The car is moving;

Karen was about to take the time to sleep for a while, and as soon as he leaned his head on the window of the car, Alfred, who was driving, freed up a hand and held a pillow and handed it over:

"Master, use this."

"Where did you find it?"

"I bought it myself after I sent it to Apple Street."

Karen leaned the pillow against the car window, leaned back, and closed his eyes:

"Very comfortable."

Alfred smiled and continued to concentrate on driving.

Little John originally thought that after he uttered the word "pigsty", it would arouse Karen's interest. People who have fawned on others know that sometimes people who fawn on themselves can say a few more words to themselves. Feeling is a gift.

But Karen's flat reaction made little John a little sad.

Pavaro reached out his hand, leaned across the seat, and landed on Little John's head.

Little John only felt that his head was cold, and he subconsciously struck a spirit. He felt that this gentleman was like a dead person.

"Actually, it has a soul."

Little John asked with some confusion: "You are talking about it, who are you referring to?"

"The one you just said."

"Pigpen?"

"It's revenge."

"This…"

"You are the object of its revenge."

"I?"

"You may find it interesting to have these special abilities now, but when you become more polluted and out of control in the future, you will regret being born by your parents."

Pavaro retracted his hand on Little John's head, but Little John shivered again.

"Then I... what should I do?"

Alfred opened his mouth and said:

"You should learn to believe!"

"Faith... Which religion should I believe in?"

"Believe in the true first church!"

"Specifically...who is it?"

"Do you think you can believe if you want to believe? This church has strict review requirements for every believer!"

Today, the believers in this church are alone, plus half a cat and half a dog.

"Oh, okay." Little John didn't know how to answer the conversation.

A short period of silence;

"Mr. Alfred, can you play a song?" Pavaro asked.

"Of course, which one do you want to hear?"

"It's okay. I used to think that listening to music was a waste of time, but now I think that wasting is a kind of beauty, a very luxurious beauty."

Alfred turned on the car radio, and soon, the melody and singing flowed out. It was the song "Write a Letter to Myself in the Past" that Karen had heard.

Pavaro shrank his neck to the collar of his coat, and relaxed his body as much as possible. Of course, this was just his self-feeling relaxed, and his muscles were already stiff now.

Karen closed his eyes and said, "Do you feel it?"

Pavaro laughed and said, "Whatever I look at or listen to now can arouse feelings."

Little John interjected: "Really sensitive."

Then,

Karen continued to sleep with his eyes closed, and Pavaro continued to listen to the song.

Little John's eyes opened wide, and he sat back upright, rubbing the awkward toe of his shoe underneath.

Because of Alfred's relationship, the car radio has become a CD player, and this song has been playing in a loop.

Karen really fell asleep, he had been a little too fulfilled these few days, and he had no proper time to sleep.

Don’t know how long he slept, Karen was awakened by Alfred’s voice:

"Master, master."

Karen opened his eyes, put down the pillow, and asked while reaching out to pinch his neck:

"arrive?"

"Master, it's coming soon; well, do you look familiar with the truck in front of you?"

Karen turned to the side and looked outside from the front window of the car.

"It's a bit familiar, the advertising paper on the carriage."

"Yes, master, last time you drove, we were on our way home. There was a traffic accident in front of us. A car and a truck collided."

"Is it a company car?"

"One of the rear lights of the car is broken, and there is no time to fix it. I remember, it was a car."

"What a coincidence." Karen paused, "It's the same song."

"Master, go further to the Misu Sausage Factory. This car is in the same direction as we are now."

Karen nodded.

The sausage factory arrived, the gate was downhill on the highway, the factory door opened, the truck drove in, and another truck drove out at the same time, even at this point, the factory still seemed very busy.

"I really didn't expect that we would come directly to the door like this." Pavaro sighed.

Karen smiled and said, "This is the way my grandpa taught me."

Alfred drove directly through the gate without stopping. After driving some distance ahead, he turned the car under the road and stopped into an alley.

"squeak…"

A slightly harsh voice came;

"Hiss..." Alfred took a deep breath and said distressedly: "Well, the car has been scratched."

Little John immediately comforted: "Isn't it just a car?"

Alfred ignored him and hurriedly opened the car door and went down to check the scratches.

"..." Little John.

He doesn't know what's going on tonight. He has been trying to blend in and please him, and he has said things wrong time and time again.

Karen helped Mr. Pavaro to get out of the car, and Alfred said in distress:

"I didn't expect that there was still a telephone pole in the alley, and I had to touch up the paint."

Karen comforted: "It's okay, the car is a means of transportation."

Pu'er, who had previously slept all the way, also rode on Kevin's back at this time.

"Wow!"

"We checked here before, but we couldn't find anything abnormal. It seems that there should be a simple masking formation here."

"Let me check it out."

Alfred took out a small bag, shook out some white powder from it and sprinkled it on the ground, and then took out a few dark objects like charcoal and placed it on the powder.

These are all formation materials. When Karen left Allen Manor, Alfred, who had been practicing formations in the manor, brought out some spares.

"Is there enough material?" Karen asked.

Alfred shook his head and said, "Master, next we need to find a way to earn some coupons."

"Me and the stupid dog also need some specific materials."

Pavaro opened the mouth and said: "After receiving my salary, I can buy it through the channel of Order God. You can give the coupon to the messenger who comes to the door three times a month. He will help go to the district to buy it and bring it return."

Pu'er: "Your monthly salary is not enough to buy blood powder, how can it be enough for us?"

After speaking, Pu'er knew that he had said something wrong, and immediately said:

"Sorry, I didn't mean that."

Pavaro said: "Sometimes, I also wonder if I have chosen the wrong thing."

"You're right," Karen said.

"But, in front of my eyes, it is difficult for me to see where I am doing the right thing."

"How can you, a conscientious person like you, be wrong? As for what you said you can't see where you are doing the right thing, it's because the church is not the one who is wrong."

"I gradually understand why you say that you are the last person who wants to contact the Order of God."

"Order is order, the church is the church, and we believe in order."

Karen did not say: Order is order, and the **** of order is the **** of order;

"You see more clearly than me."

"You have done a lot deeper than me."

"I suddenly felt a little honored. After that, you can use my name and identity. Oh no, you shouldn't say that. I should be honored. The mask made by my name and identity can give you some convenience."

"Wow!"

When Kevin heard this, he screamed, his tail shook in excitement, and at the same time he squeezed his back, and motioned to Pu'er who was sitting on his back to quickly translate for himself.

"It says it's the same."

"The formation is set up, I'll test it." Alfred stood up and began to recite the mantra of Principle God;

This is a simple test formation, it is very low-level, because its only use is to sense whether there is an array operation nearby, and it can't sense a slightly more advanced formation.

The black object placed in the center of the white powder burned, and quickly extinguished, and some white smoke rose up. Alfred began to observe the trajectory of the white smoke, and finally confirmed:

"Master, the sausage factory does have a strategy."

"How do we get in?" Pavaro asked, "Shall we just break in?"

"Coincidentally, my grandpa taught me this too."

After Alfred heard this, he ran out without order.

About a quarter of an hour later, a truck drove in front of everyone. The driver who drove was dull-eyed, and it was Alfred who was sitting in the co-pilot position.

"Master, Mr. Pavaro, please get in the car. The factory is very large. It's easy to get tired when you walk in. It's still convenient to take the car."

Alfred got out of the car, walked over and opened the carriage of the truck. After opening it, Alfred was stunned.

This was a truck that was "hijacked" by Alfred as soon as it came out of the factory, but Alfred didn't have time to inspect it himself.

Karen helped Mr. Pavaro to come over, and saw bones piled up in the carriage, but not human bones, but domestic animal skeletons.

"Master, take the passenger seat," Alfred suggested.

"No trouble, I'll sit here."

I have to go through the factory door later, and there are too many people in the driver's seat, which is inconvenient.

Karen helped Pavaro into the carriage, Pavaro sat down, and Karen sat down too.

Golden Retriever jumped into the car, got down directly, and sniffed, as if he enjoyed the environment.

Little John also climbed up, his face turned pale when he came up, and he squatted there holding his knees trembling.

Pavaro said, "Do you know what supported me to keep investigating this matter?"

"You say."

"In the past few years, almost every night, I would stand by the door of my two daughters’ bedrooms for a while. I could hear them sobbing depressed. They were tortured by their illnesses and painful. As a father, I felt the same way, and I don’t even know how much. I prayed this time, hoping to transfer the pollution from the two daughters to myself.

After investigating this incident, every night when I go to bed, the cry in my ear is no longer my two daughters. I seem to hear many girls crying, they are also very painful, they are also very pitiful, among them Most people are about the same age as my daughter.

They are all ages that should have bloomed like flowers, so why should they be so devastated.

I can't sleep without investigating the matter. "

Karen closed her eyes and nodded.

"So, I want to thank you. I thought that although I hadn't finished investigating the matter, I could finally close my eyes forever. Unexpectedly, you could hear my prayers."

"Can you say something to your heart?"

"Of course, what can't you say to someone who may only have one day left?"

"I can't feel the same way as you. It may be because I have no children, or it may be because I have always been relatively indifferent."

"But you still took my survey notes from Annie. You still took me home and ‘wake up’ me, and now, even more, came here with me.

You feel that you are indifferent, but it does not affect you to do these things.

Or, you are not indifferent, but because you have always had a code of conduct that you abide by.

People with strong mobility generally don't have much leisure to take care of their rich emotions. Not only do they have no time, but they also feel that it is unnecessary. "

"I am a psychiatrist."

"I've heard of this profession, it seems to be very profitable."

"So, do I need to pay you a psychological consultation fee?"

"Oh, of course, 40 reels, no bargaining."

"Hahaha."

Karen and Pavaro both laughed.

Pu'er stretched out his paw and patted Kevin's head:

"Meow, meow." (You think it’s amazing if you look at the expression of enjoyment now? See what style is called.)

"Wang..."

Kevin was very wronged.

The truck restarted, turned around, came to the entrance of the factory building, and stopped. There seemed to be voices from outside, but soon, the truck drove again and didn't turn around. It should be Alfred who controlled the driver to pass the factory security inspection.

"The defense here is very loose." Pavaro said.

"Because it is difficult to find here," Karen said, "The real defense is on the periphery, not here."

"Is it because of today? I seem to have seen a light in one direction at night."

"Yeah." Karen replied. "They will be understaffed tonight."

The members of the Raphael family were dragged over, reduced to cannon fodder, and suffered heavy casualties;

The gang of Order God was also gathered to chase and kill the remnants of the light;

Tonight is indeed the most slack moment of defense of this plant.

"I suddenly felt that rush and directness is actually a good thing." Pavaro smiled, "Because then you don't have to think and weigh again. Not only may you lose the opportunity because of this, but after repeated weighing, you will also It is very possible that a safer and more complete method cannot be thought of."

"Yes."

"So, is this also what your grandpa taught you?"

"No." Karen shook his head, "When I am with my grandfather, I can be impulsive at will without any trade-offs, because I am not worried that I will bear the cost of failure and problems."

The truck leaned forward and began to descend. It should have entered a location similar to an underground parking lot.

Finally, the car stopped.

The car door is opened,

"Master, here you are, you can get off. The workers in this workshop just got off the night shift, and the few guards are still at the first level of the belief system."

Karen helped Mr. Pavaro out of the car, and Kevin took Karen and jumped down.

Little John continued to squat in the car, and his body began to tremble more violently.

He once came here secretly hiding in his father's car. After being discovered by his father, he even slapped himself. That was the only time his father hit him in his memory.

This time, Little John suddenly felt cold all over, as if he was falling in the ice cellar, and breathing became a little difficult.

"He shouldn't have come," Pavaro said. "This is his contaminated place."

"Pay some debts for his father, come down!"

Little John looked at Karen, then stood up with great difficulty, then turned over and got out of the truck with great difficulty. It's dodge something around fearfully;

Finally, he instinctively leaned against Karen. When he had physical contact with Karen, a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, which was what he said to Karen when he received Karen's psychotherapy:

"These words of yours shattered my pride. It turned out that I was just the idiot who likes to twist his body in the pigpen to show off his fat."

At this time, Little John's body was trembling non-stop, and he murmured:

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"Master, go here." Alfred led the way. To be precise, there was a guard leading the way, but this guard was controlled by Alfred.

In the front, there was a big sliding door. Alfred stepped forward and pulled the door open, revealing the scene inside.

Karen and others seemed to be standing on a small high platform. The front and bottom, illuminated by the dazzling light bulbs on the ceiling, was a layout exactly like a pig farm, except that in each nest, there was no pig, but an individual.

They were either pale or skinny, and they were tortured to be inhumane. No one was standing, all lying on the ground. Maybe they didn't even have the strength to stand up right now.

Many of them also noticed the movement from above, and cast their gazes, but their gazes were desperate and numb.

Below, there is a drain bucket with blood stored in it.

There is a channel-like groove behind the bucket. The groove is filled with black liquid, and there are many thrown bodies floating on it.

In the air, there was a stench with a strong stale smell.

This is a scene that makes people’s minds overturned, because you see your own kind being raised as livestock.

Karen stood there, UU reading www.uukānshu.com staring down.

At this time, Pavaro's mood has reached a critical point;

He knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and yelled angrily:

"How can they really dare to do this? How dare they? How dare they...represent order!"

Karen was about to squat down to stabilize him,

But at this time,

Mr. Pavaro stood up hard by himself, and at the same time gently pushed away Karen’s support for him;

He opened his eyes,

Looking down again,

Said very solemnly and religiously:

"According to the investigation, the evil church activities carried out in the way of killing ordinary people here have been confirmed;

According to the "Order Regulations Supplement Chapter 13, Article 1," this place is sealed up, and all church members involved will be held accountable! "