I was also frightened by him.
To be precise, I was frightened by the person he was supporting.
Shirley Yang covered her waist and abdomen with one hand and put her hand on the priest's shoulder.
Blood flowed out continuously from her fingers.
Not caring about anything else, I quickly took off my coat and covered it up.
Her face turned pale, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't ask anything, just hide first."
After that, she closed the office door with her heels.
The priest opened the bookcase, pulled out one of the rows of bookshelves, and waved to me: "Quick, quick, go in."
I didn't have time to ask about the situation, so I picked up Shirey Yang and slipped sideways into the secret compartment.
In my hurry, before I could clearly see the structure in the dark compartment, my feet suddenly became empty.
I hugged Shirey Yang and rolled forward.
I hugged her head tightly, and the two of them rolled several times.
After landing, I suddenly felt My head was dizzy and my elbows were so painful that I lost consciousness.
Thinking that Shiry Yang was injured, I hurriedly asked about the situation.
She groaned a few times, then reached out and touched my head: "You're bleeding, let me get up.
I remember there is a light in the cellar."
I tried hard to see my surroundings clearly in the darkness, but unfortunately the entire dark space was airtight, without even a trace of light.
Shiry Yang groped for a while and said happily: "I found it."
As soon as I finished speaking, a dim light lit up in front of my eyes, and I saw clearly that the place I was in was a small basement.
Shiry Yang leaned against the wall, holding a broken kerosene lamp in his hand.
I took the light and checked her injuries.
Her coat was tangled with blood.
She was covered in sweat and shook her hand: "It's a scratch, it's not a big deal.
You take care of yourself first."
My vision was a little blurry.
I touched my head and found that it was indeed bleeding.
I guess it was a bruise when I rolled down the stairs.
I didn't dare to touch it, but I was more worried about Shiry Yang, but she insisted that it wouldn't be in the way.
"Here comes someone."
I quickly put out the kerosene lamp.
A light slowly appeared at the end of the stairs, and I was relieved until Father Mark's head appeared behind the bookshelf.
He carefully locked the door on the secret compartment and ducked in.
I lit the lamp and stood up to greet him.
Father Mark refused my help, glanced at the kerosene lamp in my hand with contempt, then pointed to the button on the wall and said, "There is a light here."
As soon as the incandescent lamp was turned on, the entire basement suddenly became brighter.
Father Mark looked at the two of us in horror and said in a trembling voice: "God, your injuries are too terrible.
Come to the hospital with me, quickly."
I looked down at myself.
My arms were red and swollen, and there were blood stains everywhere on my body, but other than a slight dizziness, it didn't seem to be anything serious.
Shiry Yang lost a lot of blood, but his consciousness was still clear and he didn't look like he was in fear of his life.
"Tell me what happened first," she said resolutely, refusing to go to the hospital with the priest.
"Tell me what happened to my grandfather."
When I heard the word "grandfather", my heart skipped a beat.
Shiry Yang's grandfather was the famous mountain-moving Taoist priest Quanqixiao.
It is said that he died many years ago and traveled to the west on a crane.
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One of the important reasons for the trip to Utah Town was to visit the graves of the elderly.
Shiry Yang suddenly said such a sentence, which really puzzled me.
Father Mark squatted in front of her and made the sign of the cross in the air: "It's terrible.
Everything is terrible.
I don't know where to start explaining.
In short, your injury needs treatment."
He turned around and begged me, "Advice her, you can't hurt yourself like this."
"Those people outside are still looking for us.
If we go to the hospital now, we will definitely be arrested.
Do you have a first-aid kit here?
No, scissors, needle and thread, alcohol, and clean cloth.
Just bring two of them."
I saw what Shirey Yang meant.
I plan to fight to the end, but considering the situation outside, it is really not suitable to act rashly.
Being able to treat her wounds is more important than anything else at the moment.
"There is a medical kit in the cellar," Shiry Yang said, pointing to the camp bed in the corner.
"This church has a long history and it once housed many people during the Civil War.
I often came here to explore when I was a child.
If you look for it, there should be us under the bed.
Want something.”
The old priest was almost furious with us.
The old man puffed up his cheeks and stamped his feet: "Oh God, you two lunatics."
When I opened the crib, I saw a row of storage shelves.
Unfortunately, the shelves were covered with dust and there was nothing left.
"Huh," Father Mark glared at us, "In what age, who would hide a first aid kit in a place like that.
After you left, I renovated the cellar."
He said and opened the cabinet on the wall.
In addition to the medicines he mentioned, there were also bottled water and compressed biscuits.
The dates are all materials within the last three months.
The old man threw a roll of bandages to me, and then expertly sutured Shirey Yang.
"I didn't expect him to be an old military doctor.
I'm sorry."
His technique was precise and he looked like a professionally trained military doctor.
I made a simple bandage for myself, and then sat next to Shirey Yang.
The two of them stared directly at the priest, expecting him to explain the whole thing clearly.
Seeing how determined we were, he had no choice but to sit over.
He cleared his throat and said: "The beginning of the matter begins with Nader's death."
"Uncle Nader" Shiry Yang opened his eyes, looking like he was probably someone close to him.
I interrupted them and asked who the person was.
"My father's old friend, he was the mayor of Yuta Town.
He taught me how to use a gun for the first time."
She talked about these old events with a painful expression on her face.
"When I came back last time, He is outside and we haven’t had a chance to meet him.
I didn’t expect it.”
"Yes, no one expected such a thing to happen."
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The priest sighed, "We are all old, and his heart has always been bad.
But it happened too suddenly and strangely, and he died of murder."
My mind turned around and I was very puzzled: "If the riot originated from the death of the mayor, why should we retaliate against the Yang family?
Shirley Yang is alone.
Do you doubt that a person thousands of miles away can kill people from a distance?"
"No, no, no.
Young man, listen to me."
The priest looked a little excited.
He held my hand and began to recall the whole incident.
The mayor's body was discovered in the morning three months ago.
He was lying on the path of the cemetery without any external injuries.
The only thing that was unusual was his expression.
The look of fear and surprise was fixed on the mayor's face, and It didn't disappear with his death.
He looked like he was scared to death of something.
The sudden death of the mayor caused panic among the residents, and there were no noteworthy clues in the autopsy report.
However, Mrs.
Margery, who was the first to discover the body, said some words of unknown meaning.
The old lady was nearly 70 years old, and her speech was often confusing.
At first, no one took her testimony seriously.
She went to the church every two days, and every time she told the priest the same thing, it was what she had preached countless times in front of everyone.
She said she saw the devil in the cemetery, a waxy devil who had just crawled out of hell.
The devil took away the mayor, and the two of them were like friends reunited after a long separation, slowly walking into the gate of hell.
After Father Mark finished speaking these words, he couldn't help but hold the cross and pray loudly.
After hearing this, I felt a chill running down my back.
Although I didn't understand it very well, I always felt that there was something going on inside.
"Then, what do these assumptions of hers have to do with the mayor's mysterious death?"
"Yes, that's what I thought at the time.
I comforted poor Mrs.
Margery.
But her words lingered in my ears like a nightmare.
Finally one day, I couldn't bear the torture anymore, so I took the case information with me The scene.”
"Aren't you a priest?
Why do you work part-time as a policeman?"
"The priest is the only forensic doctor in the town."
Shiry Yang said with a smile, "When I saw him giving me stitches just now, I almost thought I was a dead person."
Her joke did nothing to ease the atmosphere, but Father Mark's face became more serious, and he held my hand a little stiffly.
He tried to keep his tone calm: "I didn't have any clue in my mind at the time, so I had to walk along the path of the cemetery over and over again.
Unknowingly, I came to the grave of my old friend
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