The oil lamp on the table emitted a dim light, but it did not shine into the confession room at all, as if the confession room and the outside were two different spaces.
This is indeed the case. According to the normal depth, Lu Li is about thirty meters below the sea surface.
The lady outside the confessional grabbed the paper with rough hands and slowly talked about the trouble she had encountered.
Olivia Kicken may not be the most devout believer, but she takes one day every month to attend church.
This is her second visit this month because of the trouble.
Her youngest son had an asthma attack and coughed up a lot of blood. After taking him to the clinic, the doctor told her that his condition was very serious and that stabilization would require long-term treatment, and the effect would not be ideal.
After her husband passed away, Olivia Keeken, an ordinary peasant woman, could not bear the high cost of treatment. She had to go to the church confessional and narrate her troubles to the beings inside.
Lu Li could hardly help with this matter.
Lu Li was carrying money, but he could not hand out the shilling through the wide hole - or he could hand it out, but the woman outside the confession room seemed not to see the shilling she desperately needed on the table, but was looking forward to confession.
The "Lord" on the other side of the room can help her with the truth written on the paper.
More specifically, she hoped that the God she had always believed in could help her solve her youngest son's illness.
It was impossible for Lu Li to write "Everything will be fine", but he really couldn't help Olivia Kiken. After thinking about it, he could only write the content on the paper.
[There are some people who may be able to help you. A little-known unknown doctor, a retired old doctor, a caring aristocratic rich man. For the first two, you can find out from your neighbors, and for the latter, you can go to the aristocratic or rich man you know.
At the door of your home, shout out the difficulties you encounter]
Handing out the paper was all Lu Li could do.
Those rough hands grasped the paper. After a moment of silence, the woman's voice was filled with undisguised disappointment: "Thank you, Lord... I will take Little Kiken to church for worship after his asthma subsides..."
Olivia Kiken stood up and left her seat, walking outside, her hazy figure gradually invisible to Lu Li.
Is it over?
Lu Li thought as the organ played in the church. Then, the light and shadow outside the confessional began to change.
This change is usually not easy to detect, but after acceleration, the light and shadow cast by the hollow wooden wall move quickly, clearly revealing the passage of time.
The change only lasted for more than ten seconds, but the hazy light outside had changed to the color of the afterglow before sunset, and a ray of setting sun was shining on the wooden chair opposite the wide hole.
Hua Hua——Hua Hua——
Two hazy figures appeared on the hollow wooden wall. They were sweeping the floor and whispering in the vast and deserted church.
"Have you heard? Olivia was hit and killed by Viscount Reeves' carriage..."
"Who is Olivia?"
"The woman who came in the morning, her child was sick, and she came to the church to ask for help because she had no money for treatment."
"Then what? How did you get hit by Viscount Reeves' carriage?"
"Who knows? After she left the church, she went around looking for people to find smart and cheap doctors. How could this be possible? Then she went crazy and stopped the rich man's carriage to complain. Viscount Reeves' horse was frightened.
, just hit her to death."
"It's really pitiful... But after receiving the compensation, her youngest son will be able to afford medical treatment."
"Compensation? How can a mad woman suddenly rush out and stop the carriage to get compensation? If she hadn't been dead, Viscount Reeves would have punished her long ago."
"well……"
The whispers of conversation gradually faded away, and the confessional room became darker and darker. Finally, it merged into darkness, leaving only the faint light of the oil lamp.
Lu Li stood up, and the dark environment already represented the end of this door. No matter what the purpose of this test was, Lu Li seemed to have handed in an unsatisfactory answer.
Picking up the oil lamp, Lu Li turned around and was about to leave the confession room, but then his body stopped for an instant.
The steps outside have changed.
The change is clearly visible: the walls and steps have become more damaged.
For example, the stone pillars of the temple that had been neglected for many years showed signs of weathering and chipping, as did the walls and steps.
But the damaged wall did not make the afternoon light clearer. On the contrary, the light in the stone became dim, as if it was the wall itself that was shining, and with the damage, the light naturally became dim.
This is obviously not a good thing.
Will a bad ending damage this place...
Lu Li thought to himself as he walked out of the confessional with an oil lamp.
The carved wooden door closed behind him. Lu Li turned around and stared quietly for a few seconds before continuing to walk down.
Follow the missing steps to the next corner, and at the end of the downward steps, another carved wooden door emerges.
The same confessional, the same woody fragrance and the soothing sound of the organ.
The difference is that there are two different words scrawled crookedly on the hollow wooden wall of the confession room.
【Only the truth can win people's hearts】
[Ignorance is not the original sin, arrogance is]
Lu Li compared it with the meaning of the words on the wall he experienced last time. If they represented some kind of reminder, was the first sentence reminding him that he should use "truth" to help believers who asked for help?
As for the second sentence, Lu Li couldn't effectively connect it with himself for the time being. Forcibly piecing it together would only make the meaning of this sentence specious.
Sitting on the wooden chair, just like on the previous floor, not long after Lu Li sat on the wooden chair, a figure came from a distance.
It was the outline of a man.
After the figure sat on the wooden chair outside the confession room, the figure revealed confirmed Lu Li's guess.
"Lord...I have sinned...please forgive my sins..." the man said tremblingly, his legs tightly together, and his white hands intertwined nervously.
【What did you do?】
Lu Li wrote and handed over the paper.
"I...I killed someone." The man's trembling voice contained a hint of fear and hatred suppressed in the deepest part of his emotions.
He told the whole story——
A group of gangsters have been pestering his daughter, and the man knew nothing about it before. Until not long ago, he saw his daughter being taken into an alley by the gangsters.
The man who had just got off work from the lumberyard was blinded by anger and rushed in to save his daughter.
The matter should have ended here. If the man warned the gangsters not to approach his daughter again, and they agreed, it would be a good ending. But the angry man raised the ax in his hand and waved it at the gangsters.
The man couldn't remember the final result clearly. He only remembered that when he left, one fell to the ground and made no sound, the other's chest rose and fell slightly, and the other stumbled and ran away crying.
Wrapped in huge regret afterwards, the man begged: "Please tell me should I surrender? Will I go to hell after I surrender? And what should I do with my daughter? Please help your most loyal servant."
【Only the truth can win people's hearts】
Is it the truth...
[I can help you, but before anything else, I want to know if you are repenting for the sins you have committed, or if you are just afraid of the consequences of committing a crime]
