked at each other in bewilderment.
What's going on?
If demons don't exist, then why can't they speak?
If demons exist, then why is exorcism ineffective?
Could it be that the demon possessing them is extremely powerful, so powerful that even a seasoned priest cannot defeat it?
This led to a series of problems.
Why would the devil target a cathedral?
Is it because someone here broke a taboo?
Or is it that someone on their side committed evil and was targeted by the devil?
Which part of the process went wrong?
With these problems escalating, the bishop began to feel increasingly overwhelmed.
In particular, he himself could not speak and could only communicate by writing, which was extremely inefficient.
He filled his paper with question marks every day.
But no one could answer him.
That afternoon.
St. George's Church.
The sun is still shining brightly.
Kindeman was sweeping fallen leaves in the yard with a broom.
Chen Yuan sat on a chair to the side, lost in thought.
It's truly emptying my mind.
His eyes were fixed ahead, but he wasn't looking at anything.
No one knows what's going on in his mind.
A man's voice suddenly rang out.
"Excuse me... is Father Chen here?"
Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze.
Kindeman stopped sweeping.
Both of them looked towards the church entrance at the same time.
A couple was standing there.
He looked to be in his forties, dressed richly, and had a calm expression.
But beneath the calm surface lurked a hint of panic.
The one speaking was the husband.
He was tall and had a receding hairline.
His wife stood beside him; she was slender, with brown hair tied back, and her expression was more tense than her husband's.
Chen Yuan stood up.
"Yes, what's up?"