Records Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

On Alice’s hand, a handkerchief was tied, and two bloodstains slowly spread through the handkerchief. Zach stroked Alice’s arm and led her into the church.

The creaking sound of the floor moved with the footsteps of Zach and Alice, this was a very old church. The gray-yellow wooden seat had a small amount of dried paint that has not yet fallen off. But someone walked past it, they could easily break it. Through the faded painted windows, tiny dust floated in the light, giving people a feeling that the sword-holding angel statue erected by the wall was alive.

Several nuns quickly walked past from outside the window. Zach lowered the brim and blocked the sunlight. He saw them entering the cleric’s working area behind the church. Opening and closing the door, the female caregiver and the priest disappeared from Zach’s eyes. The female caregiver was discussing the funeral arrangement with the clergy.

“So quiet.”

At the forefront, a cross as high as a person was standing in the air, the arms of the ‘God the son’ on the cross were spread out, and there was a sign of pain on the side of his face, but ‘his’ eyes looked at the sentient beings with mercy.

Below the cross, a row of lighted candles made the statue above look even more solemn.

Mrs. Quinn sat alone in front of the candles with her back to the church’s front door. She slightly raised her head and looked at the statue of God the Son that represented Atonement. Probably she had heard the two coming in, “How long has it been? I haven’t seen such a quiet church for a long time.” She said.

Zach approached the altar and lit a candle, “this place is always very quiet. Time gives it a different purpose from other churches.”

“What purpose?” Mrs. Quinn turned her head to look at Zach, who had just drawn the cross on his chest.

“Atonement. Mrs. Quinn.” Zach turned around and explained.

Quinn’s face was relieved. She nodded and looked back at the statue of God the Son.

Zach was right, most churches’ decorations would not be so solemn. The statues on the altar were mostly the cross or God the Son in the arms of the blessed virgin, and it would not be the scene of the crucifixion. After all, the story of the crucifixion of God the Son was too cruel for ordinary people.

To the east of the church was the cemetery owned by Grande Funeral Home, and to the west was the First Prison in Barton City. This kind of environment has changed the church’s purpose from giving hope to ordinary believers to guiding sinners to atonement, creating a unique atmosphere and style.

I once asked the vampire if he had the ability to reverse time and could return to this day, and to this church representing atonement, would he make different decisions to change everyone’s life trajectory? The vampire was silent for a while and smiled. He replied: “Unfortunately, I have no ability to reverse time.”

“Mrs. Quinn, I know that it might be impolite to ask, but, I want to ask, have you sinned, Mrs. Quinn?” Zach turned Mrs. Quinn’s wheelchair to face him.

Mrs. Quinn looked at the squatting Zach, her withered, wrinkled lips slightly open, “Yes, I have.”

Alice closed the door behind the altar, leaning her weak body against the slightly rotten door. Now, they didn’t want anyone to disturb them.

The light green in the eyes of the vampire disappeared and was replaced by red, “Now, Mrs. Quinn, confess your sin before God the son.”

The will was distorted, and Mrs. Quinn used her dry voice to describe a scam that lasted for two decades!

Everything started with a family scandal witnessed by a minor child! And this child was Pooky! But the young Pooky and the sudden outbreak of war buried the truth. With the influence of the war, Mr. Quinn and his wife started the charity work to help orphans and disabled soldiers, transferring the public opinion, and preserving the status and wealth of the Quinn family.

As Pooky grew up, the Quinn couple’s control of the young child became weaker. The conflicts between the grandparents and the grandson became more and more fierce. When the Quinn couples realized that they would eventually leave this world, they began to use their last resort to restrain the increasingly wild Pooky, their inheritance.

When Mrs. Quinn finished, Zach let out a sigh of relief, because strictly speaking, Mrs. Quinn was not a sinner!

“Mrs. Quinn, do you really want to leave your inheritance to Pooky?”

Mrs. Quinn was a little confused. She didn’t know why she would say this. She looked up at the statue of God the Son, perhaps it was because of the atmosphere here. However, since it had already been said, there was no need to keep it. After all, she also understood that she did not have much time. Maybe it was the last chance that God gave her that was why she could come to such a church before she died.

“Of course not! He doesn’t deserve it, I may not be a respectable person, but the business of ‘Quin’ is a respectable business. Pooky doesn’t deserve it!” Mrs. Quinn was a little angry and helpless. At least according to the current situation, Pooky would not let any lawyer approach her, which also meant that she couldn’t change her will!

“In that case, I think I can help you.” Zach smiled.

“Huh.” Mrs. Quinn snorted and she seemed to be amused by Zach’s words, “How can you help me? Do you have the qualifications to handle people’s will? You just need to delay the funeral as much as possible, that is all the help I need from you!”

Mrs. Quinn reached out her wrinkled hand as if she wanted to turn with the wheel of the wheelchair so she could continue to face the statue of God the Son. She had just confessed her ‘sin’ and now she should pray and ask for forgiveness.

Zach watched Mrs. Quinn’s movements and helped her to turn her wheelchair.

“I can help you delay it, but you don’t have much time left,” Zach said.

Mrs. Quinn finished drawing the cross, put her hands on her chest, and said lightly, “I know, maybe three days, maybe one day, maybe today.”

“Can I ask, what diseases do you and your husband have?” Zach stood beside the wheelchair and took off his gloves.

“I don’t know.” Mrs. Quinn said calmly, “At first it was just a small mole, and then it moved to the bones and internal organs. The doctor said that something is eating up our bodies. Perhaps we are being punished.”

Zach shook his head, “Mrs. Quinn, I don’t think what you did was a sin. Covering the family scandal is a human instinct. Even if this is a sin, the good deeds you and Mr. Quinn have done have already made up for it.”

“You don’t need to comfort me, this dying old lady.” Mrs. Quinn waved her hand.

“I don’t mean to comfort you, I’m telling the truth.” Zach walked to the altar. Under the waist-high stone pillar, in the white stone basin, the clear holy water could not reflect the image of the vampire.

Zach rolled up his sleeves and bit his finger with his back to Mrs. Quinn.

“For a long time, people believed that holy water could make all evil manifest.” Zach reached out and took the glass from Alice, got a glass of holy water, and rubbed the bloody finger across the edge of the glass, “If Mrs. Quinn insists that you have a sin, will you be willing to prove it?”

Zach handed the glass to Alice, and put on gloves, ignoring the unhealed wound. Why was it not healed? You will know soon.

Mrs. Quinn looked at the glass that Alice passed to her with some doubt. The holy water in it was not very clear, like diluted whiskey.

Seeing Mrs. Quinn was hesitating, Alice put the glass in Mrs. Quinn’s hand and used her weak hand to hold Mrs. Quinn’s hand. The handkerchief on the back of her hand had been untied. There were two clear red marks on her pale skin, “Madam, drink it.”

Mrs. Quinn nodded helplessly, smiled at Alice, lifted the glass, and drank it.

I can’t describe the feelings of Mrs. Quinn to everyone, because, let’s face it, this busy philanthropist doesn’t have the time to sit face to face with me and waste an afternoon telling me what happened. However, I can spoil you with a short article in “100 Ways to Use Vampire Blood”.

When a piece of memory or an event that is too long, the time span is too big, or it takes too long to tell. You can let the vampire bite you lightly, then cut the finger of the vampire, take his blood, and feed it to the person you want to tell the story too. In this way, you don’t need to say a word, but the message will be passed. Note: This process should not be too long, because the vampire’s wound will not heal before the blood that carries the event and memory finds a carrier. You don’t want to make the vampire hunger and bite you because of too much blood loss. Must always remember! – From The Chapter “The Story Of The Vampire Blood”

So, for Mrs. Quinn, I can only describe it with a vague sentence.

Mrs. Quinn put down the glass. She was first confused, then suddenly became angry, and finally, pushed away the wheelchair behind her, broke the glass in her hand, and stared at the statues of the crucified God the Son in front of her with her fists clenched tightly.

“Pooky!”

Zach quickly walked behind Mrs. Quinn and lifted the wheelchair. Alice supported Mrs. Quinn, who had not been standing alone for a long time, and under the combined force of the two, she finally pressed Mrs. Quinn back in the wheelchair.

“What’s wrong with Mr. Pooky Quinn?” Zach raised his eyebrows and asked.

Mrs. Quinn’s eyes widened with many emotions flashed in her eyes, “How did you do it?!”

“What did I do?” Zach pretended to be confused, “Did Mrs. Quinn see anything? Does the holy water really give Madam any enlightenment?” Zach smiled slightly, “I’ve always thought it was just a legend. Legend has it that holy water also has the ability to heal wounds and illnesses. I don’t know how Madam feels now?”

Mrs. Quinn was silent, she tried to find a clue in Zach’s eyes, but she saw nothing. Mrs. Quinn closed her eyes for a while and then opened her eyes again, “You said, you can help me, then, tell me, what do you want?”

The lips of the vampire curved into a smile. It was always a very pleasant thing to talk to a smart person. Louise, Jim, Mrs. Quinn, they were all smart people. After encountering unexplainable events, they did not panic. Louise immediately sought refuge, Jim proposed cooperation, and Mrs. Quinn was smarter, and she, who had a rich experience, knew that this was a deal.

“I want you and your friends, as you can see, the business of Grande Funeral Home is declining, so we need stable customers.” Zach’s light green eyes had also curved into a smile.

Does everyone get it? When Zach saw the group of wealthy elderly in the reception of [Grande Funeral Home], he got an idea. The traditional funeral business was dying, fortunately, hesitating between the trend and tradition, the old generation of rich people was also dying. If Zach wanted to continue to maintain the Grande Funeral Home, he needed these people to support the tradition…

Mrs. Quinn’s eyes narrowed, and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “Hehehe. You are very interesting. Letting me see the truth and healing me so I can continue to live, but all you need is just my influence among my friends?”

Zach smiled and shook his head, “No, Mrs. Quinn, don’t give me the credit of the miracle that God the Son showed to you. I didn’t do anything.”

“A miracle?” Mrs. Quinn nodded and patted Zach’s shoulder using her hand that gradually restored healthy color, “Okay then, deal.”

“Deal!” Zach took Mrs. Quinn’s hand and said.