vncnus Chapter 169 There is only one truth
Chapter 169 There is only one truth
Chapter 169 There is only one truth
Father Rhine and Father Hart.
As Kindeman looked at them, several images flashed through his mind.
Yesterday morning, at the entrance of St. George's Church.
The two men followed behind Father Iller, their faces expressionless, like two guardian deities.
What are they here for?
They came to take Chen Yuan away.
A slight smile curved the corners of Kindeman's lips.
interesting.
He stood up and nodded to the two of them.
"Fathers, please have a seat."
The two sat down on the sofa.
Kindeman sat back down, took out her notebook, and turned to a new page.
"I'd like to ask, what happened yesterday afternoon after you came back from outside?"
Father Rhine opened his mouth.
He tried hard to say something; his lips moved, his tongue moved, his throat moved, but no sound came out.
The scene was both comical and eerie.
A grown man, trying his best, couldn't utter a sound.
Father Rhine looked somewhat embarrassed. He pointed to his throat, then shook his head, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Kindman looked at the archdeacon.
The archdeacon handed over paper and a pen.
Father Rhine took the pen and began to write on the paper.
He wrote very slowly, stroke by stroke, as if he were recalling something, or as if he was trying hard to control his hand from trembling.
Kindeman waited patiently.
The room was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the wall clock.
After a while, Father Rhein pushed the paper over.
Kindeman looked down.
The handwriting is a bit messy, but it's still legible.
"Yesterday afternoon, we went to St. George's Church to take care of some business."
"After I got back, around 5:30, I suddenly found that I couldn't speak. There were no warning signs beforehand."
After reading it, Kindeman looked up.
"What business do you have at St. George's Church?"
Father Rhine's expression stiffened slightly.
He glanced at Father Hart, his eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.
Father Hart nodded slightly.
Father Rhine wrote again on the paper.
I wrote this a little slower.
"Routine investigation."
Looking at those four words, Kindeman already knew what was going on.
He asked again.
"Before that, did you eat anything unusual? Or drink anything unusual?"
Father Rhine shook his head and continued writing.
"No. We came back as soon as we finished our business. We didn't eat or drink anything on the way."
Kindeman nodded.
"Did you encounter anything unusual while at St. George's Church?"
Father Rhine paused for a moment.
He glanced at Father Hart.
Then continue writing.
"No, we just brought that young priest back for investigation."
Where is he now?
Father Rhine wrote.
"He went back."
"We were conducting an investigation at the time. When he saw that we were speechless, he assumed the investigation was over and left."
"Before you lost your voice, did you experience any unusual sensations? For example, did you suddenly feel cold, or suddenly feel that something was wrong?"
Father Rhine thought for a moment, then wrote.
"No, I just suddenly couldn't speak, like someone turned off a switch."
"We were still conducting an investigation at the time."
Kindeman stared at the line of text for three seconds.
It's like someone turned off a switch.
He took a deep breath and closed his notebook.
Stand up.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Fathers. I'll go and take a look at the other places."
He nodded to the archdeacon and turned to leave.
They reached the doorway and then stopped.
I glanced back.
Father Rhein and Father Hart sat on the sofa, both looking quite unwell.
Kindeman withdrew her gaze, pushed open the door, and went out.
The corridor was quiet.
Jin Deman walked on the stone pavement, her leather shoes making a crisp "clack-clack" sound.
As he walked, he sorted through the clues in his mind.
Around 5 o'clock, Rhein and Hart returned, and then the problem arose.
Then, other priests ran into trouble...
This timeline...
He raised his head.
"Deputy Bishop, may I ask how the Church discovered that Father Chen was performing an exorcism without authorization?"
The archdeacon paused for a moment.
"You mean...that young priest at St. George's Church?"
"right."
The vice-bishop thought for a moment and then spoke.
"The church has its own inspection mechanism that can detect the priests' violations."
"I'm not entirely sure how it was discovered."
Back in the meeting room.
Kindman sat on the sofa, holding the list in his hand, his gaze fixed on the names of Rhein and Hart.
The archdeacon sat opposite him, waited a few seconds, and finally couldn't help but ask.
"Detective, have you... made any discoveries?"
Kindeman looked up.
He looked at the archdeacon's expectant face and remained silent for two seconds.
Then he spoke.
"Deacon, I know my findings are absurd, but I have to say it."
He paused.
"There is a very high probability that this incident was not caused by poisoning."
The archdeacon's expression froze.
"Not poisoning?"
His voice rose an octave.
"What is that?"
Kindeman looked at him and said, word by word.
"The cathedral has most likely been invaded by demons."
Archdeacon: "
""
His expression became quite interesting.
There was shock, confusion, disbelief, and a subtle sense of "Are you fucking kidding me?"
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.
The magnificent cathedral of the Washington Diocese was actually attacked by demons?
If word gets out, wouldn't I be incredibly embarrassed?!
The archdeacon asked, somewhat unwilling to give up.
"Detective, is your investigation result reliable?"
Kindeman stood up and walked to the window.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting dappled shadows on his face.
"Water source, no problem."
He held up one finger.
"Food, no problem."
Raise your second finger.
"The people affected develop symptoms in a progressive manner, not simultaneously."
Raise your third finger.
He turned around and looked at the archdeacon.
"After eliminating all the impossibilities, whatever remains, however incredible, is the truth."
The archdeacon remained silent.
Looking at Kindeman's serious face, he suddenly didn't know what to say.
Kindeman remembers it very clearly.
The bishop's expression was priceless when he told him the results of his investigation that day.
On that tired face, shock first appeared, eyes widened, mouth slightly agape, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
Then, disbelief sets in, brows furrow, lips droop down, and eyes convey, "You fucking kid me."
Then came confusion, a wandering gaze, and a growing doubt about life.
Finally, he picked up a pen and scribbled a line on the paper: "This matter must not be revealed to anyone."
The characters were written very large, with heavy strokes, almost piercing the paper.
Kindeman nodded, indicating that he understood.
He was then escorted out of the cathedral.
Back at the police station.
Kindeman knocked on the director's office door and recounted the investigation results in detail.