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Chapter 178 Cardinal
Chapter 178 Cardinal
Kindman posed these questions to Ronald Defoe.
Ronald Defoe remained silent.
After a night of interrogation.
Ronald Defoe finally broke down.
He tearfully confessed that he was the one who killed him.
He fired the shot.
It was his hand that pulled the trigger.
But he said that none of this was his intention.
There is a voice.
A voice from the depths of darkness.
The voice instructed him to do so.
He wanted to rebel.
He struggled to resist.
But he lost consciousness.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself holding a gun.
Parents, younger brother, younger sister, all six of them, had fallen into pools of blood.
Ronald Defoe insisted that it was all the devil's doing that tempted him.
Otherwise, how could he have done something so heinous?
Those are his parents!
Those are his own younger brother and sister!
How could he possibly want to kill them?
After hearing this, Kindeman remained silent for a long time.
No matter what he asked afterward, Ronald Defoe gave the same answer.
It's just these few sentences over and over again.
devil.
sound.
Loss of consciousness.
I woke up to find everyone dead.
Having no other option, Kindeman had to report to the bureau chief.
After listening, the bureau chief remained silent for a long time.
Then he looked up at Kindeman.
Do you think he's telling the truth?
Kindeman also fell silent.
He doesn't know the truth yet and needs more time to investigate.
The bureau chief told him to figure out the truth himself.
Let's verify whether what Ronald Defoe said is true.
The director's expression was complicated when he said this.
Firstly, the cathedral has been the subject of much controversy lately, and the director is starting to have some concerns.
Is the Dark Ages about to begin?
Why are these strange things happening one after another?
Secondly, the Ronald Defoe case is of a heinous nature and has attracted widespread attention.
The media is watching, the higher-ups are watching, and the public is watching.
We must ensure that no mistakes are made.
After hearing this, Kindeman knew who she should talk to.
So he came.
After finishing speaking, Kindeman let out a long sigh of relief.
He looked at Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan is eating braised pork.
They ate one piece after another, thoroughly enjoying their meal.
Kindeman:
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"Chen, what do you think?"
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Chen Yuan swallowed the meat in his mouth and looked up.
"What do you mean, how do you see it?"
"That case."
Kindeman panicked.
"Is what Ronald Defoe said true?"
Chen Yuan remained silent for two seconds.
Then he picked up a piece of steamed fish.
The fish meat was white and tender, dipped in sauce, and then put into my mouth.
He chewed it twice.
Then he spoke.
"who I am?"
Kindeman paused for a moment.
"You...you are a god?"
Chen Yuan:
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His speechless gaze swept over Kindeokman.
"I am human, an exorcist."
"I am not a god."
"How am I supposed to know if it's true or false if you don't bring it to see me?"
By the end, Chen Yuan's eyes were filled with disgust.
Kindeman pretended not to see it and said excitedly.
"Are you willing to help?"
"otherwise?"
"I'll bring him to see you right now!"
Kindeman got up and left.
He stopped after a few steps, turned around, and looked serious.
"Chen, are you really going to finish all this food?"
After he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled, and his face turned red, a rare occurrence for him.
Chen Yuan:
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He pushed the roast suckling pig toward him.
"Eat."
Looking at the roast suckling pig, Kindeman's eyes almost welled up with tears.
He picked up his fork, forked a piece, and put it in his mouth.
The outer skin is crispy, the meat is tender, and the juices burst in your mouth.
He almost burst into tears.
Father Iller watched this scene from the side, his expression becoming even more complicated.
He looked down at his bowl of mashed potatoes.
Then he glanced at the roast suckling pig in Kindeman's hand.
He then looked at Chen Yuan.
Finally, he silently scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it in his mouth.
The mashed potatoes were very soft.
But it doesn't smell good at all.
An hour later.
A police car pulled up in front of the church.
The screech of brakes was particularly jarring on the quiet street. The car door opened, and two police officers stepped out, flanking a young man on either side.
The young man was thin and emaciated, like a piece of dried wood.
His cheekbones were high and prominent, his eyes were sunken, and his face was covered with a messy beard that covered most of his face.
He was wearing an orange prison uniform, with handcuffs on his wrists, and he walked very slowly, as if he hadn't eaten for days.
Two police officers flanked him on either side and led him into the church.
There was another person following behind them.
A middle-aged priest dressed in black casual clothes.
His everyday clothes were different from those of ordinary priests; the material looked more luxurious, the cut was more fitted, and a purple lining was visible around the collar.
He walked with a steady gait, his chin slightly raised, his gaze sweeping from the church's portico to the ceiling, and then from the ceiling to the statues on either side, with a condescending scrutiny.
That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a worthless piece of old furniture.
Kinderman, who had been waiting in the church, stood up from the pew and waved.
"here."
His voice echoed in the empty church.
Two police officers brought the young man to him.
Just as Kindeman was about to speak, he suddenly noticed the middle-aged priest following behind him.
He froze for a moment.
"Who is this?"
Kindeman glanced at the middle-aged priest with a puzzled expression, then looked at the two police officers.
The middle-aged priest stood there with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the altar directly in front of the church, as if he hadn't heard Kindeman's question at all.
One of the officers stepped forward and answered in a low voice.
"Detective, this is the cathedral priest."
Kindeman frowned slightly.
The cathedral?
What are you doing here at this time?
The middle-aged priest finally withdrew his gaze and gave the police officer a brief, indifferent look.
There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes, as if to say, "Are you worthy to introduce me?"
Then he looked at Kindeman.
"I am Paul of the Vatican Cardinals' College."
As he said this, his chin was slightly raised, and his face showed a sense of self-righteous pride.
Kindeman paused for a moment.
Then he had a look of sudden realization.
"oh!"
He nodded.
"I understand, Father Paul."
"It's Cardinal Paul."
Paul corrected him, his tone tinged with impatience.
Cardinals have been regarded as "princes" in the Church since the 17th century, serving as the Pope's chief advisors and assistants, and working together to help the Pope manage the universal Church.
Should we call him Father?
That was an insult to him.
However, Paul wouldn't tell Kindeman any of this.
He doesn't deserve to explain to ignorant mortals.
Kindeman smiled and nodded, her expression unchanged.
"Hello, Cardinal Paul."
He paused, then asked another question.
"Is the matter concerning the Washington Diocese Cathedral settled?"
Paul:
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His expression stiffened slightly.
Then he put on a stern face and spoke in a cold tone.
The ceremony is still ongoing.
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He didn't want to continue the conversation, glancing once more at the interior of the church, then at the young man being held between the two police officers.