Alex knew that Anthony's death was a landmark case.
It meant that the established events in the past were beginning to change, and the situation was gradually heating up. No one knew what terrifying thing would happen next.
This terrifying unknown was like a mass of dark clouds that wouldn't disperse, floating above the town of Guste. That gloomy and oppressive atmosphere made Alex feel suffocated for a moment.
"Is this the only case?" Alex returned to the Kruje Church and whispered to Angor, who was hiding beside him.
"Don't you already know the answer?" Angor asked.
The second day after Anthony's death, Gooste was still shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.
When Alex got up, he found that Father Bollenlang had stayed up all night in the church. His face was pale and mournful as he knelt in front of the statue of the Father, praying silently.
Seeing Alex's arrival, Father Bollenlang slowly turned his head. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to the river to read a scripture."
Father Brumlang remained silent for a moment and nodded. "Go. But Gooste isn't safe right now. Don't go too far away. Be careful."
Alex nodded and left the church under the gaze of Father Bollenlang.
What Alex didn't notice was that Father Brumlang's eyes became gloomy after Alex left. In the end, Father Brumlang sighed helplessly.
"You hinted that Father Brumlang's heart isn't on the right track. But I saw him praying for Anthony. It doesn't look fake, "Angor asked. Last night, when Alex was sleeping, Brumlang took a look around the town. When he left, he saw Father Brumlang praying in the church. When he came back in the morning, Father Brumlang was still praying silently. The sincerity felt very real to Angor.
Alex said, "As a clergyman, Father Bertram Lang is a qualified clergyman. Besides, he's very afraid of death. "
Alex didn't want to talk about other things. After all, Father Brumlang saved him and adopted him.
He didn't want to talk about Father Brumlang either.
Two hours later, Alex arrived at Mrs Connie's hut, where she lived.
Mrs. Connie was still sleeping on the bed. Her face was pale, and her eyes were in a daze. There were obvious tear stains on her cheeks. It seemed she had been crying all night.
Alex brought food and medicine, and read a passage from the Bible with Mrs Connie.
Although Alex himself did not believe in the contents of the Divine Codex at all, it was very suitable for brainwashing, or in other words, for giving hope to people at the bottom of the valley.
At last Mrs Connie's expression softened a little after the reading of the Bible.
`When can I get back to town, Alex? 'Mrs Connie could not help asking.
Alex had a hesitant look on his face. After keeping Mrs. Connie's curiosity in suspense, he said slowly, "I had some doubts when I heard what you said yesterday. But when I went back last night, I found out that something big had happened. "
Alex told Mrs. Connie about Anthony's death and Martin's disappearance.
Although Alex didn't say who was responsible for the crime, he kept leading Mrs. Connie to think of her own experience.
Mrs. Connie trembled in fear after hearing that, even though Alex did not provide a complete chain of evidence to show that Anthony's death was related to the two undead who were chasing after Mrs. Connie. But the more Mrs Connie imagined it, the more afraid she became.
"Gooste is now in a period of turbulence. It's best if you don't go back, Mrs Connie. Don't worry, I promise you in the name of God the Father that once the turbulence subsides, I will immediately bring Mrs Connie back to town."
A clergyman used the name of God the Father, so Mrs Connie naturally believed him without a doubt.
But Mrs Connie did not know that although Alex was a clergyman, it was only a glamorous outer shell. He was definitely a non-believer in his heart. What he said in the name of God the Father was actually no different from farting.
At noon, Alex returned to Guste Town with a serious look on his face.
When he stepped into Kruje Church, he was surprised to find that the church, which was usually not full, was now full. Everyone was silently praying to the statue of God the Father.
Obviously, the incidents that had happened one after another, including Rayven's, had affected the townspeople.
Before the murderer could be caught, everyone could only place their hopes on God, even if God had never shown His miracles.
Alex blended into the praying crowd without any hindrance. He stood in front of the window, closed his eyes, and chanted the teachings of God's Bible. The sunlight that shone through the window, in the mottled light and shadow, looked as holy as the son of God.
The worship made all the participants feel as if they had received salvation in their hearts.
But this salvation only lasted for less than half an hour before it was broken again.
The door of the church was suddenly pushed open, and the dim church was instantly covered by strong light. Everyone rubbed their eyes that were stung by the sunlight and looked back. A small shadow jumped into their sight.
When their eyes gradually adjusted to the light, they noticed that it was a little boy wearing an ocher-colored newsboy hat. His face was pale and panicked as he rushed toward a fat middle-aged man in the church.
The boy said something to the middle-aged man, and the man's eyes rolled up and he fainted on the ground.
The church was filled with panic and clamor.
Alex took a few steps back and hid in the shadows. Angor, who was floating in the shadows, spoke softly, "The boy is right. That man's wife and daughter are all dead."
Alex nodded. He did not hear the specific information, but he knew how to read lips. What Angor said was exactly what the boy wanted to say. Because of this, the man fainted in horror.
"Did they do it?" Alex asked.
"Probably."
Soon, the sheriff came back with news. The dead were not only the middle-aged man's wife and daughter, but also a neighbor next door. There were three people in total. Only their heads were left, and they were placed on a plate. It was horrifying just to hear about it.
There was also a lot of blood splattered at the scene, which basically confirmed that the first crime scene was at home.
After this was confirmed, the people in the church, who felt as if they had been saved by chanting God's Bible, all disappeared. Everyone's faces were pale as they trembled. With such a rampant killing spree, no one knew if they would become the next victim of this serial killer.
Everyone was anxious. Some of them even lived alone and did not dare to go home at this time. Even though the sun was shining brightly outside, they still felt chilly.
The sheriff had to send a team of knights to take them away from the church.
Alex followed the knights out of the door. He planned to check out the scene of the death.
Before he left, he looked back at the empty church and noticed that Father Brumlang, who was standing at the front of the group, had a terrible look on his face.
Later that night, Alex went to the top of the church and stood on the watchtower.
This was not only the highest point of Kruje Church, but also the highest point of the entire town.
Facing the chilly night wind, Alex looked at the low buildings around him. Because there were no night lights, most of the areas were dark. It was the best cradle for evil and murder.
This was because the consecutive murders all pointed to one thing: the pursuer might still be somewhere in Guste. Alex wanted to come here to check out the situation and see if he could catch a glimpse of them.
"Will they do it again?" Alex asked.
"As long as we don't find Mrs. Connie, the opened Pandora's Box won't close."
And it would only get worse.
While they were talking, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind them. Alex turned around and saw Father Bollenlang walking up step by step.
"Alex, were you talking to someone?" Father Brumlang was confused.
Alex shook his head. "No, I was just talking to myself."
Bolenlang looked at Alex suspiciously. Then he looked around. The watchtower was very small and couldn't hide anyone. Because of this, Bolenlang didn't ask any further. Instead, he asked, "What are you doing here so late at night?"
Alex said, "After so many murders, I've been worried sick. I couldn't sleep, so I came out for some fresh air."
Father Brumlang spoke in a low voice, "God the Father will bless the faithful and help us survive this."
He paused and continued, "The town isn't safe now. You should go back and rest, and —"
"And what?" Alex was confused.
Father Brumlang sighed and shook his head. "Nothing. Go back and rest. At least Kruje Church will be safe with God the Father's protection. "
Before Alex could say anything else, he heard a terrible scream coming from the darkness.
Alex looked back and saw the scream coming from the south side of the town.
Alex wanted to leave the watchtower and check it out. But Father Brumlang stopped him and shook his head. "Go back and rest. I'll take care of this."
Alex was silent for a moment, but still nodded in agreement.
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