Not curious?Ingres was a little surprised by Alex's answer.

"I just think it's weird. Alex lowered his head and whispered.

"What's strange?"

Alex didn't answer, but stared at the words on the paper, his eyes flashing slightly, as if he saw something else through the words.

Seeing that Alex was silent, Angel didn't ask, but changed the subject: "You don't care at all, why do they die when they leave Gust Town?" Also, aren't you curious about what is going on outside Gust Town?"

Alex was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "I'm not curious about what is going on outside Gust Town, I'm more curious about ...... than these."

Alex looked up at the pitch-black roof of the confessional chamber and seemed to see a cage of confinement. However, his gaze never stayed on the cage, but looked into the deeper void.

"This world. ”

......

Angel walked out of the church of Cruja, he didn't get much news from Alex, who had been living in the church and hadn't even really visited Gusttown, let alone the rest of the town. At most, some of the events in the Holy City are recorded in the texts, and the rest are vague.

So, Angels left the church for a while, ready to go outside and have a look for himself.

The style of Gust Town is actually very close to the town of Grew, although it is not big, but it has mountains and fields and a small stream that flows through it, and it is completely self-sufficient.

Most of the buildings in the town are made of wood, perhaps because the residents here do not pay attention to maintenance, and many wooden walls show mottled traces, some of which are eaten by insects and some are brought by moisture.

A musty stench echoed in the air.

Ingres walked around the town and made a point to find the sheriff's and mayor's rooms, but to Ingre's disappointment, he couldn't find any more location information.

In the mayor's room, there is a very rudimentary map of the landscape, but the scope of the depiction is only the town of Gust and the surrounding area, and a little outside, it is blank.

After coming out of the mayor's room, Angels looked at the mountains in the distance.

It is said that in that direction, you can lead to the holy city hundreds of miles away.

Since he couldn't find any clues here in Gusttown, Ingres planned to go to the Holy City to check the situation.

Angels flew up and flew towards the distant mountains. He didn't have a physical body as a burden now, so he could float with the power of illusion alone, and his speed was not slow.

After flying for a few minutes, Ingres was more than ten miles away from Gusttown, where he saw a raging river. The width of the river is at least a few tens of meters, and the rocks in the middle cause the waterway to flow sideways, splashing and even forming a layer of white mist on the surface of the river.

This river is the one that must be crossed by the town of Gust to reach the Holy City.

Angel landed and walked slowly to the only stone bridge on the long river.

If he remembered correctly, the head of the knight named Revane had been found on this pier.

Ingres looked at the piers of the stone bridge, one of which had a protrusion above the pier from which a rope was suspended. Underneath the rope is the raging river.

Angel flew to the edge of the rope, and when he looked closely, he found the black blood stains on the rope.

Because the mist below was pervasive, the rope was even wet.

It seems that this is where the head of the Riven Knight was found.

Angel glanced at the rope, looked at his surroundings, saw nothing wrong, and continued to fly. Although he is a little interested in this series of cases in Gusttown, the most important thing he needs to do now is to determine the current position. As for this suspected extraordinary, when he has determined the location, if there is still time, he can study it again.

After all, he is only an illusion now, and even if this case really has extraordinary secrets, uncertain location, and no physical body, it is in vain.

Thinking of this, Ingres did not stop here, but continued to fly forward.

After crossing the river, Ingres flew along the main road. But after less than a minute, Ingres suddenly stopped, and he looked at the mountains in the distance, and always felt that something was wrong.

In his line of sight, the trees in front of him were full of flowers, and the green hills were undulating along the green ridges, outlining a graceful curve.

Ingres, however, found the obvious oddity.

In the realm where he was, he could hear the whirring wind, the branches and leaves of the big trees swaying, and even some leaves were blown off.

But not far ahead, there was no movement, no sign of wind and grass.

It's like a static painting.

Definitely problematic. Ingres was vigilant in his heart, but he didn't flinch, just leaned forward more cautiously.

When Ingres reached a certain limit, he stopped.

Cautiously reach out for the power of illusion to reach ......

When he received the feedback, Ingres's pupils shrank suddenly. The power of illusion itself is not as sensitive as the power of spirit, but Angel still clearly senses that the power of illusion seems to have touched a barrier, and when he wants to break through the barrier with force, the power of illusion bounces him back.

Angel used more force this time, but the barrier still didn't respond, and he still couldn't leave.

Ingres flew quickly along the barrier, flying for more than ten miles, and he finally confirmed that all the places were barriers, and the scenery behind them might be the scenery behind the barriers, or maybe it was just a projection at all!

His face was a little strange, and he looked up at the sky.

If there is a barrier, what about the higher sky? With this question in mind, Ingres flew up a thousand meters or so, only to feel the barrier again.

Ingres slowly sank, and the place he was now in was near the raging river, and he could even faintly see the stone bridge.

Looking at the bridge piers in the distance, Angel suddenly remembered what Alex had said earlier.

- The whole town of Gust is like a birdcage from which you can't escape. As long as the bird wants to fly away, it will be broken by an unknown hand.

Angel whispered, "Is that why?"

Perhaps, Gusttown is really just a cage, and that series of murders is all because the people in this cage discovered the secret of the cage, and it turned out that they lived in a false world, so they were killed by the mastermind behind the scenes?

But what's the point?

The grass flies in order to take root. The beast kills to feed its belly. There must always be a meaning to everything, even if it is a trick made by some boring evil gods...... For example, the pursuit of fun.

So, what exactly did the mastermind behind the scenes do after spending so much effort to set up this place as a birdcage that cannot be escaped?

Ingres looked back at the distant town of Gust, where the buildings were in full shape.

"Is there any meaning there?"

......

The night slowly replaced the curtain of day, and the stars hung in the sky.

In this quiet night, Alex took the canon in his hand and read it word by word. When he finished reading the canon with sincerity and determination, Father Bronlong on the other side smiled with satisfaction.

"Your words already carry the power of divinity, and I believe that the day you become a priest, you will be able to bring the gospel of God the Father to the suffering beings. ”

In the dim oil lamp, Bronlong's smile was a little distorted by the presence of light and shadow.

Alex stood up and bowed respectfully, as if he hadn't seen it, "Father is above." ”

When Alex looked up, Father Brenlang disappeared in front of him, replaced by a dark figure who let out a sinister laugh and slowly stretched out a hand from the darkness.

The hand broke through the shackles of darkness and became a white and tender hand, the most prominent of which was the purple and gorgeous nails.

"Come, hold my hand, and fall into the abyss together......" The ghostly voice was like a gust of wind blowing through Alex's ears.

Alex was expressionless, didn't react, and didn't try to grab the hand.

After a few seconds, the image faded from view, and Alex returned from the darkness to the dim cabin, but there was still a hand in front of him, but it was covered with old wrinkles.

Father Bronlong stretched out his hand and stroked Alex's snow-white semi-long hair: "What are you doing in a daze,"

"No, I'm just thinking about the contents of the canon, which gives me new inspiration. Alex lied without changing his face.

Father Bronlong didn't notice it at all, and even nodded with satisfaction: "Keep the canon in mind all the time, this is the basic cultivation of a priest, and you have done a good job." ”

After Bronlong finished speaking, he looked at Alex's white hair, with envy in his eyes: "The divine code records that Father God was born with white hair, and your hair is also snow-white, without a trace of impurities, maybe it is really the favor of Father." I am sure that you will become the best priest you can be. ”

Alex nodded, "That's what I want." ”

With a smile of relief and satisfaction, Bronlong left Alex's room.

After Bronlong left, Alex fell into a burst of thought, his eyes flickering. It wasn't until half an hour later that Bronlong's ears suddenly moved, and he turned his head to look out the window.

At some point, through the white window paper, I could see a dark shadow standing outside.

"Is it Sister Tessa?"

No one answered.

Alex hesitated for a moment, "Is it Mr. Pat?"

The window opened, revealing Ingres's face.

After Ingres approached the room, he looked at Alex, who was still calm: "You don't seem surprised by my appearance?"

Alex looked at Angel quietly and asked without answering: "Every hour, big and small things happen, so at any moment, I won't be surprised that anyone visits." ”

After a pause, Alex said, "More than this, I want to know Mr. Pat, why didn't you die?"