311 The whereabouts of the priest are unknown

The whereabouts of the priest 311 are unknown

In the quiet town church in the United States, the quiet night is reflected in the snow in the deep night.

The thick white snow covered the whole church garden, and there was a white snow cover on the green pine trees, as if wearing a white hat. Except for the path that has been cleaned to prevent pedestrians from slipping, the rest of the garden is still white.

Father Cheng heard several believers finish their confessions and walked back to his room alone. He gently opened the door, walked into the room, and whispered, "Come out, you have been following for so long."

Before his voice fell, his hands and five fingers were like eagle's claws and grabbed behind him. He had been secretly following the man behind him. He didn't expect to find him. In a moment, his body flashed backwards, pulled the safety bolt with the pistol in his hand, and suddenly aimed at Father Cheng.

Father Cheng's body was slightly on one side, leaning away from the direction he was aiming for. He shook his hands and continued to grab his wrist, trying to grab the pistol. And the man in black who suddenly appeared, as fast as a ghost, suddenly flashed by, and the black slim robe looked particularly abrupt in the wind and snow.

It seems that although his martial arts skills are not as good as Father Cheng, he has been perfect in using a pistol. His body retreats backwards, his fingers are slightly hooked, and a bullet is shot out of the chamber, as fast as igniting in the air, scratching a trace of smoke of death. His fingers kept hooking, and with his body backwards, several bullets seemed to ignite the air to shuttle through, shooting straight at Father Cheng with a sharp edge, leaving him a chance to breathe.

Father Cheng was slightly stunned and dodged a little slowly. A few bullets crossed his side, like a sharp blade cutting his monk's robe, and the broken pieces of cloth fell to the ground in the wind. As soon as he landed, his figure had not changed again. A black hole pistol aimed at his forehead from afar. The man in black whispered, "Don't move, Father Cheng. If you move again, I'll shoot. I guarantee that you can't avoid it this time."

Cheng Jun frowned, his slightly amber eyes were very calm, and asked coldly, "Did the Luo family send you here?"

The man in black nodded. He did not refuse to answer, because he knew that Cheng Jun had no chance to escape at all. He aimed his pistol at him from afar and continued to ask, "Where are the ten gold prescriptions? The ten gold prescriptions were all lost after a fire in the north and south of the country. Is the real prescription in your hand?"

Cheng Jun looked at him, and there was a trace of sarcasm in his eyes. In his mind, Luo Hong had a stroke and did not know anything about it. So it must be Luo Qunhang who sent someone to come. He thought of letting Luo Qunhang and Xin Tian pass the hand and foot flute to his descendants. What he told them, he couldn't help but feel very funny.

He glanced at the man in black and asked softly, "Do you want ten gold squares?"

The man in black did not dare to be careless at all. His hand holding the pistol was as steady as a rock and whispered, "Go find it. I'll wait. You throw the prescription to me and tie yourself up.

With a touch of sarcasm in Father Cheng's eyes, he gently walked to the bookshelf and took out a copy of Thomas from it. Ah. Campbell's "Immediate Christ" opened the solemn hard book and took out an antique envelope from the middle, and the man's eyes in black lit up. After receiving Luo Hongcai's task, he specially went to find the information of Suxintang Shijinfang. He knew that it was a treasure handed down from generation to generation, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

He said softly and cautiously, "Put it down. Just put it on the table in front of you.

Father Cheng slowly walked to the desk and put the envelope on the table. Suddenly, he took the envelope and raised his hand and tore it. The man in black was shocked. His fingers pulled the trigger. A bullet hit Father Cheng's wrist, but Father Cheng just made a fake move and leaned down and hid under the desk to avoid the bullet.

The man in black shot empty. Father Cheng had flashed in front of him under the desk. He raised his beak with one hand like a bird's beak and brushed his face door down, and the other hand hit his wrist. His backhand wanted to hold his wrist and twist it hard.

The man in black only felt that a dark shadow flashed over, faster than lightning, and he could not avoid it. As soon as he dodged the dark shadow in front of him, his wrist with a gun was numb, and the pistol had choked to the ground.

Father Cheng held his wrist with one hand, shook it up, turned it over hard, and grabbed him.

He captured the man in black, but there was no joy in his eyes. He thought of saving Luo Qunhang first, and then helping him hold the killer, but he was still betrayed by the Luo family. The young man was plain blood, and his heart was slightly sad. He was about to tie the man in black to the side. The figure outside the door flashed. Several men in black had broken into the room, and a row of pistols were neatly pointed at Father Cheng.

His eyes were stunned. It seemed that they were bound to win. There were a lot of people. He frowned slightly and said softly, "Don't move. If you move, abolish his arm."

Those people were really a little stunned and looked a little nervous. It seemed that the original man in black was their leader.

Father Cheng twisted the man in black hard, making everyone think that he was going to be unfavorable to the man in black, but when he distracted them, he turned around and jumped out of the window behind him and disappeared in the vast night.

A dark shadow flashed, and the original man in black reflected and shouted, "Chasing, you must catch him."

The rest of the people hurriedly chased out. The man came to his senses, picked up the envelope on the desk, and looked carefully. His cold eyes gradually condensed, and there was nothing in the envelope.

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The blazing flames were burning, and the flames soared to the sky. The church in a quiet town was in a sea of fire. The surrounding residents came when they heard the news and took out the firefighting facilities at home to participate in the firefighting team, which was boiling.

In the distance, the sound of the fire brigade's cars came faintly. Maybe when they arrived, the fire could really be extinguished.

Several men in black stood in the night, looking at the swaying flames, the noisy crowd, with a sneer hanging at the corners of their mouths, turned away and gradually integrated into the darkness. They didn't catch Cheng Jun, and they didn't find the ten gold squares, so they had to burn the whole church, and there would be someone to ambush here. As long as Cheng Jun came back, he would be found immediately.

The fire burned all night. At dawn, the fire gradually went out. There was almost only a pile of ashes left in the church of the town with a long history, and many people in the rescued town cried. What made them most sad was that Father Cheng in the church disappeared out of nowhere. Thinking that Father Cheng usually saved the dead and injured in the town and tried his best to engage in the priesthood, the residents of the town were even more sad.

After dawn, an oriental man came here and saw the ruins of the town church burned down by the fire. His heart sank. He grabbed a small town resident to ask in detail and regretted that he was one step late.

Despite this, he still had to report to the boss. He made a phone call and reported softly, "BOSS, I'm a step late. The church in the town has been burned down. The whereabouts of the priest who gave Luo Qun Hanggudi in the church is unknown, and he is very likely to have been killed."

The voice of an oriental man came from the other end of the phone and said, " Stay there first, don't worry, and then slowly inquire. Be sure to find the priest and report it to me if there is any news.

The man who answered the phone hung up the phone repeatedly.

The door of the office knocked gently, and a white assistant put a document on his desk and went out respectfully.

The middle-aged man who gave the order frowned and looked at the books on the shelf. Father Cheng was missing. How could he tell him?

He is now on his shoulders. If he knew that the man was missing, he might have desperately left everything to find Father Cheng, which would delay his big event. After all, even if Father Cheng is killed, he has nothing to do with the Luo family. Why not push the boat with the water, which makes him hate the Luo family even more, and there will be less indecision in his future actions.

As for Father Cheng, he still tried his best to find it. As long as he knew the whereabouts of the priest, he would notify him.

After thinking about it, he dialed a domestic phone number. A casual and clear voice came from the other end of the mobile phone and asked hello easily and politely.

This made him know that there was someone else beside him and he couldn't talk casually.

He cleared his throat and continued, "I have found out the whereabouts of that person. You have to be mentally prepared first."

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned and continued to pretend to ask easily, "Why are you in better condition?"

His heart shook and he whispered, "The church in the small town was burned into ruins. That man should have been burned to death."

He suddenly hung up the phone, and the person who answered the phone suppressed the sudden impact of his heart. His heart was hammered hard. He was still smiling and said to the empty phone, "According to reason, the situation will improve. Don't worry, I'll give you a few more traditional Chinese medicine."

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Xiaoshu raised his head from a pile of approval documents. Since Fu Sinian answered a phone call just now, the situation was a little wrong.

When he answered the phone, he clearly had a good expression and was fine. But after putting down the phone, he looked a little absent-minded. Xiaoshu was a little worried and asked softly, "Why is there something wrong with your patient?"

Fu Sinian took a look at Xiaoshu, saw her gentle and beautiful cheeks and her eyes full of concern. He smiled and said, "Well, in fact, there is no way to cure him, but in order to make him feel better, I still want to try my best to comfort him."

Xiaoshu nodded. Not all doctors in the world coldly declare that patients are hopeless. Some benevolent doctors will try their best to help patients adjust their mood.

Xiaoshu has been a doctor. Of course, she also knows that sometimes she is helpless as a doctor. She stood up, walked to him and whispered, "Sinian, you have been tired for so long. Why don't you go back to bed early today?"

Fu Sinian looked up at her, and her amber eyes seemed to have a touch of starlight rising in the vast night sky, as bright as fireworks. He smiled and suddenly said, "Xiaoshu, you haven't had a good rest for a long time. You can't leave you here to work overtime alone. I'm going for a drink. Are you interested?