Chapter 112 Our mission is to send them to see God

Those eyes, Tang Wan seemed familiar.

But Huainan and Kyoto are located in the south and north, respectively, and are more than 2,000 kilometers apart. Where had I seen these eyes before?

Those eyes seemed to contain snow that would never melt, and a feeling of loneliness solidified in his gaze.

Tang Wan just took a glance and then looked away.

So sad.

He looked so sad.

Like a pair of lovebirds whose partner has died, they live alone in this aimless world.

Si Huai came here, seemingly just wanting to take a look at Tang Wan, confirm that she was okay, and then leave.

But before leaving, she said something that was only too obvious to be true: "She was very worried about you, but she was very busy recently, so she couldn't come to see you."

Tang Wan nodded obediently.

She knew that Grandma Si was good to her.

"When you have time, you can come to the Si family to accompany her."

After saying this, Si Huai left.

Tang Wan looked at his back and felt that he was really lonely.

It's that kind of dead silence.

Suddenly, a pair of hands pinched Tang Wan's cheeks and pulled them to the sides.

It doesn't hurt, just a little awkward.

Lu Lin's voice came from Tang Wan's head: "Why are you still looking at me? You are our child."

Tang Wan nodded and gestured back and forth with her hands.

[Yes, yes, it’s Brother Lu Lin’s child.]

"Hmph." Lu Lin was comforted by Tang Wan's attitude. He loosened his hand, gently rubbed Tang Wan's cheek, and then said, "Okay, as long as you know it's my home."

"Don't run away with others."

Tang Wan thought that Lu Lin was too concerned about his safety.

She won't run away.

Only to Lu Lin is she a treasure.

Other people will not treat themselves as treasures.

She knows good from bad.

Time flies, and Tang Wan's life gradually gets back on track.

But apparently, some people are unwilling to let her go.

…

Country Y.

Sicily, Catholic Church.

The priest led the believers in praising Jesus and believing in God in the church.

The man sitting on the seat was dressed in black, wearing a black hat on his head, and playing with a silver lighter in his hand.

The child next to him said in fluent Sicilian: "Godfather, I don't want to hear them say this."

The man just touched the little boy's head lovingly and said, "You are still young, and you don't know how good God is."

The little boy just snorted coldly, but replied nonchalantly: "Can God bring wealth?"

"Of course," the man answered without hesitation, his eyes narrowing slightly, like a ferocious wolf king. "He will bring us supreme glory."

"We believe in God and we want to send those pagans to see God."

"That's what we believers do."

As soon as he finished speaking, a somewhat thin figure was pushed in from outside the door.

If Su Li were here, she would recognize at a glance that this was a monkey from Huainan.

He was beaten black and blue, with multiple fractures on his limbs, and was twisted abnormally. He looked like a rag as he was dragged to the church.

Along the way, his blood was like ink, leaving a red trail.

Bright and eye-catching.

The man tapped the handle with his fingers and asked in a gentle tone, "What's going on?"

"It's not nice to stain my carpet."

The monkey couldn't understand a word he said and had to rely on the translator beside him.

The man glanced at the monkey and asked, "Who is he?"

The translator finished speaking to the monkey, and seeing that the monkey remained silent, he raised his foot and kicked the monkey, then cursed.

"I'm asking you a question, answer it now!"

The monkey felt pain and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of dirty blood with a few of his teeth in it.

He spoke incoherently, not daring to hide anything: "That girl ran, ran away..."

As he said this, his hair covered his eyes.

It also concealed his panic and hatred.

The monkey originally wanted to run away.

In China, human trafficking is not a crime that can be forgiven by just saying a few nice words.

What's more, there are more than just one or two things on their hands.

If he is found out, he will be shot!

So the monkey quickly fled abroad.

However, before he could run far, he was caught by the man's men and brought here with his eyes and ears covered.

At first the monkey wanted to run away, but as soon as he tried to run, he was beaten severely.

Now that I know I can't escape, I've become more obedient.

The monkey wanted to say something, but he saw the man slowly stand up and pull out a weapon from his waist that would never appear in the country.

Then he said something.

"ciao. (Italian: hello/goodbye.)"

With a "bang", the bullet pierced through the monkey's head, blood splattered, and made the man's black clothes even darker.

A few drops of blood fell on his face and slowly slid down his cheeks.

A few drops of blood also fell on the little boy's face, but he just wiped it with a frown and complained, "Blood splashed all over me, it's so dirty."

The man said, "This is what we should do."

"What a pity! It seems you have to go to the East with me."

Fuhr raised his eyelids slightly, and his voice was exactly the same cold and indifferent as the man's: "Godfather, we can't get in at all."

“Customs will stop us.”

"Really? Then we have to find a middleman, which will cost a lot of money."

The man said this, but his face didn't show any pain at having to spend money.

No one cared about the monkey lying dead on the ground.

He was thrown into the turbulent high seas.

After all, it is normal for some people to encounter shipwrecks during this period.

On the other side, Tang Wan finished today's homework, washed up, went back to bed obediently, and slowly closed his eyes.

It was that dream again.

The woman is still busy.

She looked slim, her hair was neatly combed, and she was busy in the kitchen.

Tang Wan struggled to walk up to the woman.

She wanted to see the woman's face.

This is very important to her.

However, the door suddenly rang.

“Knock, knock, knock…”

The voice was urgent, as if urging someone.

Tang Wan saw the woman put down the kitchen utensils in her hands, wipe them casually on her apron, and was about to go to the door.

Tang Wan struggled to reach out her hand.

I wanted to shout - Don't go!

Don't open the door!

Don't go!

Come back soon!

But she couldn't make a sound!

"Sugar?"

"Tangtang, wake up!"

Tang Wan suddenly opened her eyes, only to see Lu Yao's worried face.

She looked at Tang Wan, reached out and touched Tang Wan's head, and felt it was a little hot.

"I have a slight fever."

Tang Guan felt dizzy and wanted to get up to go to school, but Lu Yao held her down.

"Okay, if you're sick, just take a good rest."

"If you don't go to school once, the school won't run away."