Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 15 Hollis Wu
The arrival was menacing.

The one leading the group was a foreigner, still far away. Feng Xiuhu squinted his eyes to look at him. The priest robe on the foreigner was exactly the same as Luo Mengzhang's. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be the newly appointed priest.

There were many people following the priest, all wearing helmets and armor, looking very fierce. Passersby around them took the initiative to avoid them when they saw them.

Although Feng Xiuhu did not recognize this attire, the nervousness of Shunzi and others around him was enough to prove the identity of this group of people.

"Why are the Divine Guards here..." Shunzi's voice was trembling.

Feng Xiuhu's attention was not on the Divine Guards, but on Sanmazi.

Sanmazi was carried by the leading Divine Guard, his feet off the ground.

His left hand was broken at the wrist and was not bandaged. Blood had stained a large area of ​​his trouser leg, and it was bleeding as he walked.

His face was pale due to severe blood loss, and he was somewhat unconscious and could faint at any time, but Sanmazi's right hand was still tightly grasping his severed hand, never letting go.

Bang.

With a dull thud, Sanmazi was casually thrown in front of Feng Xiuhu by the Divine Guards, just like a butcher throwing an unwanted piece of rotten meat into a stinky ditch without even a glance at it.

"Are you Feng Xiaohu?" The foreigner asked with his chin raised arrogantly and his eyes lowered.

Feng Xiuhu ignored the foreigner. He squatted down in front of Sanmazi, aligned the severed hand with the wound, took out a scalpel and scraped it around with the back of the knife.

The emergence of the scalpel added some color to the eyes of foreigners.

But it doesn't seem to work.

The wound has not healed and the severed hand cannot be reattached.

Feng Xiuhu pursed his lips and thought for a while, then deftly cut a thin layer of wounds on both sides with a knife, and then reconnected the severed hand.

This time it finally worked. The edges of the two broken parts fit together perfectly without any trace.

Feng Xiuhu pinched Sanmazi's wrist and found that the bones inside were still broken, but it didn't matter, at least the skin and flesh were connected and the bones could still grow back.

"Quite clever." The foreigner smiled lightly.

"Huh~ You're quite clever~" Feng Xiuhu imitated him in a sarcastic tone.

Foreigner: "..."

Feng Xiuhu put her hands on her hips and asked him, "Do you know who I am?"

The foreigner put one hand on his chest and nodded slightly: "I already knew about this before coming here, Feng Xiaohu."

"The choirmaster who collected tribute silver from the entire Lower City and the four streets of the Lower City—I heard that you snatched it from He Da Ge through ruthless means. Of course, I think this is also a reflection of your ability."

"In my imagination, I thought you would be a fierce-looking man."

The foreigner's gaze lingered on Feng Xiuhu's face. He paused before continuing, "But you're even more unique than I thought. Nice to meet you. My name is Hollis Wu, and I'm the new priest of the Factory District Church. You can call me Master Hollis."

Hollis Wu glanced at Sanmazi and said, "As for him, perhaps you should explain it to him. Why would this person appear so stealthily near the church? Especially since Father Luo Mengzhang is missing."

Despite his inherent arrogance, Hollis Wu at least behaved politely.

Feng Xiuhu imitated him: "Nice to meet you, Father Hollis. I forgot to tell you that I changed my name. I'm Feng Xiuhu now. You can call me squad leader."

Hollis Wu stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled. "Okay, squad leader, I think we can talk alone."

Feng Xiuhu also laughed: "Then let's talk about five dollars."

Hollis Wu gestured with his hand, and Feng Xiuhu followed him forward.

The Divine Guards also wanted to follow, but Hollis Wu raised his hand to refuse.

Feng Xiuhu was not willing to be outdone. He turned around and instructed Shunzi, "Don't let the guests stand. There will be plenty of melon seeds and tea." Under the gaze of everyone, the two men gradually walked away.

……

"Mike said you were the last person to see Luo Mengzhang."

The two walked and talked.

"Who is Mike?" Feng Xiuhu asked.

Hollis Wu smiled slightly: "Oh, his real name is Qian Guangtong."

Feng Xiuhu's expression was still blank, and Hollis Wu was helpless: "It was the poor man you threatened with a knife, the deacon of the temple."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized: "Oh—I know him very well."

Hollis Wu seemed nonchalant: "What did you talk about with Luo Meng Zhang?"

Feng Xiuhu blinked. "We had some in-depth discussions about human nature. For example, he wanted to kill me, a loyal believer in the God of Mist. After I saw through his plan, I severely condemned him. Luo Meng Zhang deeply realized his mistake and promised to compensate me."

Hollis Wu echoed Feng Xiuhu's words: "I see, but he's missing."

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "It means he wants to default on his debt."

Hollis Wu curled his lips: "What if he dies?"

Feng Xiuhu nodded again: "That means he committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

"Crime?" Hollis Wu raised his eyebrows slightly. "What crime?"

Feng Xiuhu was surprised and said, "You don't know yet? As a priest of the Mist Church and a servant of the God of Mist, Luo Meng Zhang actually wanted to summon the evil god without permission."

Hollis Wu said jokingly, "If you mean the one you drew in the asylum—actually, that was my idea."

Feng Xiuhu stopped talking.

Hollis Wu chuckled softly: "Relax, my squad leader, I am not interrogating you, nor do I want to convict you. In fact, I don't like Luo Mengzhang either."

"The position of the cathedral priest should have been mine long ago, but Luo Mengzhang was better at pleasing the bishop than I am. He even took the credit for framing the asylum—which was clearly my idea."

"Why frame the asylum?"

Feng Xiuhu had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but no one around him could answer him.

Hollis Wu obviously knew the inside story.

If he was willing to say it, Feng Xiuhu would admit that he was more respectable than Luo Mengzhang.

Hollis Wu curled the corners of his lips and looked at him sideways: "I like you very much. Maybe we can get along well in the future."

Feng Xiuhu became alert: "I beat up the last man who tried to molest me."

Hollis Wu's mouth twitched, and he couldn't hold back his smile. He looked away, no longer meeting Feng Xiuhu's gaze. "You should know that the insane asylum is the President's property."

"I don't know." Feng Xiuhu said confidently - how could he know?

"Now you know." Hollis Wu glared at him fiercely, "Also, I don't like people interrupting me."

Feng Xiuhu was no pushover either, and immediately glared back, "You're telling me, but I don't understand, and you won't let me ask—if I tell you clearly, then what you said is in vain?"

After a brief blank look for a second, Hollis Wu took a deep breath and raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, squad leader, what you said makes sense. But you can wait until I finish speaking and then ask your question at the end. What do you think of this proposal?"

Feng Xiuhu thought about it and agreed.

(End of this chapter)