Chapter 695

Fuyuki City Center Street, Kotomine Church.

Dong, dong, dong...

The bell rang from the bell tower on the roof of the church, indicating it was already 6 o'clock in the morning.

Pedestrians walked in front of the church, starting their busy day.

The Kotomine Church was luxuriously decorated. The entire church covered a considerable area, with tables and chairs arranged neatly inside, and someone cleaned it regularly every day.

A young nun knelt before the cross in the church, hands clasped, praying devoutly.

"Hanna, you are always the first to pray every day. This kind of devout will will make you different from others."

An old but vigorous voice came. An old priest with white hair walked behind the nun.

The nun, who had her eyes closed, twitched her eyelids. She didn't open her eyes, just continued to pray.

Seeing this scene, the old priest Risei Kotomine smiled gently. He didn't interrupt the nun's prayer. There weren't many young people this devout nowadays. A long time later, the nun Hanna opened her eyes.

"Father Kotomine, I'm sorry, I just..."

"No need to apologize; it was I who disturbed you. You don't need to come to the church to pray within the next month. You can pray in the monastery; as long as your heart is devout enough."

"But..."

The nun Hanna was somewhat flustered.

"Fuyuki City has not been peaceful lately; pay attention to your own safety. I don't want anything to happen to a devout believer like you."

"Yes, I understand. Thank you, Father Kotomine."

The nun Hanna stood up and headed straight for the utility room. She prepared to clean the church. Although there were special people to do this, she liked to keep the church spotless; those people were always lazy.

The old priest Risei Kotomine sat on a bench in the church. His mood had been good lately; he seemed to have already seen the Holy Grail beckoning to him.

Just as the old priest was pondering while holding the Bible, footsteps came from behind him. At first, he thought it was the nun Hanna, but he soon realized something was wrong.

Risei Kotomine turned his head to look. It was a young man wearing a black trench coat. The old priest's gaze subconsciously looked at the man's hand, which was almost his habitual action recently.

Determining that the man's hand was empty and there were no traces of magical power, the old priest breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the benefit of drawing Command Spells; they could be wiped off when necessary.

Risei Kotomine didn't look at Su Xiao again. He thought Su Xiao was here to pray. The Kotomine Church was open to the public from 6 a. m. to 3 p. m. every day.

Su Xiao glanced at Risei Kotomine and sat on a bench near him.

"Father."

Su Xiao spoke, and Risei Kotomine was somewhat puzzled.

"Young man, is there anything you need?"

Risei Kotomine smiled at Su Xiao. This was his external image: upright, humble.

"Father, I want to confess."

Su Xiao subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette, hesitated for a moment, and didn't take it out.

"Confess?"

Risei Kotomine looked Su Xiao up and down, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"Come with me."

Risei Kotomine walked toward a small wooden house on the side of the church. This small wooden house was not large, and the middle was cut off by a wooden board. This was a confessional, specifically used for confession.

Su Xiao and Risei Kotomine entered the hut separately, separated by a wooden board in the middle. To facilitate the transmission of sound, there were many small holes in the middle wooden board.

Risei Kotomine cleared his throat and placed his hand on the Bible.

"Child, confess! God is listening..."

Risei Kotomine had presided over this form of confession many times and could be said to be extremely skilled in the business.

"Oh, I have killed people."

"Eh? Killed whom? Rest assured, I won't say it out."

Although he said so, the old priest had already secretly noted Su Xiao's appearance, preparing to call the police afterward.

The old priest was not a mage. Although he was proficient in Bajiquan and had a strong physique, his actual combat power was not very strong.

"Killed... many people. I can't remember the exact number."

"A rough number will do."

The old priest sighed. He had already defined Su Xiao in his heart: a young man seeking excitement.

"Rough number, a few dozen... or so."

Su Xiao used a euphemistic way of saying it, but the old priest sighed again, shaking his head somewhat helplessly. However, the old priest had professional ethics and didn't interrupt the confession.

"What method did you use?"

"Used a knife."

This time the old priest began to be helpless. He no longer cared about Su Xiao's face because there was no need to call the police. The police wouldn't arrest a young man who was talking nonsense or even had delusions.

"Continue talking about the process."

"Can do."

Su Xiao lit a cigarette and began to narrate his "killing process."

"Overall, killing people is not as difficult as imagined, nor will it cause nausea or vomiting. As long as you overcome the psychological guilt, it has no effect at all. I hold a belief: most of the time, if people don't offend me, I don't offend them."

After listening to Su Xiao's description, Risei Kotomine's expression began to change. If the other party wasn't a special professional, then the other party had indeed killed people.

However, the old priest didn't know that this was just the beginning.

In the next ten minutes, the old priest's expression became more and more wrong. Twenty minutes later, the old priest was already covered in cold sweat.

Through the small hole in the wooden board on the side, the old priest looked at the next room. If he hadn't guessed wrong, the person in the next room was extremely dangerous.

The old priest's gaze had just passed through the small hole when he discovered a pair of eyes looking at him. This scene made the old priest almost bounce off his seat.

"Just now, where were we? Right, whether I regret killing people. My answer is I don't regret it. At the same time as picking up the knife, one must have the corresponding determination. The fastest way to resolve conflict is to make one side shut up; it has always been so. However, Father Kotomine, I have answered so many of your questions, will you also answer one question for me?"

Su Xiao scratched his cheek with his finger. The high-tech mask he was wearing had a good disguise effect, but it was a bit itchy, like wearing a mask.

As for his previous confession with Risei Kotomine, most of it was nonsense. Telling the truth to a potential enemy was a brain-dead approach. As for confession, it was to find a place where he could talk to Risei Kotomine alone.

"What question?"

The old priest silently took out his mobile phone. He always had a feeling that although his physical skills were good, facing the man in the next room, he would be instantly killed. This was an intuition, so he had to contact Kirei Kotomine, his son.

"Where is Ryudoji Temple, or rather, how can one enter the current Ryudoji Temple?"

Hearing Su Xiao's question, the old priest's pupils contracted.

"Why do you want to go there? If you want to confess, you can do it here. Going there..."

The old priest's kindness appeared. He didn't want Su Xiao to go to Ryudoji Temple. That place was hell now. Even if this young man had killed people and was guilty, he shouldn't go there to suffer.

"I'll go to Ryudoji Temple to confess to the monks there; maybe it will be more effective?"

"..."

The old priest didn't make a sound. He was already speechless.

"Father."

"Eh?"

The old priest subconsciously looked at Su Xiao in the adjacent compartment.

"When I was confessing, you took out your phone. Can I take it as you wanting to call the police?"

A crimson metal armguard appeared on Su Xiao's left hand. It was just the equipment concealment ability attached to the Reincarnation Mark. After concealment, the equipment's passive ability was effective, but active skills could not be used, such as weapons, etc. After concealment, they could not be used for attacks.

Su Xiao flicked his finger, and the phone in the old priest's hand was cut into two pieces.