I open a hotel in Thriller World

Chapter 215 In the Church

Qin Che took a deep breath and walked towards the church.

Lin Jing was sneaky, making sure no one noticed her, so she slipped in before Qin Che.

The church is not big or small. Just entering the door is the worship hall. Inside are rows of seats made of brown wood. In the deepest part of the hall is a statue like Jesus.

The place Qin Che watched Lin Jing go to should be the archbishop's living room.

He didn't stay long, and came directly to the confession room.

In the confessional, there are six small rooms, corresponding to the six priests.

And the priest who was explaining doubts in the confession room had a human breath.

Really a horror game.

Are they playing priests?
Qin Che walked into the confession room, and in an instant, a layer of mist covered his eyes.

The scene in the mist, filled with blood mist, a priest just said a wrong sentence, and his head was crushed by the believers who came to confess.

Qin Che came back to his senses, looked at the man behind the wooden window, and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm human too."

The man who heard the words was obviously relieved, and slowly said: "Can you please stay here for a while? Today's working hours are coming to an end."

"No problem." Qin Che said, "How many stars is this Samuel Church?"

"Two stars." The man behind the wooden window replied, "But it's much more difficult than the normal two-star scene. The player in front of me was killed by church believers just because he said a wrong sentence."

"What about the main task? Or is it simply to work here for seven days?" Qin Che asked.

The man behind the wooden window was a little vigilant: "Who are you? From the Horror Investigation Bureau?"

"It is." Qin Che said.

The people from the Horror Investigation Bureau have always wanted to pull him in. If he hadn't been infected with the Twilight Curse, maybe he would really become a glorious investigator of the Horror Investigation Bureau.

"Really?" The man's voice was a little joyful, but also crying, "Are you here to save us? There are eighteen of us, and half of us are already dead after only two days. I don’t know how to survive the remaining five days.”

"So, Samuel Church doesn't have a main mission?"

"No, just let us be priests in this shift, and listen to those ghosts pour out their confession. If we are not careful, we may die... I really can't hold on."

Hearing the man's broken voice, Qin Che sighed helplessly.

"Although I really don't want to say this, I really can't help you. If this is a scene with a main mission, I might be able to help a little bit, but this kind of work-type scene really can't help you." Qin Che said .

Could it be that he still needs to stay in the church to protect their safety at all times?
Hearing this, the man's voice became cold: "Then, is there anything you want to confess to Jesus?"

Looking at the man who suddenly changed his attitude, Qin Che shook his head helplessly. In an instant, ghost power overflowed, and the power of the fierce god suddenly filled the entire confessional.

"If I'm really a ghost, you're dead by now." Qin Che looked at the frightened man behind the wooden window, and said lightly.

"Haven't you learned it? Work-type games, you can talk as little as possible, and talk as little as possible. You are a listener, not a puzzler."

As Qin Che said, he got up and prepared to leave the confession room.

Just as he opened the curtain, the man behind the wooden window roared, "You can't save me! Why are you teaching me here!"

Qin Che sighed and walked out of the confession room.

He glanced at the hunchbacked ghost with few hairs on his head in the row behind him, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Soon, the man's screams came from the confession room.

The hunchbacked ghost walked out of the confession room with a sinister smile. His mouth was covered with blood and pieces of meat were sticking together. He had a satisfied expression on his face. Before he left, his gaze was still on Qin Che.

Qin Che glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and a cloud of black mist quietly submerged into the rickety ghost's body.

Immediately, the rickety ghost's gaze became dull, and he walked straight towards the outside of the church. After he walked out, his body fell down with a bang, turning into a cloud of black smoke and dissipating.

Soon, a few ghosts in robes came to the confession room, cleaned it up, replaced the wooden windows with new ones, and called a new priest to sit inside.

This time, Qin Che didn't go in again, but sat outside and waited quietly.

Qin Che found a comfortable position and sat on the brown bench.

There are fewer and fewer ghosts in the church, and it's time for the players in the confessional to get off work.

However, Lin Jing still did not come out of the archbishop's living room.

A priest wearing a black robe walked up to Qin Che: "Sir, we may have to close the door."

"is it?"

Qin Che looked up at the clock on the wall, it was already ten o'clock at night.

Unexpectedly, before I knew it, it was already so late?

Qin Che got up immediately and left the church.

As the door of the church closed, Qin Che stood in the distance in a daze.

So... was he deceived by Lin Jing, that yellow-haired female ghost?

Frowning, Qin Che walked to the bus stop of Samuel Church and sat down, quietly released a crow, and flew in through the open window of the church.

Archbishop's living room...

Qin Che controlled the crow to fly that way according to his memory, and before he flew very far, he saw a sneaky figure who pushed open the door of the church and slipped in.

He was wearing a black cloak with yellow patterns on it, which was exactly the same as the group of ghosts who stopped the car to check the pass.

Twilight Society!

Qin Che frowned.

Judging from his movements, it seems that he is going to the living room of the church.

The crow's pupils shrank, and immediately followed up against the ceiling.

There was only a creak, and the old wooden door of a certain room opened.

The ghost in the cloak rushed in.

The crow followed closely behind.

The lights in the room were not turned on, but it was bright.

It was filled with large and small white candles, as if some weird ritual was being performed.

In the center of the room is a human-sized cross.

On the cross was Lin Jing's painful figure.

The wrists of her hands were nailed to the almost decayed cross with black nails, and a thick chain wrapped around her neck, locking her tightly to it.

The two feet were stacked together and held together by a huge black iron nail.

On the cross, there are burning white candles.

No wonder I couldn't find this guy, it turned out he was arrested.

"This is the thief?" The cloaked ghost looked at Lin Jing's face and said coldly.

"It's her, finally made me wait." The archbishop in black robe looked fierce, "How should we deal with her?"

"Search for the soul first, the secrets of the black stone must not be discovered by the people of Wuwang City." The cloaked ghost said, and suddenly raised his hand, the black nails suddenly stretched, and the five fingers caught Lin Jing's head with a strong wind.

With a bang, five fingers sank deeply into Lin Jing's head, and black mist kept pouring into her brain.

I saw Lin Jing wailing in pain, rolling her eyes, and spitting black foul air from her mouth.

"I found it." The cloaked ghost's eyes flickered, "Fierce god? How is it possible!"

In the next moment, the figures of the archbishop and the cloaked ghost melted like clay sculptures in the heavy rain, and disappeared into the living room.

(End of this chapter)