Chapter 67: Old Man, Don’t Tell Me...

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 know what's interesting." The man in sunglasses sneered, then threw a box towards Mr. Azashes and motioned for him to open the box.

Mr. Azashes had no choice but to do as he was told. After opening the box, he found that it contained an injection syringe.

The strangeness of the situation made Mr. Azashes begin to sweat on his forehead.

As expected, it was too hasty to follow the matchbox clues to find this place.

"What is this?" Azaches 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. Azashes 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.

Instinctively, Mr. Assassis recoiled...to the floor, which now had a bullet hole.

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 should I hit?"

The man in sunglasses frowned immediately.

Mr. Assachs 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... …Is it easy to get infected like this?”

The man in sunglasses suddenly lowered his pistol and sighed. Mr. Azashes looked relieved at first, but then the man in sunglasses suddenly raised his pistol again and fired three shots in succession!

The bullets from the three shots flew past his shoulder in a row... They did not penetrate his shoulder, but they scratched the skin on his shoulder.

The hot feeling made Asaches shudder immediately. He knew that there was no room for his skin to go down, 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: "Next, 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. Azashes' reaction, 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. Azashes rushed to the door and reached out to twist the doorknob...but the door lock was already 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 method is this thing?"

But the guy with bloodshot eyes was an irritable man. He seemed to be unable to understand what others were saying. He was 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 into a right-angle bend at some point.

Mr. Asaches straightened the needle again before throwing it on the table.

Now, how to escape from this place... Asaches lay on the sofa, pillowing 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 growl... He adjusted his growl 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 sat down against the corner and faced the door of the room.

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The nun’s last choice of transportation was... a bicycle!

There was really no other way. The float parade ended and people began to disperse. Currently, more than a dozen main roads were so crowded that it was impossible to call a taxi.

She only found a coat, covered the seriously injured man, and then pedaled her bicycle all the way to the destination.

The great scholar Mr. Calvin is in [Free City], and even the 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 ancient traditions, has people coming to see him every day. Mr. Calvin never refused 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.

As time went by, fewer and fewer people came to visit.

But Calvin University scholars still adhere to the method of persuasion... they catch one by one - these are all what Mr. Assass told her.

Especially the saying "Everyone you catch is one".

Mr. Asaches is also an independent guy, right?

Sister Celine thought to herself, she even clearly remembered the way Asaches rolled his eyes when he said these words first.

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.

Thinking again of what Mr. Asachus had said, the nun hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to carry the seriously injured person on her back, bent over, half-carrying and half-dragling him into the home of the Calvin scholar.

The door wasn't even locked and opened with just a push.

"Mr. Calvin, are you here?" The nun felt that she still needed 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 on her back, climbed 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. Asaches... I have something to ask you! Mr. Calvin?" "

There were still screams and the sound of the 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, and 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 whipping 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... and blood slowly remained.

[Penance Belt].

In an instant, Sister Celine remembered the scientific name of this metal tie.

This...is this the so-called practice method that follows ancient traditions?

But the exclamations could not even make the old man waver, 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 Selien 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 while holding on to his legs, and then put on his robe. "Did Athaches ask you to come? Why did he ask you to come?"

He asked, looking at Sister Celine calmly.

"I..." Sister Selien opened her mouth and was about to speak.

"Who are you carrying?" The old man's eyes focused directly.

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 Celine: "What's your name?" what name?"

"Celion, sir," the nun replied 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 of [Free City] quickly walked out of the room.

Looking at that pace, he really didn't look like an old man who had just whipped himself severely... He even still had 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 that had a vague smell of medicine...but it obviously didn't look like a regular prescription ointment.

At this time, the Calvinist scholar had already begun to apply ointment to the seriously injured body. Sister Selien was a little overwhelmed, but she could only follow the instructions.

Candles were lit in the study, and there seemed to be no electric lights here... In the dim light, the two of them worked together and spent more than half an hour to apply the ointment.

Although she didn't know the origin of these ointments, when Sister Selien saw that the seriously injured person was unconscious, but her eyebrows showed pain all the way, she gradually relaxed, and she had to secretly say something magical.

"Sister Celine." Scholar Calvin 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 have to be prepared... Some things, once you know them, will be difficult to look back. 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 Miss Sister'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 and said, "Remember, don't tell anyone, including Asaches."

Sister Selien nodded silently... She quickly glanced at the seriously injured person, then turned around and walked resolutely toward the door.

"Wait, Celine?" Scholar Calvin suddenly stopped.

Sister Celine turned around.

I saw the Calvin scholar frowning, and the eyes staring at her changed, "I remember... Selien, you are a reserve member of the Holy Maiden, and you were the fifth place in the last class?"

"Is there...a problem?" Sister Selien 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, I am afraid you need to stay."

Sister Celine's eyes suddenly widened!

——Old man, you can't be so immoral!

——So angry!