Endless Debt.

Chapter 811 Restrained Justice

Chapter 811 Restrained Justice

York frowned, and looked at the vast ruins not far away. People worked hard on the ruins, cleared away the rubble, and searched for the buried corpses. Most of them were rotten and dry at this time, but people could still At first glance, this is their family.

Crying came from the ruins from time to time, and the hysterical sadness touched York's heartstrings. He wiped the cross on his chest lightly, and bowed his head in prayer.

When York raised his head again, he noticed that the ruins were suddenly full of people. Everyone seemed to be discussing something constantly, and could vaguely hear shouts.

Afraid of causing riots, York strode over to maintain order. When he squeezed through the crowd, he saw a sad woman crying bitterly while holding a corpse that had begun to rot.

Such tragedies have become commonplace in Greystone Town after the disaster, and York didn't understand why this time it caused riots.

"Father...Father York..."

Seeing York, the woman called York's name sadly. The people around her didn't need to say anything. The woman spread her hands and completely exposed the body to York.

York knew why she was so sad.

The deceased was the woman's son, but the corpse seemed to have been desecrated, all the clothes and accessories disappeared.

York knew that before the disaster, their family was considered a wealthy family in Greystone Town, and someone took away the belongings of the deceased.

"What's going on?" York asked in a low voice to the people beside him.

"We searched here a few days ago and found no corpse, but today there was a corpse here suddenly, we dug it out, and it looked like this."

The man was the sheriff of the small town, with very little left after the disaster, and he had the same exhaustion on his face as York.

"We suspect that someone dug it up elsewhere, took all of its money, and buried it here."

"Profanity!"

York looked angry and growled in his throat.

The disaster had caused such grief that York did not expect that someone would desecrate a corpse in such a tragedy, and even a man as refined as York felt a surge of anger at this time.

"Any clues?" York asked.

"No," the sheriff looked up at the surrounding high walls, "at night, you can't see anything clearly here."

The woman hugged the dead, crying continuously. She cursed the sinner who had desecrated the corpse in a low voice, vowing to let him experience the pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart.

York half-kneeled beside the dead man, grabbed the stiff hand, bowed his head and prayed for the dead man.

"Thank you, Father," said the woman.

"It's nothing."

After the prayer was over, York stood up again. He looked around and noticed a sneaky figure in the distance.

His vision was a little blurry, but York still recognized him, it was Jamie.

In an instant, York remembered the confession he made last night.

"I did something wrong. I got wealth that didn't belong to me from the dead."

Reminiscent of the change of Jamie's clothes, the incident is already very clear, it was Jamie who did it.

York suppressed his anger, crossed the crowd, and strode towards Jamie. Jamie also noticed York's arrival. His expression was a little flustered, but he calmed down quickly, followed by a strange smile. meaning.

Jamie was always like this, standing in the shadows of the alley, smiling like this to the people in the street, and they said he was like a poisonous snake with a letter.

"Did you do it?" York said in a low voice.

There was a flash of panic in Jamie's eyes, but he soon calmed down, "What do you mean? Father."

"Don't play dumb, you did it, didn't you?"

York grabbed Jamie's hand. Jamie's fingertips were wearing a silver ring, and dark red blood stains could still be seen in the gaps in the pattern.

Jamie broke free from York's hand and took a step back, more shadows fell on him.

"Are you accusing me, Father," said Jamie without flinching, "you need evidence."

"The evidence is your confession to me last night!"

York approached again. He thought that Jamie had become a man again, but in the end he never looked back on the dark road.

"Repent? Have I confessed to you?" Jamie asked back, "If I have confessed to you... how do you know that the one who confessed is me?"

York was at a loss for words for a while, and the rising anger also cooled down a bit. According to the doctrine, when listening to the confession, the priest must protect the privacy of the confessor. Even if he knows who the other party is, he must pretend not to know. In the darkness, York did not see Jamie's face at all.

"I don't cover criminals," York said.

"You accuse me of being a criminal, what about the evidence?"

Jamie had a tough attitude, "Someone confessed a few words to you in the middle of the night, and you suspect that that person is me, and you suspect that I did all of this, priest, you can't slander an innocent person."

York didn't know what to say for a while, just like what Jamie said, he really didn't have direct evidence to prove Jamie's crime, and the only thing that counted as testimony was his confession to himself.

"Are you going to tell me... no, tell others about that person's confession to you, so that others can judge?"

Jamie pursued the victory, "Before there is no established fact, wouldn't this violate your beliefs?"

York's face was livid, and he said nothing, while the smile on Jamie's face was even wider. He raised his hand and hit the cross on York's chest.

"Remember your oath, Father."

After Jamie finished speaking, he turned and left. York looked at his back and said loudly, "You actually have regrets, don't you?"

In a certain moment, Jamie must have regretted it, otherwise he would not ask himself to repent, but this repentance failed to overcome the greedy desire.

The leaving figure of Jamie paused, he turned his head and shook his head, "I don't understand what you're talking about, Father, you know, I don't believe in God."

There was a pause in the words, and Jamie continued as if mocking.

"Justice is always tied."

Jamie disappeared at the end of the alley, York turned his back to the ruins, clenched his fists, the woman's crying lingered in his ears, and refused to let go for a long time.

York suddenly felt very confused. He knew that Jamie did this, but he couldn't correct him due to reasons such as faith. Even the wise priest couldn't help but become at a loss and at a loss.

Over the next few days, more and more bodies were found in the rubble, stripped of their belongings like the previous bodies, and people were outraged at the desecration of the bodies. An investigation was launched within a short period of time without any progress.

Greystone Town had too many problems to face at this time, and the crime of desecrating a corpse seemed unimportant.

York had thought about telling the sheriff, but it was about Jamie’s confession, just like what Jamie said, York had no evidence to directly prove that Jamie committed a crime, not to mention, he couldn’t conclude that the confessor was Jamie, he Can only keep secret.

Looking at the sad faces and desecrated corpses, pain grew in the bottom of York's heart. He knelt in front of the god statue, in great pain.

"what should I do?"

York prayed to the god, but the cold god didn't respond.

In the summary of teachings, confession is absolutely private in nature, involving a person's morality and personal privacy, and priests should not disclose the content of confession, which is a basic ethical principle.

York fell into the contradiction of ethics and morality. He felt pain and confusion because of his own beliefs and moral responsibilities.

"I need to make him confess," York murmured, "I want to convert him."

In such a predicament, the only way York can think of is to warm Jamie, make him realize his mistake, and surrender to the sheriff.

York believes that he can succeed, and he also believes that there must be some kindness in Jamie's heart, otherwise he will not confess to himself, even if he himself denies it.

"God, please help me."

York said piously.

……

Under the thick night, the lights of Greystone Town have long since dissipated, only the lonely streets and the heavy atmosphere on the ruins, the towering cliffs cover all the light, and the darkness can't be seen.

The light rain pattered on the ruins, making a crisp sound, and the atmosphere became more gloomy and desolate.

The ruins were barren and devastated. Some abandoned houses collapsed to the ground, exuding a strong smell of decay. Jamie bowed in the darkness, silently dragging the corpses, stuffing them under the ruins, and reburying them. .

The truth of the matter was similar to what the sheriff had guessed. Jamie found these corpses elsewhere, looted their belongings, and threw them back on the ruins.

But what the sheriff didn't expect was that the truth was more brutal.

"sorry Sorry."

Jamie whispered while burying, the darkness covered the face of the corpse, but Jamie remembered his face, everyone's face.

As a thug of the casino, when the disaster happened, he escaped from the underground casino by chance, but those rich gamblers were not spared. When others were busy with rescue, Jamie secretly dug up the buried casino by himself. As the shadow of Greystone Town, most people don't know where the casino is.

For Jamie, that sad ruin is a treasure trove waiting to be mined.

"Help me, Jamie."

There was a rumbling thunder in the sky, and at the same time, a ghostly voice rang in Jamie's ears.

Jamie's movements froze for a moment, and the corpse under him seemed to come alive, grabbing Jamie's hand and begging him.

The surrounding scene changed, and Jamie returned to the excavation of the casino at that time. In the excavated mound, he saw a dying gambler. Attracted by the shiny gold coins.

For a moment, Jamie really thought about saving him.

"You are all a bunch of scum in society... Not to mention, you are already dead."

Under the despairing eyes of the other party, while hypnotizing himself, Jamie swung down the shovel and smashed his head.

Blinking, the icy chill brought by the rain awakened Jamie's gradually collapsing mind. He broke free from his memories. There was no casino in front of him, but a gray ruin.

Jamie speeded up the work at hand, and dealt with the corpses while no one was paying attention.

Just as Father York guessed, at a certain moment, Jamie was indeed overwhelmed by the guilt in his heart, and he sought the priest's confession, but in the dark confession room, when Jamie realized that once he confessed his crime, he would When he was about to lose his fortune, Jamie hesitated.

He's been wallowing in the mud for too long, and Jamie longs for a change but doesn't know how, realizing with horror that this might be his only chance.

Greed overcame guilt.

"I won't be too greedy," Gami murmured, "I just need to make enough money, I will leave here and go to a new place, I will start a new life with this money..."

Jamie felt a slight pain in his armpit. He noticed that tough black feathers were protruding from the skin. They were densely packed and connected into one piece. Jamie's mouth became a little protruding, and the flesh and blood began to turn black. , Hardened, into a sharp beak.

"Like a carrion bird."

A ghostly voice sounded behind Jamie, he turned around suddenly, and the strange hallucinations in his senses disappeared, and those illusory feathers and beaks disappeared.

He's still human, but inside he's different.

Turning around, a blurry outline in the darkness was gradually becoming clear, and Jamie could see who was coming.

It was a young male with a dignified and stern appearance, wearing a black suit and white shirt with a ruby ​​brooch inlaid on his shirt.

The face is deeply contoured, the skin is smooth as silk, and the pupils of the eyes are the same hue as the jewels in the brooch.

Vibrant crimson.

Jamie's breath stagnates, the existence of the other party is so perfect, Jamie concluded that the other party is definitely not a mortal, either a god or a devil.

The man walked towards Jamie, his movements were slow and quiet, his steps were light and elegant, and every step was very rhythmic, as if he was dancing an extremely gorgeous and beautiful dance.

Jamie's eyes gradually disintegrated, but quickly gathered together again, and he grasped the shovel vigilantly.

"Stop!"

The man stopped approaching and stood not far away with a smile.

"Who are you?" Jamie demanded.

"A traveler," the man raised his hands, palms aimed at Jamie, "don't be nervous, I have no hostility towards you."

He said, looking behind Jamie, the half-buried body, "I didn't see anything."

"Traveler?"

Jamie's breathing became short of breath, and his muscles tensed, "Are you kidding me when you come to visit Greystone Town?"

"Huh? To be precise, I'm looking for someone, a woman similar to me...have you seen her?"

The man said and took a few steps forward, trying to let Jamie see his eyes clearly, "She has the same pupils as me."

Those are ruby-like pupils. Even under the cover of night, they still exude a strange shimmer, like the light passing through crystal glass, flowing with an irresistible fascination.

When looking closely, Jamie seems to be able to see his own reflection reflected in these eyes, as if the whole world has been turned upside down by these eyes.

"Her name is Olivia Villeris."

The man continued to ask, "Have you seen her?"

Jamie was stunned for a while, and it took a few seconds for his mind to react, and he shook his head, "No, no..."

"Ok."

The man took another look at Jamie, he turned around and left without saying anything, and the moment he turned around, his dark figure disappeared as if it had directly merged with the night.

Jamie rubbed his eyes, he could no longer find the man, as if everything he experienced just now was just an illusion.

This strange encounter didn't bother Jamie for too long. He continued to get busy with the things below him, struggling to bury the corpses, which were the keys to his new life, and he didn't stop for a moment.

When daylight fell again, people found Jamie's body buried last night on the ruins that had not been cleaned up, and the sound of sad cries echoed over the town again.

People have already felt the pain of the death of the living, and now the desecration of the corpse is like a sharp knife, picking up the unhealed scars again.

The sheriff was furious and vowed to arrest the bastard, and the townspeople also cursed the guy with vicious words.

York stood in the crowd, silently praying for the dead. When he looked aside, not far away, York saw Jamie again. He was still cynical, turning a blind eye to people's sorrow.

"Jamie..."

York stepped forward, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jamie.

"Father, if you want to correct me, you'd better show actual evidence." Jamie had a smile on his face, with madness lurking in his eyes.

A sadness could not help but appear on York's face. He was witnessing Jamie's depravity with his own eyes, but he could do nothing.

"Think about how they felt, think about what you did..."

"Father, are you trying to influence me?" Jamie shook his head, "This is too ridiculous."

"I'm showing you the grace of God."

"Enze?"

Jamie suddenly approached York and whispered in his ear, "What can God's grace bring me? Food, housing? Or a new life?"

"Spiritual abundance."

"Spirit? Come on, Father, I'm having a hard time even in life. Is spiritual abundance meaningful to me?" Jamie laughed at him, "You're too self-righteous."

York was speechless for a moment, he could only say, "I know you did it."

"So what? What about the evidence?" Jamie knew that York was rigid. He was indeed a pious priest, but his fault was that he was too pious. "Are you going to tell a stranger's confession? Confessions of strangers to accuse me?"

York couldn't say anything, as Jamie said, he was too kind and pious, so he was restrained everywhere.

Seeing York's appearance, Jamie smiled, and he promised.

"Don't worry, Father, I'll get out of here sooner or later."

With that, Jamie turned and left, looking at his back, York felt the pain he had never felt before.

York, he always believed that, as a clergyman, he could not reveal the secret of anyone's confession, because it would violate his beliefs and professional ethics.

However, deep in his heart, York knew that this criminal must face the crime he committed and take legal responsibility.He knew that if he did not tell the appropriate authorities about the criminal's crimes, he would allow the criminal to escape justice.

The two conflicts almost tore York's spirit, he said to his back.

"I need your confession, Jamie."

Jamie didn't look back, as if he didn't hear.

When night fell again, Jamie picked up the shovel and started his work again.

The light rain kept falling in the dark night. They washed away the dust on the ruins, as well as the dirt and blood on the corpses. There were so many times that Jamie was already familiar with the process. He waved the shovel repeatedly, and soon Another body was dug out of the pit.

After a month of busy work, he has almost cleaned up the corpses in the underground casino, but these piled up corpses are still a bit difficult to deal with.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with Jamie, he just needs these people's money, strip off their jewelry and belongings, and then throw the corpse aside, Jamie is like a carrion bird, gnawing at their remaining wealth.

The rain poured over, and the cold and humid air poured into the lungs. During the monotonous work, Jamie thought about his future. He wanted to go to the Fengyuan Highland to have a look. It is said that the environment there is very good, and it is very suitable for starting a new life. new life……

The ruby-like pupils broke into Jamie's imagination. These days, he always thought of that mysterious man, that ghost-like guy. The man brought a very special feeling to Jamie, which could make Jamie pay attention. To describe, he can't describe a result.

It just lingered in my mind like a lingering sound.

Slight footsteps came from the rain and darkness, and Jamie turned his head vigilantly. He guessed it was the man. For some reason, Jamie was looking forward to seeing that man again.

But when he turned his head, what he saw was a golden cross shining in the darkness.

Holding a kerosene lamp, York looked at Jamie who was digging the grave, and said sadly, "I got the evidence, Jamie, do you have anything else to say?"

Jamie has no heart of repentance, and York is bound by the teachings. Under the contradiction, he only thought of this way. He wanted to catch Jamie himself, listen to his confession, and bring him to the sheriff.

Seeing York, Jamie froze in place, his fear of theocracy made him unable to even hold the shovel in his hand.

"God... Father."

Jamie's voice was full of panic, which satisfied York very much.

"Do you have anything to say? Jamie." As if winning, York strode towards Jamie.

Jamie showed a look of remorse, which made York even more happy. Before York could take the initiative to say it, Jamie said it himself.

"I confess to you, Father."

Jamie knelt down on his own initiative, with liquid running across his face, whether it was tears or rain.

"You are indeed a devout priest, until now, you still keep a secret for me," Jamie murmured, "but your piety is sometimes too extreme...it's ridiculous to be so extreme."

Just when York didn't understand why Jamie said that, Jamie realized that York was the only one coming, so he suddenly pulled out the shovel and swept it across York's ankle.

Under the severe pain, York fell directly into the mud. At the same time, Jamie got up quickly, swung the shovel, and repeatedly hit York on the head. The pain soon swallowed York's reason, and his eyes were only bloody.

Once, twice!

York's screams were covered by thunder, and the blood that sprinkled on Jamie's face was washed away by the rain. When Jamie exhausted his strength, he stopped waving, and York under him was bloody and dying. Only the cross on the chest remained, still golden.

"You are too pious, Father, and sometimes that is not a good thing."

Jamie laughed at York and kicked him into the deep hole he had just dug.

Severe pain and chills were enveloping York little by little. He felt handfuls of dirt covering his body, and the increased weight was about to crush his bones.

"It's all right, Father, your sacrifice will be the beginning of a new life for me."

"They'll find you. It might take a few days, a few months, and I'll be gone by then anyway."

"Thank you for your kindness, Father."

Jamie's voice gradually weakened, and York knew that it was the mud that was completely burying himself. When he couldn't hear anything, absolute silence filled his mind.

At the end of his life, York couldn't help crying. He didn't know why he was crying. It might be his kindness, or his ridiculous piety, or it might be nothing.

In desperation, York did not see the angel who descended into the world, nor did he see the warm kingdom of God. What was there was only coldness and numbness, and a scarlet color that gradually emerged in the absolute darkness.

Like a hallucination, York saw a man emerging from the darkness, he had a pair of charming ruby ​​eyes.

In the world after death, there is no heaven to open the door to oneself, but only the evil that is pressing every step of the way.

(End of this chapter)