I'm also trying to survive today [Western Fantasy]

Owen couldn't help laughing at Julian's indescribable expression. Fortunately, he still remembered that it was midnight, so he deliberately lowered his voice.

The man's deep and melodious laughter was extremely magnetic, as if someone was sweeping the apex of his heart with a small brush.

Julian couldn't help being a little moved, but... the cruel fact reminded him that if he did it a few more times, he would really die...

Julian: ...don't dare move, dare not move.

He touched his nose disguisingly: "Where are you going now? Go to that pastor?"

"Hmm." Owen took the time to ask the coachman where the pastor was going, as if he was temporarily staying at an inn in a small town.

A sharp scream pierced the tranquility of the night.

Owen's expression froze, and he rushed towards the direction where the screams came from.

Julian followed quickly: "What?"

Owen narrowed his eyes: "The hotel in the town is in that direction, about the same distance as the place where the sound came from."

Julian was startled. Could it be that something happened to the pastor?

Owen was extremely fast, and a few flashes appeared in the hotel.

The owner of the hotel and the guests in the room were woken up by the screams just now. Some were still in a daze, and some had already asked loudly what happened.

The innkeeper was an elderly man with weak legs and feet. After he came out of his room, he limped and ran upstairs.

Some guests on the first floor poked their heads out of the gate curiously, and those who were more familiar with the old man were curious about something.

The old man didn't know what happened, but deduced from the screams that something was wrong, so he climbed up harder.

When Owen arrived, the old man had only climbed halfway, and suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing beside him, he looked up in astonishment, but saw nothing.

The old man shivered suddenly, thinking of some drunks bragging that they had encountered undead, they couldn't help but sweat profusely, and for a while, they didn't even dare to go upstairs.

"Are you the owner of the hotel?"

The sudden thought of the voice almost scared the poor old man into fainting, he turned his head reflexively, and saw a handsome young man slowly coming up from downstairs.

The faint candlelight cast a hazy light on his face, and the old man felt that he might have seen an angel.

"Old man?" Julian waved his hand in front of him, wondering what he was doing to scare him into a petrified state?

The old man shivered immediately, and understood that the person in front of him was a person. Judging by his clothes, he might still be a magician, so he quickly saluted respectfully: "Yes, I am the owner of the hotel."

"Do you know what happened?" Julian laughed at himself as soon as he asked this question. Seeing the old man's inconvenient appearance, it was obvious that he hadn't gone upstairs yet. His question was simply nonsense.

Without waiting for the boss to answer, he smiled and said, "Sorry, it was my mistake, let's go up and have a look first."

"Oh, oh, okay." The old man wiped the sweat from his head, and climbed upstairs with all his strength while holding on to the handrail.

Julian really wanted to help him, but seeing his nervous look that might faint at any time, he gave up, so as not to do bad things with good intentions.

Although the old man seems to be very old and his legs and feet are not very flexible, his movements are quite agile.There is a faint feeling of vigorous and resolute while walking.

Julian suspected that the old man might have been in the army in the past, and he had been in the army for a long time. Only in this way can he explain why he can maintain this habit after leaving the army.

The hotel in the small town is not big, there are only six rooms on the second floor, three rooms on the left and right sides of the corridor, and a shared bathroom at the end of the corridor.

At this time, Owen was standing in the second room on the left side of the corridor. On the ground beside him, a woman in scantily dressed clothes was lying on the ground and trembling.

"This is..." Julian glanced at the woman, and looked at Owen with a questioning look.

"She was the one who screamed just now." Owen said succinctly.

"Mary?" The old man asked in surprise when he saw the woman...or her clothes clearly by the candlelight.

"Old Chick." The woman probably finally saw an acquaintance, and rushed over, throwing herself into the old man's arms and crying loudly.

"This is... what's wrong with this?" Old Chick was suddenly at a loss as he hugged such a young woman.

"Who lives in this room?" Julian asked in a timely manner.

"Yes..." Old Chick glanced at the room, his eyes widened suddenly: "It's Pastor Adam, why... is there something wrong with Mr. Pastor?"

"Mary, what happened just now?" Old Chick tried to calm Mary down.

"The pastor named Adam has an accident." Owen didn't step in and stood at the door.

The darkness will not affect his vision in any way, not to mention that the windows in the room are open, and the moonlight outside the window is pouring in, so he can clearly see everything in the room.

"What!" Old Chick was stunned, struggling to check.

"I suggest you better not come here." Owen turned his head and glanced at him.

Old Chick paused, then said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I have served in the First Legion for 20 years, and I have seen a lot of dead people, so there is nothing I can't accept."

The opponent insisted, but Owen didn't stop him, and turned slightly to make room.

Old Chick helped Mary to the side, walked over to have a look, and almost fainted on the spot, he glared at the room, and shouted: "Who is it! Who did it! This is blasphemy! Such a person He should be burned at the stake!"

Julian also walked over, glanced inside, and immediately understood why Old Chick was so angry.

The hotel room is not too big, and there is only a single bed and a cabinet inside. At this time, the body of the pastor Adam was placed on the bed. His upper body and lower body were cut off and stuffed into in his mouth.

This obviously humiliating behavior was obviously regarded by Old Chick as an insult to the goddess.

"Private enmity?" Julian tilted his head and glanced at Owen.

Julian didn't know what kind of person this pastor Adam was, but he knew that a pastor could never represent the Church of the Holy Light.

At least from his point of view, the assailant's actions were not so much a humiliation to the goddess, but a revenge against the priest.

and……

He glanced at an organ that had been severed and stuffed into the priest's mouth, and felt the implication was obvious.Maybe it was some kind of vengeance, or maybe... this pastor Adam did something, and the victim came back.

"The possibility of personal enmity is relatively high." Owen also agrees with Julian's point of view.However, based on the clues obtained so far, it is hard to say what the specific situation is.

"What personal enmity? What do you mean? Do you think this is revenge against Pastor Adam? This is impossible! Pastor Adam is such a nice person and has such a gentle personality, he will never offend anyone." Old Chick suddenly became unhappy.

"That's not what it means." Julian explained to him: "What we mean is that this matter may not be aimed at the Church of the Holy Light, but simply aimed at Pastor Adam."

"I said that Pastor Adam is such a good person, it is impossible for him to have any enemies." Old Chick still felt very dissatisfied.

Julian said to him: "You also said that Pastor Adam is a very nice person, but if someone likes Pastor Adam but is rejected by him, how about attacking Pastor Adam out of grief and anger?"

Old Chick was dumbfounded. He couldn't tolerate others saying that Pastor Adam was bad, but Julian's speculation was really possible.

After all, he used to be a soldier of the First Legion, and he also fought with His Excellency the Prince in the South and North. He has seen a lot, and he has heard a lot about hatred because of love, and it even happened around him.

Those were his two comrades-in-arms. They fell in love with each other in the common military life. Such things are very common, and no one asked more questions, but no one thought that one of them would return home during a vacation. By chance, he married a wife at home, and kept it from his mistress in the army.

Later, his wife was about to give birth, and sent him a letter. By chance, his lover saw it. He even said that he was the eldest son of the family and had the responsibility to leave an offspring for the family. Talent is true love, and you will never abandon your lover.

Of course, the wife who got it back would not give up, and the idea was obvious, hoping to force his lover with facts so that he could hug left and right.

His lover loved him so much that he even left his family and gave up the family's inheritance rights because of him. Now that he was betrayed by his lover, he pretended to agree on the surface, and then asked to go home with his lover to meet his parents, etc. After going there, he poisoned his lover's whole family to death, cut his lover into more than a dozen pieces, stewed a pot of broth and ate it for three days, so that he could completely 'integrate' with himself and never be separated.

Because he did not return to the army for a long time, the inspector at that time sent someone to investigate, just in time for him to eat the last piece of meat of his lover, confess everything in front of the person sent by the inspector, and then committed suicide.

The incident caused quite a stir at the time and led to a wave of breakups.After all, such male lovers are really scary, especially those who have families and just want to find a temporary lover in the army to play casually. Everyone is frightened, for fear that the ones they provoke are also those who are very serious. people.

Similar things did not happen again, but Old Chick deeply remembered the experience of that year.

Because he was the unlucky soldier who was sent by the inspector to investigate, and witnessed with his own eyes the man who was once as gentle as water...and was also as gentle as water when he was eating people.

When he slowly spit out a gnawed finger bone, Old Cheek was scared to pee. Since then, he never dared to underestimate the power of emotion, and kept himself clean. He never looked at other people except his wife. one glance.

It was because of all that that Julian said that someone would kill Pastor Adam because of love and hate, and Old Chick believed it.

He sighed, looked at Julian and Owen: "Who are you?"

"We are from the Holy Light Cathedral, you can call me Owen." Owen deliberately obscured Julian's identity.

When he said this, Old Chick took Julian as a member of the Holy Light Cathedral as a matter of course.

"Are you here to investigate the strange things that happened in the church?"

"Correct."

Old Chick hesitated for a moment: "Do you want to dispose of Pastor Adam's body first?"

Julian glanced at Owen, and Owen shook his head lightly. Julian said, "Don't move for now, we still need to investigate and see if the murderer has left any clues."

Old Chick suddenly realized, and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, I almost forgot, you still need to find clues."

Julian expressed that it was understandable. Old Chick obviously had a good relationship with Adam, so he probably couldn't bear to expose his corpse here.

Owen Diary:

depressed……

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感谢在2020-03-2423:50:57~2020-03-2513:11:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 on the left and right;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of falling snow in the air; 1 bottle of listening to the rain and blowing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!