In the endless white space, there were only standing wooden chairs and Lu Li sitting in them.
Lu Li waited quietly, the test would tell him everything in the end.
Then, the confession room suddenly re-wrapped Lu Li and the wooden chairs, standing abruptly in this pure white space.
Like an oil painting, colorful colors gradually dye the pure white space, the church's exterior walls, colored windows, benches, and the hazy light pouring out.
When everything returned to its original state, the soothing sound of the organ flowed through the church again.
However, the recovery of this scene was not complete. Outside the wooden wall in front of Lu Li, the mottled scene changed hazily.
It can be pushed away.
A thought suddenly appeared in his mind. Thinking like this, Lu Li reached out and pushed the wooden wall.
That was not a window, and one side of the wooden wall of the confessional did not collapse due to Lu Li's push. But it was as if Lu Li really pushed open a window, and the hazy scene suddenly became clear: Baron Reeves was pushing the wheelchair through the desolation.
cemetery towards the ornate carriage at the end of the lane.
Lu Li noticed that no plants were growing in the cemetery, and the trees had long since died.
The scenery revealed outside the other hollow wooden walls was still the church and the organ, only what was in front of him was changing. This torn scene gave Lu Li a physiological and instinctive feeling of dizziness.
Lu Li overcame this dizziness as if he were overcoming hallucinations and watched quietly.
"What's written on that piece of paper?" Reeves watched as the maid carried her daughter into the carriage, still holding the rough piece of papyrus in her hand.
"Some things you won't believe... I want to verify them before telling you."
The girl said.
"If the church is doing some tricks, don't believe it." Viscount Reeves's brown eyes became sinister. "If there really is a god, how could it cause the most devout believer to suffer such a disaster, and then make her child despair -
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"It's all over, Father."
The gentle voice of an angel sounded in his ears, and Reeves gradually calmed down. The Viscount's expression changed when outsiders talked about it. He smiled kindly at his daughter, got on the carriage and returned to the mansion.
The girl returned to her bedroom, said something to the maid, and quietly read a book called "The Geological Record of the Main Continent".
At a certain moment, the maid walked into the bedroom and whispered to the girl that the Viscount was planning to leave.
The girl closed the book with the bookmark and asked the maid to take her to her father's house.
Viscount Reeves walked down the stairs and saw his daughter in the hall and said to him: "Can I go?"
"certainly."
Viscount Reeves was very happy that his daughter was willing to go out, even though he was going out this time to meet an old friend.
Taking his daughter with him, the Viscount's carriage drove out of the secluded manor.
The girl sat in front of the car door and opened a corner to look outside. Viscount Reeves felt strange about her daughter's outgoingness. What made him even more strange was that after a while, she suddenly asked the groom to hold the reins.
A woman rushed to the middle of the road with her arms outstretched, fearful, and her chest heaving.
The groom was also startled. He was distracted and almost bumped into him.
"Are you Olivia?" the girl's gentle voice overflowed.
Olivia, who had not recovered from the shock, gasped and said: "I am..."
The girl nodded gently and said, "Please come up to the carriage."
Looking away, the girl finally answered her father's puzzled look: "It was the church...the priest who told me."
She handed the rough paper to her father.
Viscount Reeves scanned the paper quickly, his eyes twitching as he tried to calm down his emotions and not tear up the paper: "You actually believe the words of those servants who claim to be God..."
"Perhaps this is a group of believers colluding together to act!" Reeves pointed to Olivia, who was being helped into the carriage by the groom in fear: "This woman is lying to you!"
"I don't have...I...my child..."
"Shut up!"
"Father, don't take your anger out on others."
The gentle breeze blew out the flames, and the girl shook her head and asked Olivia about the child.
Olivia hurriedly said: "I...my child had asthma. I went to the church to pray, and he told me to find a doctor or a nobleman for help, and then I..."
"Like I said, they are just a bunch of ugly liars!" Viscount Reeves's expression turned sinister.
"Father."
The girl said helplessly, trying to resolve her father's prejudice: "If it weren't for the content on the paper, Mrs. Olivia would have been hit by the carriage."
Viscount Reeves' eyes fell on the groom: "I don't think my groom would be stupid enough to hit a passerby."
The groom lowered his head and broke out in a cold sweat, not daring to speak...because if the eldest lady hadn't reminded him, he would have bumped into this lady just now because he was distracted.
Viscount Reeves, who vaguely guessed something, snorted coldly and stopped looking at him.
"I want to verify other things. Let's separate here." The girl said and asked the maid to help her get out of the carriage.
"I'll go with you to see what those crooks are up to," Viscount Reeves said.
"You still want to see your old friends."
"Let him wait."
Although he felt helpless, his father's company did bring some convenience. Viscount Reeves snorted and asked a guard to follow Olivia back to her home, take her son to the best clinic for treatment, and follow the paper with her daughter
The content came to the police station.
Viscount Reeves couldn't speak, so the girl told the police sergeant that the person who cut the intestines was actually Jonah Peters, and that Al Peters, whom they arrested in the church, was innocent. Because there was someone with a cold face.
Viscount Reeves testified for him, and the Sheriff agreed to let Jonah go. But before that, they had to use Al Peters to create a trap to lure Jonah out of hiding.
Jonah Peters, who wanted to betray his brother, had no reason not to go to the gallows to see his brother for the last time.
After leaving the police station, the carriage from Viscount Reeves's residence went straight to another civilian area.
"Do you believe it now, Father?"
"snort."
Viscount Reeves snorted coldly and said nothing.
According to the description in the paper, they came to the place where this was most likely to happen: the base camp of a gang.
They arrived just in time. Soon after entering the tavern, the gangsters grabbed a middle-aged man covered in blood and came in.
The leader who was entertaining the viscount respectfully and fearfully saw the girl looking at the middle-aged man stiffly, and asked softly: "Are you Green Pierce?"
The middle-aged man who was being held up struggled to open one of his bleeding eyes.
"Can you take him for treatment?" the girl frowned and asked the leader.
"Of course, Miss, you bastards, who told you to attack my client! Go and send him to the clinic!" The leader, who didn't understand the relationship between them, quickly yelled at his subordinates.
"Thank you, and there is another thing." The girl in the wheelchair said gently: "A girl stole your things in the morning, have you found her?"
