In an instant, with a click, a square gap appeared under the stone base of the icon, and a knife edge was used to cut open the stone wall along the gap, and inside was a stack of paper wrapped in sheepskin.

Wen Lin reached in and rubbed it, and unexpectedly took out a small silver cross.

For devout Catholics, the cross hanging around the neck cannot leave the body until death, and there is no trace of the cross around Father Carson's body.

And the cross of the old gatekeeper, who is also a catholic, was tightly clenched in his hands.

Wen Lin opened the parchment and flipped through the contents.

I read several sheets in a row, all of which were detailed information about the people in the Fangtingsi slum, until at the end, a sealed letter came into Wen Lin's eyes.

On the envelope was written, "Please open this letter when you can leave Golan without any hesitation—to Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

All the details are linked together, and all of them show that Father Carson has foreseen his own death.

But who will start?

Wen Lin had a very strong intuition in her heart that Father Carson's death must be related to her own life experience.

Aside from Vicia, only Lucches knows his background, could it be him?

The chaotic sight swept across the dusty ground, and Wen Lin walked out without saying a word.

The crowd firmly blocked by the guards became restless again. Some of them picked up a stone and threw it at Wen Lin.

Gradually, more and more people threw stones, like a rain of bullets hitting Wen Lin.

The knight raised his shield to block in front of Wen Lin, but was rejected by her faint wave.

she is facing people

The group walked, the steps were gentle and elegant, each step was very steady, and several stones were passed by.

But not a single stone could hit her.

Let the crowd vent, and when the red-eyed people regained a little calm, Wen Lin has already walked up to them.

Under Wen Lin's calm gaze, the madness and hatred faded from their faces, replaced by the unease and fear that would appear when facing a powerful person in power.

Wen Lin stared into their eyes quietly, most people harbored deep hatred for being mistreated by fate.

When the atmosphere was shrouded in silence, Wen Lin spoke, "The guards retreat to the sides,"

No one dared to move, and Hanvers even shouted, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, you can't,"

As early as when Wen Lin first came, Humphreys told her about the current situation.

Fangtings Abbey is the only pure land in the slum of Fangtings. Father Carson treats everyone in the slum equally, uses the food that is already poor to help the poor, and does his best to heal them and give Mass. Blessed.

Twenty years of consistency has made everyone in the ghetto of Fangtings begin to maintain this pure land with sincerity. Even the most ferocious fugitives will put away their hostility when they see Father Carson. .

Wen Lin, who is now regarded as a murderer, will be in unpredictable danger once she leaves the protection of the guards.

Wen Lin didn't even blink her eyes, she said again coldly, "Everyone, get out of the way,"

"I can't," Humphus rushed to Wen Lin and roared in a louder voice, his expression clearly flustered.

A little helpless and a little irritable, Wen Lin simply held the long knife, tapped the ground lightly, and jumped up and down, appearing behind the crowd.

It all happened without warning, and it seemed that Humphreys' heart skipped a beat in his throat.

The first time the guards moved closer, but it was obviously too late, Wen Lin was soon surrounded by a crowd of ragged clothes.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn. Perhaps Wen Lin's eyes were too attractive. Although everyone surrounded her, they always kept a distance of about one meter.

Holding long sticks, shovels and other weapons in their hands, they stared at Wen Lin angrily.

A scrawny child squeezed out of the crowd, looking pale and miserable,

"Why do you want to kill Father Carson? He has already been driven in here, and he will not hinder you. Those of us who were born abandoned by God will not dare to hinder the adults in anything."

This is not like what a child can say, Wen Lin's eyes fell on him, and her eyes were slightly touched.

It looked like a ten-year-old boy, with thin limbs and deeply sunken cheeks on both sides. The whole person seemed to be wrapped in a layer of skin, which was very penetrating.

But people like him, who were in a miserable situation and forced to mature prematurely by desperate circumstances, abounded in the ghetto of Fangtings.

Wen Lin squatted down slowly, her eyes were level with the little boy,

"God didn't abandon you, he let you meet Father Carson, and he let you meet me,"

"Believe it or not, I am not the murderer of Father Carson, who asked me to help you before I left last time,"

"Enough food, shelter from the wind and snow, a stable job...and a chance for you and your children to come out of here with integrity,"

"Fate is unfair to you, but there is still room for resistance,"

The surroundings fell into silence, and blue veins protruding from excitement appeared on many people's necks.

From their backgrounds, will there be a day when they will be favored by God? Because of Wen Lin's words, long-lost hope flooded out of the already numb and empty eyes.

But high-ranking nobles have always liked to play with hypocritical benevolence and morality. Someone shouted sharply, "What about Father Carson, are you trying to use a lie to make us give up investigating the cause of Father Carson's death?"

The voice sounded full of energy, Wen Lin stood up and looked towards the source of the sound.

When it first came, this was also provoking other people.

Wen Lin's eyes swept away, and he immediately lowered his head in a guilty conscience, not daring to meet Wen Lin's eyes.