Although Kong Sang was anxious in his heart, he could only offer comfort.
After a full quarter of an hour, the young priest's mood gradually stabilized.
"You guys sit down and I'll tell you slowly."
The young priest himself sat beside the bed, holding a teacup in his hand.
Zhao Yuecheng was still leaning against the wall beside the door.
Kong Sang looked up and down and was basically sure that this young priest must be a very sensitive person.
He cries easily and gets nervous easily, which shows that there must be something quite scary in his heart.
Combined with what the sloppy man said during the conflict just now.
Could it be that this young priest who violated the church's precepts and was extremely superstitious...
"The one you met who knocked down the door is actually the cause of casualties here."
The young priest took a sip of hot water and said tremblingly:
"Who is he?"
"Or, we don't know what kind of monster he is."
"Everyone who has seen it should be dead."
"At around two o'clock in the morning, when the whole corridor starts to ring, everyone has to go back to their rooms."
"If you linger in the corridor, or open your own door, or are in someone else's house, you will be found dead in the room the next day."
"No exceptions!"
Kong Sang nodded.
The conversation changed:
"Just now, that sloppy man said you were superstitious about divination and didn't know..."
The young priest's face suddenly turned pale.
He knelt down in front of Kongsang with a pop and cried:
"I...I didn't mean to!"
"There's nothing I can do!"
"I've been here for so many years and I still can't get out!"
"I don't even know if my family is dead or alive!"
In the young priest's narrative, he admitted that he had indeed violated the doctrine.
His parents are both Christians.
Because of this, he grew up in a very strict family environment.
Regarding the knowledge, manners, conditions, etc. that a Christian should possess, his father would use an almost harsh method to educate him.
In fact, he never went to a formal school.
It is a school founded by the church.
Kong Sang thought about the time when the young man came here.
If we extrapolate back to when young people were young, it is indeed possible that this kind of church school still existed.
Therefore, there is a high probability that the young priest did not lie about this matter.
However, Kong Sang soon discovered a problem.
When the young priest mentioned his parents, he felt very fearful.
But if... you are really afraid of your family to such an extent, why would you consider using divination to predict whether your family is safe in an even more unsafe environment?
This seems inconsistent with a person's normal emotional logic.
"So, what do you use for divination?" Kongsang asked again.
The young priest took out a pendulum.
I held the empty sauna in my hand. After observing it carefully, I couldn't help but murmur in my heart.
Because, he felt that the material of this pendulum was a bit strange.
He had seen Wang Youchao use the pendulum.
The props used in European black magic are all obsessed with using various gems and metals as media.
But the white thing in front of me is a little yellowish...
"This shouldn't be something you carry with you, right?"
Facing Kong Sang's question, the young priest nervously grabbed his robe and nodded.
"Yes... the aunt next door gave it to me."
Aunt?
Curly haired woman?
Kong Sang frowned: "Why would he give you a medium for divination?"
The young priest showed a shy smile:
"Because...because she thinks I look a lot like her child."
"She also takes good care of me on weekdays."
"I also accidentally told her that I wanted to find out about my parents through divination, so..."
…
Later, Kongsang asked the young priest some questions.
Overall, according to the young priest, the curly-haired woman in Room 2 is a good person.
The sloppy man in room three is a violent maniac.
The old lady in room 4 was the first to arrive and had little interaction with anyone.
In room No. 5, I don’t even know whether the person in it is male or female.
At this moment, Zhao Yuecheng raised his eyebrows, grabbed the door lock, and opened the door suddenly.
At the door, the woman in Room 2 was standing there, still eavesdropping.
"Uh...hehe..."
"I just went out for a walk."
The embarrassed look on the curly-haired woman's face quickly disappeared.
In her hand, there was still a bowl of duck blood.
Kong Sang took advantage of the situation and stood up:
"Auntie, there are some things we want to ask you, is that okay?"
Curly-haired women seem to want to say no.
But after subconsciously seeing Zhao Yuecheng's eyes, he nodded quickly.
The exaggerated smile on her face has never changed.
"Okay, let me clean up the house."
With that said, the curly-haired woman hurried back to her room and closed the door with a bang.
Kong Sang and Zhao Yuecheng came to the corridor and closed the door of the young priest.
Only then did Zhao Yuecheng whisper:
"That pendulum is made from flesh and bone."
"And it's definitely human bones!"
Kong Sang's eyebrows jumped and she looked at Zhao Yuecheng in shock.
"Are you...are you sure?"
"How did you know?"
Zhao Yuecheng's eyes twitched:
"When I was young, I did observe some things."
Kong Sang had a dark look on his face, but he was not interested in delving further into what this so-called "thing" was.
It’s just that the curly-haired woman in room two gave an object made of ground human bones to the young priest as a medium for psychics?
And according to what the young priest said, every time he got a divination result, his parents were still alive and safe.
But thinking about it on the other hand, assuming he really thought divination was useful, he never thought about how to get out by divination?
Assuming that he has not divined how to get out, then it means...
Or, he thinks that his divination method is not accurate, so there is no need to do so.
Or, it means that he doesn't want to leave here.
Assuming it is the former, then he clearly thinks that there is something wrong with his divination, and yet he wants to divulge his parents' situation, which is inconsistent.
If it is the latter, it means that there are more terrifying things outside than here, making him unwilling to go out. Compared with his words, the most likely person is his parents who are suffocating his life.
Assuming that he did divine the way out, then it means...
Or, he got an inaccurate result, which corresponds to the question just now, why did he think the divination of parents was accurate.
Or, he got an accurate result and was sure he could go out. But he didn't want to go out.
So, back to the latter, are his parents more terrifying to him than they are here?
Kong Sang had a headache and rubbed his temples.
According to this analysis, this young priest himself violated the doctrine, suffered the condemnation of his conscience every day, and performed divination regardless of whether it was successful or not. This was essentially a practice that violated logic.
That would be so weird!
at this time:
"Crack!"
Room 2 is reopened.
The curly-haired woman smiled and said:
"You can come in."
As soon as Kong Sang and Zhao Yuecheng entered the room, they smelled a smell of perfume in the room.
"Does Auntie like to use perfume?"
The curly-haired woman is smiling:
"yes."
"Fortunately, the daily necessities in this restaurant also have this kind of fragrance."
Kong Sang nodded and looked at the bottle shaking in the curly-haired woman's hand.
It is a type of aromatherapy often used in hotels.
Open the lid and put in the tools for diffusing the aroma.
It's just...perfume must evaporate.
But the bottle in the curly-haired woman's hand had obviously been opened not long ago.
Even when Zhao Yuecheng discovered that the other party was eavesdropping, there was no scent of incense on her body.
If you are a person who often uses aromatherapy, this is absolutely impossible.
So...aromatherapy is turned on temporarily.
What is it used for?
There is only one possibility, to cover up a certain smell!
Kong Sang and Zhao Yuecheng looked at each other.
Both of them seemed to have seen this basic information.
Then, they sat on the chairs nearby.
There was still duck blood on the table, but the color was still bright.
The curly-haired woman smiled and said:
"We can understand if you are new here and want to go out."
"But...actually it's pretty good here."
"Look, there is food and drink, and the living conditions are pretty decent."
"It's not better than outside."
Kong Sang nodded and looked at a bucket placed under the table:
"Auntie, what is this?"
He looked at the curly-haired woman.
The latter's smile seemed to be more...exaggerated in an instant?
This subtle change was captured by Zhao Yuecheng.
Kong Sang didn't wait for the curly-haired woman's explanation, so she stood up and grabbed the bucket.
The bucket is a little sticky.
The curly-haired woman also reacted, quickly stood up and said with a smile:
"This is the duck blood I made!"
With that said, the curly-haired woman opened the bucket.
In front of my eyes, there were indeed pieces of duck blood soaked in it.
Kong Sang nodded and didn't say anything. He just grabbed the bucket's hand and put it on his back inadvertently, allowing Zhao Yuecheng to have a clear look.
That palm is stained with blood!
Dark red, with some dried blood!
Zhao Yuecheng pretended to cough inadvertently, hinting that Kong Sang already understood.
Kong Sang sat back calmly.
Watching the curly-haired woman push the bucket back, she felt very relaxed.
And judging from its arms and legs, there are even quite a few muscles.
This is obviously a result of doing heavy lifting for a long time.
"Auntie, are you in the duck blood business outside?"
The curly-haired woman smiled and straightened up:
"No, no, I'm just a housewife."
"I just make this duck blood myself."
Kong Sang nodded:
"But...if you just leave it in the room, won't it get damaged?"
"It's quite troublesome to make duck blood, isn't it?"
The curly-haired woman smiled and waved her hand:
"This is just my little hobby."
"Oh." Kong Sang looked at the other party with thoughtful eyes: "I heard that the priest's pendulum was given to him by you, aunt?"
"To be honest, I quite like this kind of thing."
"Do you still have some in stock here? If so... give me one as well."
At this moment, the curly-haired woman was sitting beside the bed. Although she still had that exaggerated smile, her eyes were fixed on Kong Sang and she didn't say a word for a long time.