The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

There was a sudden movement outside the Great Hall of Westminster, and Red Robin suddenly turned his head, and through the crack of the door, he saw an elderly clergyman staggering in, holding a Bible in his hand. .

God, God! I beg for your protection, please end my life, and I will return to your side in a pure body...

And when the old pastor opened the door and saw Red Robin standing in front of the pulpit, his eyes suddenly widened, and the expression on his face was not anger but surprise.

Are you God's gift to me? Come on, boy, come to me and pierce my heart with this cross and kill me!

Red Robin rushed over quickly and supported the old pastor, but the old pastor still staggered and fell down. Red Robin could only put him on the chair next to him. As soon as he lifted his clothes, he smelled There was a strong smell of blood.

Vampires have invaded London, and their first stop must be the cathedral... The old pastor gasped for breath, firmly grasping the Bible in his hand, and said, I was bitten by a pathfinder, I can't live anymore, but I can't become that kind of bloodthirsty monster!

I have served God all my life, just to atone for my sins to the Lord, and must not make me unclean at the last moment... Son, take this cross and stick it into my heart, it's the only way to stop me from turning into a monster!

The old pastor firmly grasped Red Robin's wrist with his thin palm, looked up into Red Robin's eyes with cloudy and old eyes, and said, I can see, I can see that you have done countless good deeds. , the righteous man of God, will give me a good death today!

Red Robin held the cross. There was no hesitation on his face, only a trace of coldness that he had never shown before. He pressed the old pastor's shoulders to make him lie back, and held his chest to give him a smooth breath. And said: Is there any way to restore it?

No, boy, these flying mice have venom in their teeth. Even if holy water can detoxify me, I'm too old to survive the fierce collision of two energies. If there are young fighters, you can save me like this. he.

I remember, I can help you, but I hope you promise me a condition.

I'm a dying person, I have nothing to give you...

You still have your body, I need to use your body to leave a letter, and then do what I should do.

The old pastor stared into Red Robin's eyes, seeing that his still immature face was divided into black and white sides in the light from the narrow gap in the cathedral door.

I promise you, child, please remember, if your hands are stained with blood, and you must remember the glory of the Lord in your heart, you will not fall, you will never... ah ah ah ah ah ah!

The cross was inserted into the old priest's heart, and as the old heart stopped beating, the deterioration of the bloody wound between his neck stopped.

Red Robin closed his eyes forcefully, pulled out the cross, let out a breath, and said to Lilith in his mind, You know what I saw on the pulpit ?

Without waiting for Lilith to answer, he explained on his own: In the eyes of a certain type of people, art is not the beauty of existence, but the eternal regret and scar caused by the moment beauty is destroyed.

For them, the meaning of life is not the process of its existence, but how it will be understood by the world at the moment of the end of existence.

They look at everything in this world from another angle, so the sacrificial ones are sacrificed, the immortal ones are burned, the precious ones are abandoned...and the flying ones fall.

Unfortunately, I am one of those people.

Red Robin reached out and hugged the old pastor's body, and carried him towards the pulpit step by step.

I'm different from all the other Robins who appreciate Batman's greatness, whereas I appreciate his pain, the darkness created by his eternally irreparable regret.

They look up to Batman, and I'm the only one looking down on him, looking down on this scarred soul wandering in the dark, and then imagining that only I can set him free.

One day, I will either save him or kill him. This can only be done by me. No matter which opportunity comes first, I will not let it go.

Red Robin gently placed the old pastor's body in front of the pulpit, then knelt on the ground, pressing his hands on his chest.

When I see what's on the pulpit, I know I've met someone who is as sick as I am, who appreciates the same beauty, but who has the ability to put it all into practice.

He wanted me to do the same, so he made three parts of a painting, leaving only one corner.

No one can refuse to work with a master to complete a great work. I can't resist this temptation, so I will help him complete his art and mine.

Until the sacrificial is sacrificed, the Immortal is burned, the precious is cast away, and the flying beasts fall.

Stop talking. Lilith's voice sounded in Red Robin's mind, quite hysterical: I don't want to hear your crazy talk, don't try to tempt me to help...

When she said this, the voice stopped abruptly, and Lilith realized what she said, so she growled even more angrily.

Are you tempting me?! Are you the devil or am I the devil?!

Red Robin turned the old pastor's body over and let him lie face down on the ground, with his hands on his sides and stretched out, lying directly in front of the pulpit, with his head facing the gate, and then took out a handful from his waist. dagger.

When was the last time you contracted a human being?

A thousand or two thousand years ago. Lilith sighed and said, Has human beings developed into this now?

Yes, this is human beings, welcome to human society.

As Red Robin spoke, his hands kept moving, and he pressed the point of the sharp dagger against the protrusion of the vertebrae at the base of the old priest's neck.

With a poof, the knife stuck between the ribs on the back of the corpse, and then made a big incision.

With slow and steady movements, Red Robin peeled off the skin on the old pastor's back with a strange knife-down method, and lifted them upwards.

Do you know what you are doing? Lilith's tone showed a rare trace of fear and uncertainty. She took a deep breath and emphasized: You are blaspheming a man in the largest church in London, before God. You are not afraid of the corpse of the priest...

If I were afraid, I wouldn't call you.

Lilith was silent, and as the movements of Red Robin's hands became faster and faster, Lilith still couldn't help asking: What are you doing? Let me remind you, if God really comes later, I will say It's all your doing, it has nothing to do with me.

No way, I will cry to him immediately and say that you seduced me, otherwise what do you think I brought you for?

you……

I said, welcome to human society.

Red Robin carefully turned up the two pieces of skin on his back and stuck them on the old priest's shoulders. Then he reached into the old priest's body and gently pulled out the aging lungs.

I warn you, that's enough! Lilith was almost gritting her teeth as she spoke, her tone full of uneasiness: God is really called, let's finish the game together!

If God would come, he would have come as early as the time when his believers were hurt. Even if God made him die, I would not be out of bounds.

Red Robin took a deep breath, and began cutting the lungs into strips with the dagger, and covering them with skin.

After a long and meticulous operation, Red Robin finally stood up, walked down the steps with the dagger in hand, and then turned to look at his result.

The old pastor was placed lying on the ground with his arms outstretched, his head facing the direction of the gate. Because of the steps, people walking towards him could just see his back.

It was a pair of bat wings with lungs as bones and skin covering them, silently unfolded between the arms, the faint light from the three gothic pointed windows shone on its body, from the strange and bloody There is a lot of beauty in it.

The noise outside the Great Hall of Westminster became more and more noisy, and the moonlight became darker and darker. An invisible wind pushed the door completely open, and countless pairs of blood-red eyes coveted God's treasured land.

Accompanied by a gust of wind, a pair of pitch-black boots fell from top to bottom, gently trampling down the fluff on the soft carpet, and between the two pairs of shoes, the vague shadow of the corpse became clearer and clearer.

The joy of victory in Cain's blood-colored pupils disappeared in an instant, leaving only a deeper gloom and coldness, as well as a never-before-seen, almost unstoppable anger.

Have you ever heard the argument that the best way to punish a sinner is not to do good deeds, but to do worse deeds in his presence?

On the banks of the Thames, Red Robin leaned on the railing with his hands facing the river, looked at the raging fire on the other side, and said: The letter I left to Cain will definitely make him very angry.

Because he died and came back to life, raised his tribe, started a war, just to get revenge on God, and the way to get revenge was to attack the church and blaspheme God, but I did it first.

There is only one chance to tarnish Westminster Abbey, as long as I win first, he can't win.

Lilith was silent for a long time before she opened her mouth and said, As long as you do the work of the devil, the devil will no longer be able to spread evil. Do you feel that your idea is a little bit... putting the cart before the horse?

That's because your understanding is too shallow. Red Robin smiled, propped his face with his hands and said, Spreading evil is the job of the devil, but it's not mine. I robbed the job of the devil with my hobbies. Who loses?

He snorted coldly and said, The reason why Cain spent so much effort in resurrecting is revenge, and I'm just looking for some leisure activities in my spare time.

It's not the first time I've touched a corpse. There are countless corpses in this world that I can touch. It was the first time Cain captured the cathedral, but there is no second Westminster Abbey in this world that can let me touch it in a brand new state. He feels the pleasure of defiled sanctity.

Lilith's relationship with God is also not good. She substituted herself, then sighed and said, You and my good nephew don't have such a big enmity, so why is that?

Oh my God, what am I talking about?! Lilith's slightly broken voice came again: You are the only human being I have not succeeded in seducing for thousands of years! You still want me to take the blame for you? I I shouldn't have answered your call in the first place!

Red Robin smiled and said, Do you think it's my fault? Did it ever occur to you that someone else might have seduced me?

...the murderer?

That's right, the murderer who killed the vampire——Professor Schiller, I now understand why Jason was so scared when he first met him.

He saw me clearly in just a few days of getting along, and when needed, he guided me step by step to do these things.

Seduce a detective with the truth, so I had to go to Westminster Abbey to confirm whether my guess about the theme of the vampire's death was correct, use the scene in the church and the bottle of fat to make me understand the theme of his crime, use my appreciation This kind of artistic ability makes me understand the beauty in it, and I want to help him complete his work.

Using the death of innocents and the chaos of orderly society to stir up justice in me made me want to punish Cain, using my gift for murder to make the most important moment of Cain's vengeance never perfect.

Red Robin sighed softly, raised his hand, looked at the slightly trembling fingertips under the dim moonlight, and said: ... What's more frightening is that it made me so happy that I even trembled with excitement.

This time Lilith was silent for a longer time, as if she was organizing her words, and after a while, she commented extremely objectively.

If he was born in the Garden of Eden, what's the matter with the snake?

I guess the little fool doesn't read the bible