C509 Scarlet Gothic Mass
C509 Scarlet Gothic Mass
Her chestnut colored hair was flowing down to her waist. It was like silk, bringing with it huge waves. The tip of her nose was tall and straight. Her red lips were moist. Her blue-green seductive eyes were like a fairy from a fairy tale, noble, seductive, and full of mystery.
At this moment, this succubus was lazily leaning against the door, looking mischievous and shy like a young girl.
"Dear Chenchen, am I pretty?" Catherine blinked her eyes that were filled with electricity and looked at Yang Chen expectantly.
"Hiss …" Lifting his head, Yang Chen gasped and had an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "I knew it, other than you, no one else would be so reckless."
Catherine pouted her lips, walked forward and wrapped her arms around Yang Chen. Without any hesitation, she inserted Yang Chen's arm with the two lumps of fat on her chest.
"He hasn't been intimate with you for more than two years, you're too cruel. Even if he came to Europe this time, if I didn't come looking for you, you wouldn't have come looking for me in Wales." Catherine grumbled as she pulled Yang Chen into her room and closed the door.
The room's lighting seemed dim. It was unknown when some people had already carefully lit some scented candles. The soothing Liszt's piano piece was like the clear cry of a nightingale. Everything made the night seem hazy and ambiguous.
Yang Chen was not anxious to eat up the delicious food that was sent to him. Instead, he walked to the big bed in the room and gestured for Catherine to sit down.
Catherine was reluctant to let go of Yang Chen's hand. In the end, Yang Chen had no choice but to let the woman cling to him. Then, he opened his mouth and said, "You should know that there are a lot of changes between me and two years ago."
"Is it about the marriage? I know, I also know that your wife came here this time. She's in this hotel." Catherine put her head on Yang Chen's shoulder and smiled. "But I also heard from Jane that you still have a lot of women, right?"
"She's even told you this. If there's really nothing you can do about it, not only am I married, but many things that have happened to me in the past two years, especially in the past year, have greatly changed my opinion of women. I have to admit that in the days when I first met you, most women were just tools for me to play with. But now … "Whether it's you or Jane, like Ed, Wu, and Ma Qidun, I treat you as my friend, not the 'toy' that made me happy in the past …"
Yang Chen laughed at himself and said, "So, Catherine, don't be like this. You don't have to try so hard to please me. We've known each other for almost nine years. Even if you don't please me like you used to, you are still my friend and can still obtain my friendship. "
Catherine's flirtatious eyes revealed a trace of strange luster. A playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "You really have changed a lot, Chenchen."
"Hmm?" Yang Chen felt the change in Catherine's expression and said with a smile, "You look like a woman in your thirties instead of a silly little girl."
"You're really annoying, you're too young, you're too old, you're too old and too sarcastic, could it be that I'm really old?" Catherine let go of Yang Chen's hands, stood up from the side, and walked around for a circle in front of Yang Chen. Then, she leaned over and stared straight into Yang Chen's eyes, exhaling a breath of air as she said, "Chenchen, even if we're friends, I didn't say we can't go to bed, did I?"
Yang Chen didn't say anything as he shifted his gaze to Catherine's chest.
Because of the loose nightgown, Catherine was standing in a bent position with her chest hanging down. A pair of round, white, and white eyes appeared to be crowded inside the loose collar. That bottomless chasm was like a seductive abyss of crime.
"Does it look good?" Catherine asked with a smile.
Yang Chen nodded and bluntly said, "Very beautiful."
"Hehehe." Catherine couldn't stop smiling. This gesture made the soft flesh on her chest sway as if it could fall off at any time. From her collar, an enchanting fragrance also came out.
"Chenchen, did you know? Ever since my husband died, in all these years, other than you, no other man has touched them …" As Catherine said that, she suddenly sat on Yang Chen's legs and pressed her chest against Yang Chen's face, burying Yang Chen's head in her chest.
"I'm only willing to sleep with you. I'm only willing to please you and act coquettishly towards you. It's not because I need you to do so much for me, it's because this is what I like, what I want to do."
Yang Chen's entire face was buried in soft and elastic lumps of meat. It was hot and suffocating.
After a while, Yang Chen put his hands on Catherine's waist and pinched the soft flesh on her waist.
Catherine's carcass was covered with extremely nice fleshy parts. Although it looked like it was a little extra soft meat, it was a perfect addition to this age group of women's age.
"En." Catherine snorted softly. She could feel the heat from Yang Chen's hands and it was a little scorching.
Yang Chen pulled his face away from the waves. With bloodshot eyes, he looked at the beautiful noble queen in front of him and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I could have controlled it initially, but you insisted on playing with fire. Now it seems that you can't sleep tonight."
Catherine's eyes turned into a limpid spring water as her alluring body wrapped around Yang Chen's body like a weak willow in the wind. Her burning red lips lightly pursed one of Yang Chen's ears and licked it with the tip of her tongue. She breathed a little heavily and said, "Do you still remember when we first met? I want you to treat me like the me at that time …"
That soft and coquettish tone made Yang Chen feel as if a flood had erupted in his mind. Countless thoughts surged out …
"..."
Salerno, Italy.
The ancient city lay still on the coast of southern Italy, as dim and old as any other city except for the resort, the Mediterranean Sea, which faced the resort. Work, study, life, day after day, apart from city team games, draw some enthusiasm, other times, as if people do not see the future people want.
Although it was winter, the temperature of the Mediterranean Sea was so warm that the inhabitants of this place still only needed to wear relatively thin clothes, as they clattered their way through the streets.
It was the weekend, and the sloppy Italians drove numbly, looking at the lines of intersections that were too old and some of the faded traffic lights, occasionally obscured in the daylight by what color they were.
Perhaps only the Gothic churches left over from the Middle Ages, the towering spires, the flowery windows, and the various flying arches could feel the city's unending vitality.
The church of Natchez Solo, near the port, was just one of the countless churches in the city, one of the obscure Catholic churches.
Few remembered when the church was built, and the granite tablet that recorded its history had been buried in the bushes outside the church for many years, and no one remembered to dig it out.
After all, compared to the many classical churches in Italy, this one was not very eye-catching.
The most common design was a square with a pointed roof in the middle. It had a black and grey appearance, and some of the flowers had been washed by wind and frost.
At noon, the doors of the church were opened and a group of quiet-looking Italian residents walked out. There were old people, women, young people, and children.
It was Sunday, and the service was over.
After everyone had left, Priest Mariano stood in the doorway with a kind smile and watched everyone leave. He then drew a cross on his chest and said something in a low voice.
Mariano was an orphan. The old priest that adopted him had passed away at the age of 20. Since then, Mariano had inherited the hosting work of this chapel, and in the blink of an eye, he was almost 50 years old. His most precious years were dedicated to a god that never appeared.
Turning around, Mariano closed the door of the church. He was the only one in the whole hall.
The sunlight penetrated through the sparse cracks, shining through the window into the church, making the mottled walls look particularly bumpy.
The air was filled with a decaying smell. Due to the years of disrepair and the destruction of the church, the original inner structure of the church had been eroded to the outer structure. Many times, Mariano felt that the roof of the church would fall down when he was sleeping.
Mariano, who looked to be more than fifty years old, revealed a pained expression. He raised his head and looked at the cross in front of the church, his eyes exuding a sense of mania and unease.
Mariano stood in silence for a long time before returning to the podium in front of the hall. There was a long square table and on the table was a small basket of white flatbread along with half a bottle of leftover wine.
These were all left behind by the believers after the Mass, but Mariano would never waste them because he was poor and did not have the right to waste them.
Picking up the basket and wine bottle, Mariano walked towards the back of the lobby, where he lives. From when he could remember, there had been an old priest who had accompanied him for more than a dozen years, and then it had been the more than twenty years he had lived by himself until now.
After two turns, Mariano didn't enter his room. Instead, he walked towards the only guest room that was always empty.
He pushed the door open. Other than a single bed with a white blanket, there was only a table and a wooden chair.
At this moment, on the wooden chair, a woman who was wearing an overly large set of clothes that clearly did not fit her body was holding a girl around ten years old. She was quietly reading a tattered《 Old Testament》 that was placed on the table.
This was a mother and daughter that could be identified with a single glance, because both the woman and the girl had long, soul-stirring amber hair and skin as white as porcelain. Even if one were to look from the side, one would look like a fairy and one would look like an angel.
What a masterpiece of God, Mariano always thought this way, from half a month ago, when the mother and daughter pair fell outside the church and were taken in by him.
Hearing the door open, the girl turned around. Although the little girl's face was as pretty as a Barbie doll, she didn't smile. Especially when she was looking at those beautiful gem-blue eyes, which always gave people the misconception that she was wise and farsighted … It was as if she could see through everything.
"Good afternoon, Father," the little girl said crisply.
At this time, the woman turned around, although she wasn't dressed up much, her hair was messy, but it couldn't hide her noble and graceful temperament, it was just that the woman's expression was a little unruly, revealing a happy smile, "Good afternoon Father Mariano, I'm currently reading the Bible with my baby, there are a lot of things that I don't understand, can you tell us about them?"
The little girl glanced at her mother: "You should know more words than others. I can't read the Bible even at the age of thirty. I'm obviously reading it for you."
The woman playfully stuck out her tongue, reached out her hand and pinched her daughter's baby fat face, "Darling, how can you say that in front of a priest? You have to save some face for your mother, didn't I tell you many times already?"
"Let go of your hand." The girl frowned and took her mother's hand away. She lowered her voice and said in a voice that could only be heard by the woman, "You look like a mother. If I didn't discover where we were hiding earlier, we would have died half a month ago."
The woman pouted, feeling wronged. "I got it, darling. You're the smartest. Mom won't pinch your face anymore."
Seeing the mother and daughter whispering, Mariano's expression became more complicated. He stood at the door for a while and said, "Lady Catherine, I brought some bread and wine. You should be hungry."
Catherine's wronged expression was swept away as she smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Father. I am indeed very hungry. Actually, I wanted to ask what Father has to eat this morning, but I didn't dare to go out after seeing him perform Mass."
"It was something I didn't think about. I should have prepared some food first." Mariano spoke with an Italian accent in English. He smiled as he walked in front of Catherine and her daughter, placing the pastries and wine on the table.
Catherine was not polite. Facing the dry biscuit, she did not feel that it tasted bad. Instead, she picked up a piece, tore off another piece and stuffed it into the girl's mouth. "Here, ah, darling, open your mouth."
"I'll eat it myself!" The girl felt a headache from the way her mother fed her, so she took the biscuit and started to bite it herself.
Catherine bared her teeth and snorted, "So infuriating. Why are the children of other families so obedient? Only our Jane is so naughty."
"Don't push the blame onto me. Other people don't even have mothers like you." The little girl briefly glanced at her mother, and her words were crucial.
Watching the mother and daughter pair about to fall into a quarrel, Mariano coughed twice, interrupting their conversation.
"Can I ask you something, Ms. Catherine?" Mariano asked with a serious expression.
Catherine blinked and slowly nodded. "Of course, Father, please ask. But I'm not very smart. If it's an academic question, it would be more useful to ask my daughter Jane." As she spoke, she pointed at Jane who was sitting on her lap, which made the little girl feel depressed.
Mariano narrowed his eyes. With a strange expression, he reached into the big pocket of the black robe and took out a piece of paper, placing it on the table.
When Catherine and Jane saw the contents of the paper, they both fell silent. Catherine's expression was dull, while Jane's expression was solemn. Such an expression on the ten-year-old girl's face looked rather strange.
"Wanted criminal, Catherine, Jane, reward, 10 million …"
Mariano chose the most important words on the wanted poster and read it out loud. He said with a cold face, "This is the secret document I got from the regional bishop last night. You and your daughter have been secretly wanted throughout Europe. Anyone who takes you in may be implicated and those who hand you over will be rewarded with ten million pounds. "
The room instantly quieted down. Only Mariano's slightly heavy breathing made it clear that he was not calm at all.
"Father." Jane looked up at him: "Father, do you want to hand us over?"
Facing the little girl, Mariano's expression changed unpredictably, and he said: "If I can give you all the 10 million, I will do it without hesitation. However, I thought about it for an entire night. Since you are all wanted in secret, handing it over to you all would also be done in secret. A man like me, who has no one to rely on, they'll give me ten million pounds for my word. "
"You're smart, Father, and if you do that, you'll only die before we do," Jane sneered. "The best thing to do now is to pretend you don't know anything, so that we're all safe, and one day, when I get my mother's chance to go out again, you'll be our benefactor."
After listening to Jane's words, Mariano suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that he could only stagger forward and down. He stomped his feet a few times as if he had gone mad.
This sudden turn of events caused Catherine to subconsciously hug Jane tightly. On the other hand, Jane had a look of doubt on her face and was not frightened at all.
"What are you laughing at?" Jane asked.
"Poor child, although you are very smart, you are really only a child." Mariano's face sank, his eyes showed a bit of suppressed fanaticism, and said: "You are right, handing you over is indeed a very risky action. But, do you really think I don't dare!?
I've had enough! I've had enough! I've had enough of this shitty little church! I've had enough of dry pastries and shoddy wines! I've had enough of those fat pig-bishops who take my church fees all day!
God, I accompanied the old priest to serve him since I was young. I used my youth, my most precious time to accompany him! I'm almost fifty now, but I've never had a decent steak, I've never been on a trip abroad, I haven't even felt a woman's body!
No one knows who I am, no one cares what my name is, no one cares if my church will collapse! Would I suddenly die one day!
What was I doing this for the rest of my life!? Was it for the sake of dying alone in this stinking place?!
What bishop, what church, what scoundrel God! Let them go to hell! "
The hysterical roars shook the entire empty room, causing Catherine and her mother to be completely stunned.
"Scram!"
Mariano suddenly pulled Jane off Catherine's body and fell to the ground!
"Jane!" Catherine suddenly woke up and shouted that she wanted to pick Jane up, but she didn't expect that Mariano's pair of arms would hold her tightly at her waist!
Jane was thrown to the ground. She felt sore all over, and the cold wooden board made the girl feel like her body was about to break. When she saw her mother being grabbed by Mariano, she finally understood what Mariano was trying to do!
"Since there's nothing left for me to linger for, why should I not treat myself better? Since God sent a beauty like you to my side, how could I have the heart to refuse?" Mariano laughed a little out of control, the muscles on his face started to contort as he gulped down saliva, and started to bow his head towards Catherine's body …
Catherine panicked and tried her best to push Mariano away. However, she was only a woman after all. Even though Mariano had passed the prime of his stamina, he still wasn't someone she could resist.
"Let go of my mother! Are you crazy! You're a priest! How can you do this!? " Jane was finally afraid. This was the first time tears came out from the strong girl's eyes. She threw herself in front of Mariano, grabbed one of Mariano's legs and bit down on it!
"Ah!
Mariano screamed in pain and kicked!
"Bam!" 3
With that kick, the back of Jane's tiny body slammed into the table!
"Jane!"
Catherine screamed as her daughter fainted!
Mariano was too lazy to care about Jane's life. In his eyes, only the beautiful woman in front of him was his path to heaven!
"Catherine, don't reject me. You'll be my first woman. I'll treat you well. I won't tell anyone that you and your mother are here. You just need to listen to me obediently, I'll definitely …"
"No, Father, don't do this. Let me go, why are you doing this …"
Looking at Mariano's hideous expression, Catherine finally shed tears. She had never felt so powerless and panicked before. As she cried, she felt like she was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't get out no matter what. If she could, she would bite her tongue and commit suicide.
However, when she thought about her unconscious daughter who didn't know what was going on behind her, Catherine realized with a pained expression that she couldn't die that easily!
She was a mother, and she could not abandon her child!
"The priest who stole my prey will be punished by God"
Suddenly, a somewhat rough male voice was heard from outside the door.
The man's voice seemed to have the power to make people cool down. Mariano, who was about to bite onto Catherine's cheek, quivered and stopped his actions.
Catherine, on the other hand, had already given up resisting. With tears in her eyes, she looked towards the door in a daze.
He was a young man in a black suit and white shirt, dressed in a rather gentleman's attire and fashion. From his slightly youthful face, it could be seen that he was still a teenager.
The youth's appearance was very ordinary, a delicate and pretty yellow person. Aside from his exceptionally bright eyes, there was nothing special about him.
However, it was this ordinary youth that gave people an inexplicable feeling of haziness. It was as if everything they saw was not real.
"Who are you?" Father Mariano finally realized that something was wrong and asked anxiously.
The youth glanced at the unconscious girl on the ground, then looked at the disheveled white beauty, and suddenly revealed a relaxed smile. "Tsk tsk, what a beauty. No wonder even Monk Xiyang couldn't resist."
Such a frivolous, lecherous expression on a young man's face caused a huge contrast. It caused Catherine to forget to sob for a moment, and she was rendered speechless.
"Just who are you!?" However, Father Mariano was especially anxious. The other party didn't take him seriously, making him angry and fearful.
The youth walked into the room and revealed a bright smile, "ZERO, codename 13, is the killer that came to kill them."
ZERO? Assassin? Thirteen?
A series of unfamiliar terms caused Catherine and Father Mariano to not be able to react immediately.
After a long while, Father Mariano finally woke up from his daze and said, "You are an assassin?" It was a little difficult for him to believe that a well-dressed youth was an assassin.
Thirteen shrugged. "Is there a problem?"
Mariano's face revealed a trace of ridicule, "Youngster, don't think that priests can be casually tricked. You must have overheard our conversation, wanted to save them, and then made ten million pounds off the record? "Heng, if a killer like you is like this, I can also become a killer!"
Thirteen scratched the back of his head in distress. "Why don't you believe it? Do you need me to prove it to you?"
"What can you prove, you still wet behind the ears brat!" Father Mariano laughed crazily, "Stop bluffing, I'll tell you, even if you find out that I'm going to violate this woman, you are just a little brat, no one will look down on you …"
Mariano was unable to continue his sentence because his head had already been smashed into smithereens the next second …
Catherine stared dumbfoundedly at the blood that was floating in the air. Just a second ago, the youth claiming to be Thirteen just stretched out his left hand and hit Mariano's head with lightning fast speed. Then — The head exploded!
Catherine had never thought that killing people could be so straightforward and without any forewarning. He had done with his bare hands what no bullet could do.
She had never thought that the explosion of a human head would be so beautiful. Other than the thick smell of blood in the air, the bright rainbow that filled the air, and the severed neck that was spewing out blood …