Mia Monastery, located at No. 32, Midrang District, has a mainly Gothic architectural style, combined with the Rococo style, which is famous for its exquisiteness, making the entire monastery majestic, sacred and solemn, yet still delicate and complex.

It is a hospital-like medical institution established by Shenting in Dongting City.

Throughout the Miya Monastery, nuns wearing black and white nun uniforms came and went.

In a room by the window located in the northeast corner of the second floor, there is an iron bed.

The room has smooth heating all year round and is as warm as spring.

Buck Horn, the Sheriff of the Kingdom's Public Security Department, now looked as pale as gold paper, his eyes were dark and sunken, his lips were bloodless, and his whole person looked extremely haggard and no longer energetic.

He leaned against the head of the bed and stared blankly at the steamy window.

The heavy snow outside the window continued to fall.

Click——

The door latch sounded, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged priest wearing gold trim and black robes with a golden cross embroidered on his chest walked in.

Behind him was a nun pushing a trolley.

"Mr. Horn, it's time for treatment."

The middle-aged pastor's voice was steady and low, as if it carried a power that could calm the violent.

This is the Lord's gospel technique, a basic divine technique belonging to the Divine Court, and an essential skill for every clergyman.

After hearing this, Buck Horn just frowned slightly, with a hint of resistance flashing in his eyes.

The entire treatment process is divided into three steps.

The first step is to induce vomiting.

The nun brought a bowl of white viscous juice. Under the gaze of the priest, Buck Horn suppressed the protests of his stomach and the disgust of his brain and drank it wholeheartedly.

"Ugh~ vomit~"

The effect of this unknown liquid was very rapid. As soon as the juice was consumed, Buck Horn's intestines and stomach began to violently resist. The specific manifestation was a large pool of green and light blue vomit flowing out of his mouth.

spit out.

The vomiting continued for about a quarter of an hour, until Buck Horn lost all strength and felt that his intestines and stomach were about to turn out. The vomiting feeling slowly subsided.

The nun silently stepped forward and removed all his vomit.

The second step is enema.

The middle-aged priest mixed the medicine with holy oil and handed it to the nun.

The nun tied Buck Horn's legs to both sides of the bed, then took off his pants...

pia～piapia……

Some indescribable objects shot out and scattered in all directions. For a moment, the whole room was filled with stench.

The middle-aged pastor frowned unconsciously and turned to look out the window.

The nun has an expressionless face and works hard without complaining.

The third step is to take holy water and apply holy oil.

Amidst the prayers of the middle-aged priest, Buck Horn drank the holy water that had been purified, and then the nun anointed his whole body with holy oil.

After the entire three-step treatment, Inspector Buck Horn was lying on the bed, dying.

"Mr. Horn, please have a good rest. We will come back in the afternoon."

Buck Horn twitched the corner of his mouth, kicked his legs, and fainted.

After leaving the door, the middle-aged priest glanced at the nun beside him who looked slightly embarrassed but still expressionless.

"Treat him for another two days. If the effect of decontamination is not obvious yet, let him bleed."

Let go of the bad blood contaminated by the unclean.

The nun nodded, picked up the dip pen, found Buck Horn's name on the written cloth, and added after it: two days later, bloodletting treatment.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged priest outside the door, Buck Horn, who had fainted, woke up instantly.

Bloodletting therapy, also known as death therapy, people who receive this therapy will die ninety-nine times.

The vomiting enema therapy had already cost him two-thirds of his life. If he was bleeding again, the outcome would basically be death.

"No, I can't go on like this. I want to leave here. Only by leaving here can I have a chance to survive and get revenge."

The surging desire to survive burst out from Buck Horn's heart.

…

In the afternoon, the middle-aged priest and the nun came to Buck Horn's ward again.

Buck Horn's body couldn't stop twitching. He couldn't stay here any longer, not even for a moment.

The urge to escape consumed all the memory in Buck Horn's brain.

After struggling for a while on the verge of death and imminent death, I finally watched the two "demons" leave.

Buck Horn lay limply on the bed, sniffing the lingering stench in the air. He felt even worse than when he was in the sewer before.

Inhale~exhale~inhale~

Buck Horn's chest rose and fell. He raised his arms with difficulty, his sleeves slid down to his arms, and he silently looked at the light green granules sprouting out from under the skin of his forearms.

Kakakaka——

The grinding of his teeth made a sound that made his gums soften. At this moment, Buckhorn's eyes were full of hatred and despair.

His body is transforming into a monster, and he is also transforming from a kingdom peace officer to an unclean one.

If he stays here, there is a possibility that he will recover, but the greater possibility is that he will die at the hands of priests and nuns before he can recover.

If he leaves here, his life will definitely be saved, but he will definitely become an unclean person.

…

There were explosions, flames, fleeing civilians, helpless cries and painful groans.

The fire reflected half of the sky in Dongting City red, and even the goose-feather heavy snow could not suppress the blazing flames.

"Buck..."

"Buck, Buck..."

"Buck——"

…

"ah!"

Buck Horn, who was lying on the hospital bed, shook violently and screamed, waking up from his nightmare.

His wife's final shrill scream was a haunting memory that could never be erased from his memory.

"I can't die, I can't die..."

Buck Horn seemed possessed, muttering as he staggered out of bed and climbed to the window.

He pressed his palms against the cold glass and stared blankly out the window at the street outside the monastery.

Not a single pedestrian could be seen on the deserted street, only the phlogiston street lamps emitting a faint light quietly illuminated an area of ​​more than ten meters in radius.

There was no wind, and the heavy snow fell like salt.

"Buck...Buck...Buck..."

With his wife's voice filling his mind, Buck Horn had tears in his eyes, his face twisted, and he banged the window with a painful expression.

On his arms covered by his sleeves, light green granulations were growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, his pupils began to gradually elongate, and the blood spots on the whites of his eyes quickly spread and eventually turned blood red.

piece.

Dongdong...dongdong...dongdong...

His heart beat like a drum, and his chest was also rising and falling violently.

Tear--

The sound of the fabric tearing was heard, and white bone spurs covered with blood emerged from his spine, piercing his clothes. At the same time, the pants on his thighs were also torn apart by the sudden growth of the leg bones.

Buck Horn looked at his blurry reflection on the window, his scarlet vertical pupils blinked twice, and his long-fingered hands with sharp nails gently stroked his completely deformed face twice.

"roar--"

He roared like a beast, clenched his fist and slammed the window.

ter——

The clear sound of glass breaking was heard.

Bang--
Chapter completed!