Crossing at the same time, all nightmares start

Chapter 63: Child, you are really a little painter

"I'm sorry, Father Matthew. I just had a terrible nightmare, so I was a little hostile to you for a while."

On the way down the mountain, Soldier Cooper put one arm on Matthew's shoulder, used his body for support, and walked limpingly.

"It's okay, Cooper. You've obviously been through something bad, so it's normal to be a little cautious."

"No, I'm not crazy, and I'm not lying to you. We really encountered werewolves! They tore everyone except me to pieces!"

The soldiers suddenly became excited.

"If the captain hadn't finally detonated the gas, the consequences would have been disastrous!

No, Father, you also came out of the mountains, didn’t you see those guys?”

Having said that, there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes, and he looked at Matthew warily.

Matthew looked confused.

"Which guys? Werewolves?

Oh my God, they say that's a group of evil creatures that exist in legends, but I've never seen one.

I got lost while hiking here before. If I hadn’t met you, I don’t know how long I would have wandered in the mountains.

The most important thing now is to find a hospital as soon as possible to treat the injury on your leg, otherwise it will get infected.

How far is it now to the town at the foot of the mountain?"

Hearing this, Cooper fell silent, but the suspicion in his eyes still remained.

After a while he suddenly said.

"Father Matthew, you seem to have great strength."

"Why do you say that?"

"We've been walking for almost half an hour. You've been carrying an adult for such a long time, and you're not tired at all?"

"Haha, you discovered all this."

Matthew stopped and looked deeply at the man in front of him.

Seeing this, Cooper became nervous and quietly reached for the pistol at his waist with his right hand.

The atmosphere became a little solid for a while.

But the next moment, Matthew suddenly burst into laughter.

“Yes, as a Chinese, I do know Chinese Kung Fu!
Not to mention you being alone, even if there is another person, I can carry him down the mountain easily.

How about it, it’s awesome! "

Cooper: ???
Next, Matthew told him about his experience practicing Chinese Kung Fu as a child.

What about training in the coldest and hottest days of winter and summer? At the age of five, he ran ten kilometers every day with two buckets of water hanging on his arms.

Since childhood, he has cultivated a breath of pure innate yang energy, and has stayed away from women, not even for rewarding himself.

It took decades of hard practice to achieve the current results.

He also said that even if a brown bear came, he could kill it with one punch, let alone a werewolf.

Of course, he made all this up.

But Cooper believed it a little. After all, foreigners don’t understand these things. In their eyes, things related to a certain Eastern power are always a bit mysterious.

Later, he even took the initiative to ask about things related to practicing Chinese Kung Fu.

Matthew answered them one by one.

The time in the illusion has only passed for a few minutes in the real world, and it is still afternoon.

The two walked and talked until it got dark and a small town with only a hundred or so households finally appeared in front of them.

Although Halloween has passed, the temperature in warm California is still over ten degrees at night.

Compared to the streets in the north, it is more lively.

Even though Cooper had taken off his military uniform, the two still attracted the attention of the townspeople.

Under the guidance of a kind person, they came to the only private clinic in town.

Due to various factors, doctors in different regions have different expertise.

Doctors in some places specialize in orthopedics, some specialize in anorectal surgery, and those in North America are very experienced in treating gunshot wounds.

Cooper was quickly taken to the treatment room, while Matthew waited in a chair outside for the treatment to be completed.

There was a pair of brothers sitting on the chair next to him. The older brother had a bandage on his hand and seemed to be there to change the dressing.

The younger brother, who looked only six or seven years old, sat quietly beside his older brother, using a black marker to draw some patterns that children like on his brother's bandage.

Matthew watched boredly for a while, took out his cell phone, and found that his cell phone finally had a signal.

At this time, there were many missed calls on the mobile phone, all from Sheriff Furness.

At this time, his cell phone rang again.

Matthew walked out of the clinic and found a deserted place.

"Thank God, Father Matthew, you finally answered the phone!"

The phone was connected and Furness's excited voice came from the other end.

"I don't know what happened but I fell asleep while you were taking a shower. When I woke up, you were gone and the room was a mess, as if two teams of special forces had exchanged fire!
I've been looking for you all afternoon. If you didn't answer the phone, I would have thought you were taken away by the Night Demon!"

“Almost the same, actually.”

"Ok?"

"fine."

Matthew smacked his lips.

I briefly recounted what had just happened, omitting the details of the illusion.

This caused Sheriff Furness to marvel at it.

Having been exposed to supernatural events as a child, he quickly accepted it.

He said he would drive to the town where Matthew was to pick him up immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Matthew returned to the clinic and found that the little boy had finished his painting.

This is a comic strip.

The first painting shows a figure of a woman with two circles and two dots on her body. She is standing in front of a crib and looking around, as if searching for something.

In the second picture, a monster with a slender body and twisted branches growing on its back walked in from outside the door and appeared behind the woman.

In the third picture, the monster cuts the woman in half, peels off her skin and puts it on himself.

"What a great painting! You're really an artist. What's your name?" Matthew narrowed his eyes.

Hearing the voice, the older brother looked at his bandage in confusion and nodded with a strange expression.

The little boy who was drawing turned around and smiled shyly at him.

"Keao."

"Hello Keao, my name is Matthew."

As if infected by the boy's innocent smile, Matthew also started laughing.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because the nurse gave him a bill.

Looking at the sky-high medical bill, Matthew stuffed it back into the nurse's hands without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, I don't know the guy doing the surgery inside."

"But if you don't pay, we can't continue. Of course, you can pay in installments."

"Then let him die."

After a pleasant negotiation, the nurse finally put the bill on Cooper's account.

Just wait for him to sign after he is done.

As for whether the US military would catch this deserter because of his spending records, Matthew didn't care.

Because first of all, there must be records.

The operation was successful, and Soldier Cooper was transformed into a lovely woman and his leg was saved.

Fell asleep in the lounge.

After Cooper finished the operation, the young man with the plaster cast quickly changed the dressing. When he was about to leave, Matthew suddenly stepped forward and stopped him.

"Hello, child," Matthew said gently.

"Hello, Father." The young man stopped.

“You know, there’s no church in this town, and the environment of the hotel is not very good.

Would you mind letting a poor lost priest rest in your home for a while?"

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

"The Lord's servants will not let you suffer any harm."

Matthew took out a hundred dollars from his pocket.

"A few hours will be enough. As long as you take me back as a friend, these will be yours."

"Oh, Mr. Priest, my parents are both devout Christians. They would definitely like to see me have a priest friend."

"That's good."

Matthew handed the money to the young man with satisfaction and walked home with him.

After introduction, the young man's name was Ram, Ram Allen.