"Bang! Bang! Bang!" With three gunshots, before many people could react, the priest was already in a pool of blood. Things happened too suddenly, and everyone could not believe their eyes. After a moment of silence, screams burst into pieces, and the church was like a blowout, and it was suddenly in chaos.

In a panic, many people left their seats and rushed to flee. At this time, the red-haired boy had thrown away the gun in his hand and was subdued by two middle-aged men nearby. Several believers on the stage rushed over, knelt beside the priest, covered his wounds with a towel, and provided emergency assistance.

Because he couldn't figure out the situation, Wang Siyu hurriedly helped Ning Lu up, protected her with his body, wrapped himself in the crowd, squeezed out of the church, walked a few meters to the right, came to the safety zone, stopped, and asked with concern: "Sister Lulu, are you okay?"

Ning Ri had a pale face, leaning against Wang Siyu's arms, trembling slightly. After a while, he moved his hands away from his mouth and said in horror: "Oh my God, that boy shot Pastor Vaughan? How could this happen!"

"Yes, it was so unexpected." Wang Siyu nodded and turned to look at the street corner. He saw two police cars and a hospital ambulance rushed over almost at the same time. After the car stopped, the doctor and the police rushed in. In a short while, the pastor was carried out on a stretcher. Under the gaze of everyone, he was sent into the ambulance and roared away.

"Let's go, Sister Lulu, we can't help much here." Wang Siyu turned around, looked at the church door, and then helped Ning Lu, who was still in shock, returned home, entered the living room, and poured her a glass of clean water.

Ning Lu took the cup, drank a few sips of water, and her complexion calmed down a little. However, there was an unusually painful look in her beautiful eyes. After a while, she stood up in a daze and said in a daze: "Xiao Yu, I don't see the bloody scene the most. I have a severe headache. Let's go and rest first."

"Okay, things have happened, don't think about it anymore." Wang Siyu didn't think much about it, watched her return to the room, turned around and went to the bathroom, took a hot shower, wrapped her bath towel, came to the living room, lit a cigarette, touched the remote control, turned on the TV at will, but saw a white reporter standing at the door of the church where the accident had just happened, interviewing the witnesses at the scene.

Several interviewees were extremely excited and introduced the scene of the incident incoherently. While severely condemning the murderer, they also prayed for the elderly pastor, hoping that he could overcome the difficulties. However, more than ten minutes later, new news came out that the old pastor had died in the emergency room due to excessive blood loss and ineffective rescue.

The police are still investigating, but the media has dug up a lot of news. The red-haired teenager's mother lives near the church. Three years ago, she suffered from a strange disease. Although she had been to many hospitals for treatment, it was ineffective and her body became weak day by day.

After learning about the situation, the old pastor Vaughn visited her house, giving her great comfort and patiently enlightened the patients, claiming that as long as she is loyal to God, the Lord Jesus will be blessed and her condition will be cured soon.

The patient, originally a devout Christian, placed all his hopes on God when he was suffering from illness. He not only prayed all day long, but also donated a lot of money to the church, but from then on, he would never go to the hospital for treatment.

However, just half a month ago, she died unfortunately due to her condition worsening. She was less than 45 years old this year. The red-haired boy blamed the death of her mother on the old pastor Vaughan, thinking that it was his bewitching that made her mother miss the best time for treatment. Therefore, she had repeatedly made harsh words on different occasions, wanting to kill the old pastor Vaughan, but did not attract enough attention from the people around her, which led to a tragedy.

Several local TV stations were very concerned about this emergency and were broadcasting this news. Some people invited several experts and scholars to discuss the crime of minors. Although they were so fierce that they were fighting and refused to give in to each other, they avoided many sharp problems, which seemed to be suspected of making a show.

It was boring to watch, Wang Siyu turned off the TV and returned to the bedroom to rest, secretly regretting that the original excellent opportunity to get along, but because of the church shooting, it was a bit disappointing to cast an unforgettable shadow on this trip to pick up girls in New York.

In the room next door, Ning Lu was lying on the bed, but she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. The old pastor, who was always flashing in front of her, had his hands and feet twitching, had his face twisted and gradually became blurred. She changed to another face, which made her heart chill and she felt boundless fear.

Ning Lu hurriedly turned on the wall light, sat up, held a ball of quilt, curled up in the corner of the wall, crying silently, and in a daze, he fell into painful memories, and those deliberately forgotten past events came back to his heart.

Everything started because of that summer weekend. That afternoon, she was shopping with her friends, but her mother called her back. As soon as she entered the house, her father waved and said with a smile: "Lulu, this is Qiming, you can get to know each other."

Ning Lu nodded, turned around, glanced into the living room, and saw a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa opposite her father. Although he was thin, he looked heroic. In terms of momentum, he was not inferior to his father, who was the commander of the provincial military region.

After seeing her, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, his eyes full of stunning and admiration. He stood up blankly, and was a little panicked, which made Ning Lu feel secretly proud. He walked over, handed his right hand, and said openly: "Hello, I am Ning Lu."

"Miss Ning, I'm very happy to see you. I'm Chen Qiming." The middle-aged man shook hands with a humble smile on his face, then sat back on the sofa, regained his calmness, and talked to his father, talking about many topics she couldn't understand.

After dinner, with the encouragement of his father, Ning Lu and the middle-aged man went downstairs and walked side by side in the courtyard, listening to him telling many interesting things. Half an hour later, the two separated at the gate and waved goodbye.

When she returned to the upper floor, her father called her in front of her and asked her how she felt about this person. Ning Lu tilted her head for a while, then shook her head gently, and pouted, "It's okay, she's a little shorter, not to mention that she's so old than me, so she doesn't like it very much!"

His father Ning Kaizhi waved his hand and said disapprovingly: "Height is not a problem. Napoleon is just a short man, but he almost conquered the whole world. Xxx is not tall. Every time he visits, those arrogant foreign heads of state have to bow to him, let alone age. It's better to be older and know how to care for others."

But the mother frowned and whispered, "Kaizhi, should you think about it again? I heard that this kid from the Chen family has a bad personality, a very irritable temper, and a big marriage is not a joke. It is related to Lulu's happiness throughout her life. Shouldn't he be more cautious?"

The father took a sip of tea and said carelessly: "It's nothing if a young man has a bad temper. This kid is very talented and will become a great man in the future. I am optimistic about this son-in-law. Let's do this, let them get along for a while and cultivate their feelings."

"Okay, dad." Although Ning Lu was unwilling to accept her, she was filial by nature and still respected her father's meaning.

Since then, Chen Qiming often calls. Every weekend, no matter how busy he is, he will fly to Ning Lu's unit and visit her specially. He is considerate and considerate, which makes his colleagues around him extremely envious.

As time goes by, Ning Lu gradually developed a favorable impression of this bold middle-aged man. Moreover, when she learned that this marriage would be of great benefit to the family, she no longer objected.

After two years of love race, the two finally achieved success and entered the palace of marriage, but on the second day of marriage, something unexpected happened.

That night, the two were packing up their things and preparing for their honeymoon trip. Suddenly an uninvited guest came to the house. He was a young woman in a pink maternity outfit. After knocking in the door, he stood at the door and looked at the two with tears in his eyes.

Chen Qiming was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly winked at her and said softly: "Lulu, you go back to your room first. This is a colleague from the unit. If you have any urgent matters, please come to me."

"Okay." Ning Lu glanced at the young woman, turned around and sat in the room, feeling a little uncomfortable. In fact, she had seen photos of the woman and was very clear about her identity. If she had not admitted her mistake, the young woman should be Chen Qiming's ex-wife, a reporter working in the Provincial Daily, Luo Xiaolan.

After sitting in the room for a while, he heard the fierce quarrels coming from downstairs. He felt a little worried. Ning Lu hurriedly got up and walked out of the room, hid at the entrance of the stairs, and looked downstairs.

But when Chen Qiming was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, Luo Xiaolan pulled a chair, sat in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window, pointed his hand at his round belly, and said with tears in his eyes: "Qiming, for the sake of unborn children, don't be so heartless."

Chen Qiming waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, don't quarrel anymore, be careful that Lulu hears it."

"I heard it when I heard it. It was she who snatched my husband. What's there to be afraid of?" Luo Xiaolan was already crying like rain, clenched her fists and shouted hysterically.

"Rare!" Chen Qiming slapped the coffee table with a 'slap', stood up suddenly, and whispered: "Xiaolan, don't mess around, we agreed to it at the beginning, and we can't regret it."

Luo Xiaolan fell to the ground and said helplessly: "Qi Ming, you only said it was a fake divorce, but you didn't let me go abroad. I don't want to be separated from you, I really don't want to."

Chen Qiming seemed to have softened his heart, put the cigarette butts out, threw it in the ashtray, and sighed: "Xiaolan, let's do this, I'll give you another two million, don't make trouble anymore. If this continues, it will be of no benefit to everyone."

Luo Xiaolan shook her head repeatedly, crawled over, hugged one of Chen Qiming's legs, and cried, "Qiming, no matter what, I will not go abroad. This is not a matter of money. I can't buy love for no amount of money!"

Ning Lu saw it and felt quite uncomfortable. She reluctantly walked down the stairs with a smile, came to Chen Qiming, and said lightly: "Qiming, what's going on?"

"It's nothing. This person is crazy. Don't worry, I'll deal with it!" As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Qiming pulled Luo Xiaolan up, pushed him outward, and scolded loudly: "Get out! Get out! Don't let me see you again. You must leave within a month!"

Luo Xiaolan was unstable and staggered back a few steps, sobbed silently for a while, suddenly raised her head, stared at Chen Qiming in despair, slowly stood up, and whispered: "Qiming, are you really so heartless?"

Chen Qiming turned his head, glanced at Ning Lu, and nodded and said, "You go, Luo Xiaolan, it's already over between us."

"Okay, Qiming, I wish you happiness forever." After saying that, Luo Xiaolan turned around and walked to the wide floor-to-ceiling window. She raised a chair and smashed it hard. With a 'slam' sound, the pink figure jumped down in the face of the 'smash'.

"No!" Amid the screams, the two of them ran over at the same time. When they looked over, they saw Luo Xiaolan had fallen in a pool of blood, and her black hair was fluttering in the wind.

"Oh my God, is she dead?" Ning Lu sat on the ground, covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears.

"No, no, she went abroad and would never come back." Chen Qiming dragged his heavy steps and moved to the door. He stood at the door, pondered for a while, then took out his cell phone, dialed a phone number, whispered a few words, hung up the phone, sat down dejectedly, stared at Ning Lu, and viciously: "Do you know why you forced her to move abroad? That's because you have to meet the request made by your mother. After investigation, she knew that Xiaolan and I were still living together, and that we already had children, so we would not let go. Now, one corpse has two lives, one corpse has two lives!"

"One corpse and two lives!" As if a thunder sounded in his ears, Ning Lujiao's body trembled and suddenly woke up. She knelt on the edge of the bed, held her hands in front of her chest, and said devoutly: "Omnipotent Lord, I am guilty, please forgive our sins...Omnipotent Lord, I am guilty, please forgive our sins..."
Chapter completed!