When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

[Rule 3: The church houses many homeless children. You need to patrol every night before bedtime to ensure all children are asleep in bed. If any are missing, you must find them before midnight and return them to their beds.]

There is only one hour left until midnight.

However, one child was suddenly missing from the orphanage's dormitory.

The young priest frowned; his photographic memory allowed him to recall what had happened just after he entered the room.

Soon, he arrived at a wooden bed in a secluded corner. This wooden bed was placed close to the corner, making it extremely difficult to find and easy to overlook.

On the bed, the pillows and blankets were neatly arranged, and in the middle of the pillows was an old Bible.

"Whose bed is this?"

Faced with the young priest's question, the children behind him looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

Sister Hilde watched everything unfold before her silently, without uttering a sound.

A little boy with a swollen head and a disproportionately large body suddenly spoke up: "Father, this bed belongs to Yahweh. His eyes are damaged; he can't see anything, and he also has hearing problems; he has difficulty hearing. He just went out, saying he was going to the toilet..."

"Yahweh? What a great name!"

The young priest's eyes lit up slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips, as if he had become interested.

This name may seem ordinary, but it has quite a history!

Yahweh is the official name for God, the Creator, and the Supreme Ruler in the Bible.

In the Bible, there is another informal name for God, the Creator, the Supreme Ruler: Jehovah.

To dare to use the title "God" as one's name inside a church,

The missing little guy had now piqued his interest.

"Father, should we send a servant to look for it?"

Sister Hilde, seeing Su Ming's interested expression, suddenly spoke up.

"No need, I have a better way."

Su Ming smiled and waved his hand, picked up the Bible from the bed, placed it in front of the silly dog, and let the silly dog ​​sniff it. When it comes to finding people, you still have to rely on professionals like the silly dog.

The idiot dog, being a hellhound, has a sense of smell that is dozens of times stronger than that of an ordinary dog.

Finding a lost little boy is a piece of cake.

Then, after sniffing the scent of the Bible, the silly dog ​​suddenly barked towards the door, drawing everyone's attention.

Suddenly, a little boy with white bandages around his eyes and dressed in rough linen appeared at the doorway. He was reaching out and touching the wall as he slowly made his way into the house.

Due to a congenital disability, he cannot see what is happening inside the room.

Even my ears can't hear much.

They could only judge the situation by feeling around with their hands.

Sister Hilde frowned, as if she wanted to say something, but Su Ming stopped her with a smile and shook his head at her.

Soon, under the strange gazes of everyone in the room, Yahweh slowly made his way to the wooden bed in the corner, climbed up little by little, arranged his pillows, covered himself with the blanket, and prepared to sleep.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, a look of panic appeared on his face, and he began to grope around on the bed as if he were looking for something.

Until Su Ming placed the Bible in his hands,

The panic on the little boy's face disappeared, and he made a weak sound towards Su Ming:

"Thank you, Father!"

"You know me?"

Su Ming wore an inscrutable smile, his eyes deep and unfathomable as he looked at the little boy in front of him.

"I could smell an unfamiliar odor in the room, and Aunt Tom from the kitchen had mentioned that a new priest would be coming today."

The little boy Yawe's voice was very weak, and his face was flushed, as if he were sick.

"What a bright child! May God bless you. Get some rest, and I'll come to see you sometime!"

"Sister Hilde, tell the kitchen staff to make him a bowl of ginger soup."

"Yes, Father."

...

"Father, are you interested in that little boy?"

"I'm interested in everything here, including you, Sister Hilde."

"Father, it's so late, you should go back and rest. I'll prepare what you want tomorrow morning!"

Goodnight, Sister Hilde.

Good night, Father.

Su Ming stood there, watching Sister Hilde carry the candle away into the distance.

As darkness enveloped him, the corridor fell silent instantly, filled with an atmosphere of terror.

With Sister Hilde's departure, the entire church seemed to be freed from its constraints, and strange changes began to occur.

The portraits and statues in the corridor seemed to come alive, staring intently at the young priest who stood there, shrouded in darkness.

A rustling, chilling sound began to emerge from the darkness.

Swah——

Suddenly, a dark and mysterious oil lamp appeared in the young priest's hand. The wick suddenly lit up, shining brightly, dispelling the darkness, and illuminating everything around it.

Suddenly, a statue of the Virgin Mary appeared behind Su Ming. Her kind and peaceful face had turned into a hideous and terrifying one, with blood dripping from her eyes and her arm reaching towards Su Ming's head.

However, perhaps due to the firelight, the hand that was about to grab Su Ming's head stopped in mid-air.

[Rule Seven: If you discover a moving statue following you while you are walking, please return to your room as soon as possible, hold a crucifix, and begin silently reciting the Bible and praying for God's protection. You may not leave the room until dawn.]

As if unaware of the strangeness behind him, Su Ming strode forward, holding the dark and mysterious oil lamp, heading towards the room.

As he left, the "Statue of the Virgin Mary" behind him began to crackle and pop, its shape twisting and moving strangely as it chased after Su Ming.

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As the young priest and Sister Hilde left, the dormitory door closed behind them.

The children obediently returned to their respective beds and began to sleep.

In a secluded corner, the little boy with the white cloth strips tied around his neck looked much better after drinking the ginger soup. He lay motionless on the wooden bed, and because of the cloth strips, it was hard to tell whether he was asleep or not.

Suddenly, as if in a dream, the little boy murmured to himself:

"You shouldn't have come, Father!"

A furtive dog suddenly raised its head from the corner, tilted its head, and sized it up for a moment.

He then slipped away with an air of indifference, as if he didn't recognize anyone.

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