This is not a matter of coercion or not, this is a strategic compromise - Mr. Assaches slowly raised his hands.
“It’s a good thing to be knowledgeable.” The man in sunglasses sneered, then threw a box towards Mr. Assaches and motioned for him to open the box.
Mr. Assaches had no choice but to do as he was told. After opening the box, he found that what was inside was a syringe for injection.
The strangeness of the situation made Mr. Azashes break out in cold sweat on his forehead.
As expected, it was too hasty to follow the matchbox clues to find this place.
"What is this?" Asaches said with a look of surprise on his face, looking at the man who was handcuffed to a chair and wrapped in gauze, "is it a painkiller for this man?"
"You seem to have a talent for talk shows." The man in sunglasses said calmly: "It's a pity that I don't have time to watch your performance now... Now, pick it up and inject it into your own body."
From the beginning to the end, the man in sunglasses pointed his pistol at Mr. Asaches, and the threat was always there.
“What…what is this?” Mr. Asaches asked hesitantly.
The man in sunglasses said nonchalantly: "The manager of this hotel said that the rooms here have the best sound insulation in the entire [Liberty City], and are even comparable to professional recording studios."
“…What?” Mr. Asaches was startled subconsciously.
Then a loud noise suddenly exploded in his ears.
Mr. Assassis instinctively shrank away from the floor. There was a bullet hole in the floor.
He couldn't help but turn pale, watching the dark muzzle of the gun pointing at him again... He didn't dare to bet that the other party's gun had no bullets in it, so he could only slowly remove the injection needle from the box with fear.
Remove the tube.
“I...where do I want to hit?”
The man in sunglasses suddenly frowned.
Mr. Asaches could only put the needle against his arm, but did not stick it in. Instead, he said quickly: "At least give me some iodine and a rubber band? And is this needle clean...
…It’s easy to get infected like this?”
The man in sunglasses suddenly lowered his pistol and sighed. Mr. Azashes's expression relaxed at first. However, at this moment, the man in sunglasses suddenly raised his pistol again and fired three shots in succession!
Three bullets flew past his shoulder in a row... They did not penetrate his shoulder, but they scratched the skin on his shoulder.
The burning feeling made Asaches shudder immediately. He knew that there was no room for his skin to be removed, so he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, held the injection syringe, and quickly pierced it directly into his shoulder.
superior.
That’s where I was vaccinated as a child.
Seeing that the substance in the syringe was completely injected, the man in sunglasses lowered his pistol again and said with satisfaction: "Feel it well... Soon, you will feel that the whole world will become different. You
You may even feel the reality of this world very clearly for the first time.”
After saying that, without waiting for Mr. Asaches to react, the man in sunglasses glanced casually at the guy who was leaning on the chair and wrapped in gauze, and then exited the room.
Mr. Asaches rushed to the door and reached out to twist the doorknob...but the door lock had already been locked again.
He shook his head helplessly, and then pulled out the needle still stuck in his arm... He looked at the guy with bloodshot eyes, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Brother, do you know this?"
What kind of number is this thing?"
But the guy with bloodshot eyes is actually an irritable man. He seems to be unable to understand what others are saying. He is still very irritable at this time - or in other words, confused.
Mr. Azashes shook his head, walked to the sofa nearby and sat down - at this time he quietly loosened his grip on the syringe.
The needle of the syringe was bent at right angles at some point.
Mr. Asaches straightened the needle again before throwing it on the table.
Now, how to escape from this place...Azaches lay on the sofa, resting his hands on his head, looking at the ceiling of the room blankly.
Suddenly, Mr. Assassis sat up and stared at the grumpy old man who was handcuffed to the chair... Then, Mr. Assaches's arms began to shake like this grumpy old man.
stand up.
He even opened his mouth and began to make a growling sound... He adjusted his growling sound until it felt almost like the grumpy old man, and then he stopped.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Asaches began to turn over the furniture in the room. After knocking down everything around him, he leaned against the corner and sat down facing the door of the room.
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The nun’s last choice of transportation was... a bicycle!
There is really no other way. The float parade is over and people are beginning to disperse. Currently, more than a dozen main roads are so crowded that it is impossible to call a taxi.
She could only find a coat, cover the seriously injured man, and then pedaled her bicycle all the way to the destination.
Mr. Calvin, the great scholar, is in the "City of Liberty". Even children who have just entered elementary school have heard of his name and deeds... Mr. Calvin's residence is not a secret.
In fact, Mr. Calvin, who has been practicing ascetic practices according to the ancient tradition, has people coming to see him every day. Mr. Calvin never refuses to receive these visitors.
It’s just that Mr. Calvin always likes to persuade visitors to practice asceticism with him... In fact, not many people can persist in this way of asceticism that follows the ancient tradition.
Over time, fewer and fewer people came to visit.
But the Calvinist scholar still insisted on the practice of persuasion... He caught one one at a time - these were all what Mr. Assachs told her.
Especially the expression "one caught is one".
Mr. Asaches, you are also an independent guy, right?
Sister Celine thought to herself that she even clearly remembered the way Asaches rolled his eyes when he first said these words.
Although he is a well-known scholar, because he is an ascetic monk, the residence of Calvin is not a high-end residential area, but an old and shabby old building in the old city.
When the nun stopped the bicycle angrily, she saw that in the dilapidated two-story house, only the attic was lit with lights... not even a doorbell.
——If you are looking for Teacher Calvin, you don’t need to knock on the door, just go in. He will always be waiting for you in the study room at the attic.
Recalling what Mr. Asaches had said again, the nun hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to carry the seriously injured man on her back, bent over, half-carrying and half-dragling him into the home of the Calvin scholar.
The door was not even locked and opened with a slight push.
"Mr. Calvin, are you there?" The nun felt that she still had to say hello, so she shouted several times in front of the door.
After a few calls, there was no response... She had no choice but to continue carrying the seriously injured person, climbed up to the second floor, and walked towards the lighted room.
But at this moment, the nun heard what seemed to be a scream... and a sound similar to the sound of an iron chain being waved.
Sister Celine was immediately startled, and tentatively called out again: "Mr. Calvin, are you there? I am a friend of Mr. Azashes... I have something to ask you! Mr. Calvin?"
"
There was still the sound of screams and the sound of the iron chains hitting each other.
In front of the attic door of the small building, the nun could not help but slowly push the door open with trembling palms. She instantly let out a scream——!
In the room, a white-haired old man, just wearing a pair of shorts, was kneeling on the ground.
He was flogging his body with an iron chain... Sister Selien even saw a metal tie tightened on the old man's thigh!
There were barbs on the tie, which penetrated deeply into the flesh of the old man's thigh...blood slowly remained.
【penance belt】.
In an instant, Sister Celine remembered the scientific name of this metal tie.
This...is this the so-called way of practice following the ancient tradition?
But the voice of exclamation could not even make the old man shake, and he still whipped his body with the chain over and over again.
The old man's back was covered with old and new wounds, dripping with blood, which made people uneasy.
A long time...maybe not a long time, but watching the old man's self-flagellation, every second was a kind of torture for Sister Celine.
After a while, the old man finally stopped whipping himself. He put down the chain, clasped his hands, faced the window, and prayed.
Sister Celine did not dare to speak at this time, but her nervous breathing gradually became faster.
The old man finally finished praying. He stood up slowly, holding his legs, and then put on his robe, "Azaches asked you to come? Why did he ask you to come?"
He looked at Sister Celine calmly and asked.
"I..." Sister Celine opened her mouth and was about to speak.
“Who are you carrying?” The old man’s eyes were fixed.
At this time, Sister Selien quickly put down the seriously injured person and said hurriedly: "Mr. Calvin, this gentleman must see you. I don't know the details, but he suddenly fainted at the door of my house.
Before, he had severe burns on his body, and he was unwilling to go to the hospital... It seemed that someone else wanted to arrest him."
"Burn?" The old man... Calvin scholar's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly approached, lifted off the clothes covering the seriously injured person, took a quick look, and then looked at Sister Selien: "What's your name?"
what name?"
“Celion, sir.” The nun responded in a low voice.
"Okay, Sister Celine, please do me a favor and lift him to the desk." The Calvin scholar said directly at this time.
"Book...desk?" Sister Selien couldn't help but look at the desk with documents and books piled up like a mountain with some embarrassment.
But the Calvin scholar walked quickly to the desk and swept the things on the desk to the ground. "It's okay now. Pick him up. I'm going to prepare some things."
After saying that, the great scholar from [Free City] quickly walked out of the room.
Looking at that pace, it really doesn’t look like an old man who has just whipped himself severely... He even still has the penance belt that pierced his flesh on his legs!
Sister Celine had no choice but to quickly move the seriously injured person to the empty desk. After a while, Scholar Calvin came in holding two clay pots. He thrust one of the clay pots into Sister Celine's hand.
And said: "Wait a minute, I will apply it first, and then you apply it again on the place where I applied it. The time should not exceed five seconds. Remember?"
"Ah? Me?" Sister Selien opened her mouth, then swallowed and nodded: "I...I'll try my best!"
The two clay pots contained some viscous substance, which had a vague smell of medicine...but it obviously didn't look like a regular prescription ointment.
At this time, the Calvinists had already begun to apply ointment on the seriously injured people. Sister Celine was a little overwhelmed, but she could only follow the instructions.
There were candles lit in the study, and there seemed to be no electric lights here... In the dim light, the two of them worked together, and it took them more than half an hour to apply the ointment.
Although she didn’t know the origin of these ointments, when Sister Selien saw that although the seriously injured person was unconscious, her eyebrows showing pain gradually relaxed, she had to secretly say a miracle.
“Sister Celine.” The Calvinist called directly at this time.
"Yes! I'm here!" the nun responded nervously.
I only heard the Calvin scholar say: "Now, you have two choices. The first one is to leave here. You have to forget what happened tonight, so that your life may not be disturbed."
“Then…what about the second one?”
"You stay." The Calvin scholar said slowly: "Ask me what happened, but before asking, you must be prepared... Some things, once you know them, will be difficult to look back on. You may even get killed because of this.
It involves unprecedented danger. I suggest you choose the first one."
"I..." The faces of the children in the orphanage flashed through the nun's mind at this moment, so she took a deep breath and said seriously: "I choose the first one."
"Then please go back." Calvin nodded calmly: "Remember, don't tell anyone, including Asaches."
Sister Celine nodded silently... She quickly glanced at the seriously injured person, then turned around and walked resolutely toward the door.
“Wait, Celine?” The Calvinist shouted suddenly.
Sister Celine turned around.
I saw the Calvin scholar frowning, and the eyes staring at her changed, "I remember... Celine, you are a reserve member of the Saint Maiden, and you were the fifth place in the last class?"
“Is there... any problem?” Sister Celine said subconsciously.
"There is a problem." The Calvin scholar said calmly: "Since you are a reserve member of the Holy Maiden, you do not have the first choice. I am sorry to tell you, Sister Celine, you may need to stay."
