Chapter 1670 The Last Supper

A few seconds later, Ying rushed into the chapel, followed by Crow and Yasha. After they rushed in, they saw Yuan Zhisheng's footsteps and immediately looked in the direction of Yuan Zhisheng's eyes with vigilance, thinking that they had encountered some enemy. But when they saw the same scene, they all stopped, as if they were mentally shaken.

The jazz song called "What a Wonderful World" floated melodiously, but it made the chapel even more dead silent. The broken gap outside the stained glass window shone in the sunlight and fell on the high platform of the chapel. The still figure sitting behind the long dining table was reflected in the eyes of Yuan Zhisheng and the other two, just like a famous painting handed down from generation to generation.

During the Renaissance, when the guests invited by the Duke of Milan walked into the dining room of Santa Maria delle Grazie in the morning of that day, they probably felt the same way when they saw the masterpiece that spanned the ages?

"I remember that the main subject of this monastery should be cultural courses, not art courses. Are our prisoners so artistic? Wouldn't it be a pity to kill them directly if they were caught?" Crow asked.

But can this really be called art? What is the definition of art? Does art have a so-called "bottom line"? The "work" presented in front of them undoubtedly raised this question to them.

"Jesus" and the twelve "disciples" were fixed to the long table on the high platform of the chapel with iron wires piercing their bodies. Countless iron wires and iron nails fixed their limbs and made them pose in accordance with the great painting.

The crown of thorns made of iron wire on the head of the most central "Jesus" was the origin. Twelve iron wires penetrated the twelve "disciples" and kept them in a straight line. The limbs of those "disciples", even their fingers, were folded into fixed movements by the tiny iron wires, which was extremely refined.

Unsurprisingly, the actors who played "Jesus" and "disciples" were the management of this Care School. None of the twelve people escaped. The actor who played "Jesus" was the principal of Care School, and also a retired law enforcer stationed in this monastery. An elder of the Sakurai family, Hisahide Sakurai, now had his eyes gouged out, and there were two dry holes in his palms spread out on the table.

"The person who left these "works" was not a student of Care School, but the mastermind of all this." Yuan Zhisheng said.

It's obvious, and you can figure it out with a little brain. How could that group of sexually repressed hybrids have the leisure to use the bodies of dead people to make such "art" works after venting. Yuan Zhisheng could almost imagine that after the violent joy that lasted for a month ended, the door of this monastery was opened with a bang, and countless new devils fled to the mountains, leaving only one figure in Care School.

In the dark night, he cleaned up the mess made by the out-of-control hybrids one by one, and wiped out the traces of their pursuit. He placed the bodies in the right place before the second group of law enforcement officers arrived, and used steel pipes and steel wires to present the "art" he wanted to express, in order to convey some message to future generations.

"The first law enforcement officer who was murdered after arriving at the monastery should have died at the hands of the mastermind of this incident. Although the dragon blood of the out-of-control hybrids was awakened for unknown reasons, the probability of them wanting to completely kill an experienced law enforcement officer in a short period of time without combat experience is too small." Yuan Zhisheng said.

"Young Master, is this a declaration of war against us?" Crow said, "If so, the head of the family should be very happy to see this."

"Rather than a declaration of war, it's more like a provocation." Sakura said, "Provoking the authority of the family."

Yuan Zhisheng remained silent. He held the blue-gray scabbard and stared at the "work". Finally, he walked to the high platform of the chapel. As soon as he moved, Sakura, Crow and Yasha behind him quickly followed.

Yuan Zhisheng came to the blood-stained long table. On the table were not delicacies, but human meat. The glass was filled with black and smelly blood. Blood was used as wine and meat was used as bread. It was quite restored and respected the story in the Bible.

When Yuan Zhisheng looked closely at the "Jesus" wearing a crown of thorns, the crow beside him had already discovered the origin of the song. It was a radio hidden under the pulpit of the chapel, which was set to play and shut down according to the time period.

"But why this song? Does the perpetrator like old jazz?" Crow adjusted his frameless glasses and took out the tape from the radio, muttering to himself, "Shouldn't playing hymns in this environment be more in line with the tone of the work?"

He was trying to understand the other party's intentions from the perspective of the criminal.

"What a Wonderful World is a milestone work in jazz music, also known as the pop music hymn of the 20th century." Ying said, she was browsing her phone to check the information about this song, "Wikipedia says that this song tries to tell the world that as long as you are willing to give a little love and care, you will find the beauty of the world, full of hope to embrace a new life."

"A new life?" Crow nodded, roughly understood the purpose, and answered the doubt.

"Something is missing." Yuan Zhisheng suddenly said in front of the long table.

"What is missing?" Crow immediately stood up and looked at Yuan Zhisheng.

"The knife." Yuan Zhisheng said standing on the left side of the long table.

"Knife?" Crow was stunned for a moment, but Ying on the side reacted first, "The sharp knife in St. Peter's hand?"

Crow then understood what Yuan Zhisheng meant. There are many secrets hidden in the painting of the Last Supper. The most famous one is probably the sharp knife that appeared on the table. Many people believe that the knife belongs to St. Peter. When Jesus announced that someone betrayed him, the sharp knife was already drawn, ready to stab their Lord at any time. But there are also another group of people who think that the knife belongs to the Virgin Mary, because that hand is more like a woman's hand. The only woman on the table is the Virgin Mary near St. Peter.

No matter who the sharp knife belongs to, now, Yuan Zhisheng did not find the knife. He even found a purse in Judas's hand, which contained thirty eyeballs, but the knife disappeared.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly pressed his hand gently on the long table and climbed over to the back of this bloody work. This action made the other three people highly nervous. They stared at the corpses on the table. It seemed that if they made a little more noise, these long-dead things would come back to life and attack them.

Soon, they saw Yuan Zhisheng stop behind the long table for a moment, then stretched his hand to the back of "Jesus" and pulled out a dagger with a little force.

The black blood on the dagger had dried up, and the blade was still sharp. I think this is the murder weapon that killed Sakurai Hisahide, and on this knife, Yuan Zhisheng also found what he was looking for.

Ying quietly followed Yuan Zhisheng to the side, staring at the blade of the dagger, and seeing the marks engraved on it, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly, and whispered, "Young Master, this is..."

"The message conveyed to us by the fierce ghosts." Yuan Zhisheng looked at the two Chinese characters engraved on the blade and said calmly.

Yuan Zhisheng thought about a lot of things at this moment, but in the end he forced himself to gather his thoughts, held the dagger in his hand, and prepared to take it back to his family to see if he could find more clues.

He looked up at Crow and asked, "What's the matter with the singing here?"

Crow took out the radio from under the lecture and explained, "The automatic playback and looping have been scheduled for a long time. We probably just happened to run into it when it started."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded, but looking at the radio that Crow picked up out of thin air, he suddenly seemed to notice something and frowned and said, "Is the radio not plugged in?"

"No, it should be battery-powered." Crow said halfway, then suddenly reacted and looked down at the radio in his hand.

For such a long time, if the radio has been playing in a loop, the power should have been exhausted long ago, and now Crow checked the power display of the radio, it was full of power!

This only means one thing, that is, someone replaced the battery in advance before they arrived at the monastery-in addition to them, there are people wandering in this monastery! Even hiding in the dark and observing them!

"Young Master!" Before Crow could open his mouth to shout out this reasoning, a shrieking white light flew out from his side. It was the unsheathed Spider Cut, which was pulled out by Yuan Zhisheng from the blue-gray scabbard and thrown towards the door of the chapel from which they came, like a throwing knife! And there, there stood a figure in a black robe, and the golden pupils under the hat stared at the few people on the high platform, full of teasing and provocation.

Yuan Zhisheng rushed out like the wind, chasing after the black-robed figure who also fled to the corridor outside. Yasha, Crow and Sakura's golden pupils lit up at the same time, and they chased after the figure of the young master.

But at this time, the difference in bloodline was revealed. When they just jumped off the high platform, Yuan Zhisheng had already rushed to the corridor outside, pulled out the Spider Cut embedded in the wall, and chased after it like a hurricane!

Yuan Zhisheng was indeed very fast, but the mysterious man in black robe was even faster. He floated to the end of the corridor like a ghost and left the monastery. When Yuan Zhisheng rushed to the gate, the mysterious man in black robe was already standing at the door of the iron gate in the distance.

Yuan Zhisheng stopped in front of the gate of the monastery. He knew that he could not catch up with him. Outside was the deep mountains of Kobe, and he didn't know whether there were other fierce ghosts ambushing in the mountains. He could only suppress his fierce desire to attack and stare at the mysterious man in black robe from dozens of meters away.

Across the headless statue of the Virgin Mary, the mysterious man in black robe said a word to Yuan Zhisheng. After the word was conveyed, it disappeared, like black smoke, like a mirage, melting under the sunlight.

"Young Master!"

Ying and others rushed to Yuan Zhisheng's side, looked outside but did not find the shadow of the mysterious man in black robe. The veins on the heads of Crow and Yaksha were bulging, probably feeling that they were being toyed with.

"Go back to Tokyo." Yuan Zhisheng stared at the place where the mysterious man in black robe disappeared and said, "I have something important to report to the head of the family."

In his hand, the sunlight outside the monastery shone on the blade of the sharp knife. The crow and Yaksha behind him seemed to see the words engraved on the blade. The message conveyed, the expressions of both of them suddenly changed, and there was a surprise in their eyes.

Engraved on the blade was a name, a name that everyone in the current Sheqi Eight Families, or the entire world of mixed-bloods, knew.

Lin Nian.