48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng and Holmes arrived at the church at the fastest possible speed. The rusty copper lock on the door was obviously impossible to stop them. Holmes knocked on it with a cane... Turns out nothing happened to the lock that looked old.

Then he stepped aside, watched Zhang Heng pull out his revolver, opened a shot at the lock, and the two finally rushed into the church.

Like Father Jacob's residence, there is no one here, and the moonlight falls on the bench through colored glass, with an unknown sense of forest and silence.

“Find the entrance.” Zhang Heng spoke to Holmes and the two split up.

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At this point, Irene Adler underground also heard the movement above, and she twisted her body for a moment, but now her hands and feet are tied up, unable to move at all, and her mouth is blocked, making only a whimpering sound.

Father Jacob was standing at a wooden table praying without hearing the gunshot over his head.

But what frightens the female singer is the other person in the house, a man between the ages of 30 and 40, his skin is a little unusual compared to ordinary people, he seemed rarely to see the sun, his beard didn't look shaved for a long time, his whole body was thin, but he had a lot of muscles on his arm, he was wearing an old coat, and he was sitting by the bed right now measuring Irene with interest.

The priest seemed to know what the female singer was thinking and said, "They couldn't get in for a moment and a half. This secret room was built in the Middle Ages to keep people in the church out of the war, and even if they wanted to dig it, it wouldn't be a moment and a half to dig it. ”

The female singer finally stopped twisting when she heard the words.

This is when a pale man sitting in bed can't wait to say, “Not yet, can I do it?! ”

“Take it easy, wait a minute.” Father Jacob did not turn back.

He took a bloody leather apron from under the table and continued, “You must be curious why we chose you… it's all because of me, because of a mistake I made when I was young. ”

“Can't we just leave the story behind?” The pale-skinned man in the bed was impatient, and he moved his eyes onto the leather apron and immediately got excited.

“It won't take long,” said Father Jacob, “remember how I taught you to be polite and patient. ”

The pale-skinned man in the bed shut his mouth again, although a morbid red spot appeared on his face.

Father Jacob's voice continued, "Like I said, I made a mistake when I was 19 years old, and Father Matthew wrote to the church saying that there were not enough people on this side of Sacred Heart Church, but few priests were willing to come to the East Side at that time, and I was young and brave enough to come and help.

“I have to admit, at first I was a little bit unfit for life here, I was from a family of village gentlemen, I came to London at the age of 16, I followed Father Abelsen, we visited poor people here in the East Side, but it was completely different from living here, so at that time I was kind of bored, I wanted to go back to Father Abelsen, and I was afraid that people would think I couldn't suffer, and that's when I met a girl. ”

“Her name is Emma, but she's only been in town for a short time, she's only sixteen, because her father died and her mother ran off with another man, and she had to work in this business to support herself, but unlike other gorges, she comes to church every week to worship, that's how we met. ”

“Probably because we were about the same age, she thought I was different from the rest of the church, so she would come and talk to me from time to time, and I was also depressed at that time, and often she was comforting me instead.” Father Jacob seems to be in memory.

“Father Matthew warned me, but I didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, I felt like I was doing something good, guiding a lost soul, and I was proud of it. Until one night, she came to me again. It was late. She was beaten by a savage guest, her arm was broken by glass, and I bandaged her. When I got up, she kissed me secretly. I stood still. There was a blank space in my brain, and then she popped up. I tried to push her away, but I didn't know why but I couldn't help her. So what happened after that made sense.

“She left before dawn and left me alone, until then I realized what I had done, I regretted and embarrassed myself, I knew I had failed many people's expectations, Abelson, Father Matthew... especially myself, for whatever reason everything should not have happened that night, I wanted to fix this, since then I consciously began to alienate Emma, she came to the church a few times, I pretended not to be there, at night I locked the house, whoever knocked on the door wouldn't open, so after a while she finally disappeared from my life.

“I took a sigh of relief and thought I could get rid of it, but I didn't think it was just the beginning of a nightmare. ”

Father Jacob said here that the pale-skinned man in the bed was pressing again, "Shall we begin?” As he spoke, he touched a scalpel from under his pillow.

“Give me some more time.” Father Jacob's voice was unquestionable, so the pale man had to put the scalpel back.

“Almost a year later, I picked up a baby in front of the church, and a letter that wasn't signed, but I could tell it was Emma's letter, and she said it was our child, and there was no evidence, but somehow I believed what she said.” Father Jacob paused, repeating, "I just, believe what she said. ”

The woman singer's eyes also changed when she looked back at the pale man in bed.

Seeing Irene nodding, Father Jacob said, "Yes, he was the child, and I sent him to the orphanage, but he didn't live well there, and I helped him find a few more jobs in the hospital when he came out, but he couldn't do much longer. Father Matthew almost retired five years ago, moved to the suburbs, and I was the only one in Sacred Heart Church, and I moved him down there, and I told him about me and his mother, and I just wanted him to know who he was, but I didn't expect him to believe that his miserable life was entirely a gift from his mother. ”

“Can we start now?! Father Jacob.” The pale-skinned man in the bed has no idea how many times he hastened, and his patience is running out.

“She's yours now, and I used to keep you from calling me Father, but now you can call me Father.” Father Jacob faded.