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"Father Marshall, please don't be angry when I say this. [] I think you caused the death of Jenny's parents, and Jenny will happen to this kind of thing because of you." The other party's words changed suddenly and directly regarded Marshall as the culprit of everything.

"Why do you say that?" Marshall was not angry.

"It's very simple. Jenny came to the confession room to find you, and Jenny's parents died in your bed. Although you have defended it, in any case, this matter has a lot to do with you, Father Marshall. This, Father Marshall, you shouldn't deny it, do you?" The people on the other side of the hole seemed to be interested.

"If I were a shop owner, a customer bought daily necessities in my shop, and then encountered a robber who was killed on the road, according to your logic, the customer’s death was caused by the shop owner, not the robber. Don’t know if I’m right?” Marshall gave an example.

"What if the store owner colluded with the robber?" the other party retorted.

"Sir, do you have any evidence? I can sue you for libel." Marshall waited for the answer.

"If I had evidence, Marshall, you wouldn't be here now!" The opponent slammed the wall, and the anger he showed at this time was like a volcanic eruption, manic and uncontrollable.

"Do you like Jenny?" Marshall thought for a second, then asked the question.

There was no sound on the other side.

"Jenny is a very cute girl. She is smart and sensible. She has the innocence and curiosity of a child. However, danger is never notified in advance. She is supposed to run freely, but she can only lie on the bed like a wooden person at this time. All this What is it for?" Marshall continued to ask.

"You..." The person on the other side seemed to want to explode, but he still controlled himself.

"Are you a crew member on the Blue Pearl?" Marshall sighed. "Although I am not sure of your identity for the time being, I remember your accusation against me. The reason you are really angry is not because of you. Have a heart full of justice, but because beautiful things are destroyed in front of you, this makes it unbearable for you who have been in a semi-imaginary state."

"In just one day, all the good things have disappeared. If I'm right, when you saw Jenny in the ward at this time, did you feel a feeling of disgust in your heart? It was like a beautiful porcelain being thrown off. Broken in front of you, the beauty of porcelain is in sharp contrast with the ugliness of fragments. That's why you were so angry that you ran to the confession room to accuse me of my fault."

"I ask you, what kind of force can screw two people together?" In the end, Father Marshall asked a crucial question.

If it weren't for the death of Jenny's parents that had exceeded human common sense, Marshall might have been controlled by the people on the ship. However, it was precisely because of this that Marshall was still able to move freely on the Blue Pearl.

"You're talking nonsense!" The person on the other side increased the volume, but compared to before, at this time he was ashamed and angry.

"Sad!" Marshall replied in a deep voice.

"Marshall, you will be punished!" Because they were unable to refute Marshall's words, the other party could only curse him.

Marshall smiled and ignored it.

However, something strange happened. The sound of bone dislocation came from the opposite side, and the sound became louder and louder. A drop of blood spattered from the pore and flew to Marshall.

"Hey, how are you?" Marshall yelled, but there was no response from the other side.

At this time, the door of the confessional was opened, and Mora appeared at the door, "Father Marshall, Jenny asked me to come to you, she said you might be in danger!"

"Jenny?" Marshall walked out the door when asked, "Mora, I didn't see any danger, but I saw the danger, follow me."

Mora was confused, but did not refute.

The two quickly came to the opposite room. There was an in-use sign hanging on the door. This sign could be flipped, and the other side said unused.

Marshall opened the door, his eyes filled with bright red, and the room was almost full of blood. The crew member who was still talking to Marshall was lying on the ground at this time. Perhaps the word'lying' can no longer be used to describe it, because it is fundamentally divided. Unclear about the front and back of this person, he is like a towel twisted to the limit.

Mora spread the fear she saw with a scream.

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"It's okay, it's okay." Robert was comforting Mora, and he poured a glass of cold water for Mora.

Although his identity is a detective, only Marshall knows it, so he can't enter the scene yet. In fact, he has no idea of ​​entering. There is a mess inside. There is no place on the deceased's body that is intact, the clothes and muscles. They are all mixed together, and there is no way to check them.

"Mola, I want to ask you something, did Jenny ask you to come to me?" Marshall pinched his nose with his right hand. "What did she say? What is the original story?"

"Marshall, you... pay attention to the occasion, Mora's mood is very unstable now, you still don't ask." Robert put the cup in Mora's hand.

Mora said thank you, then took a sip.

"Robert, pay attention to the occasion, what if this happens again next time?" Marshall glared at Robert.

"I..." Robert opened his mouth. At this time, he also understood Marshall's words. If the reason for all this is not found as soon as possible, maybe eventually, the entire ship will end up like this.

"Originally, Jenny was just feeling down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Lilith and I have been comforting her, hoping that she can find hope again. Although she has encountered such a thing, Lilith and I still hope that Jenny can continue to live. As long as she is still alive, there may be a chance of recovery." Later, Mora's voice became smaller and smaller, as if she didn't believe it. "Then, Jenny's expression was suddenly very frightened, and we asked her, she too She didn't say anything, just kept whispering, not knowing what she was talking about, until just now, she said to us: Go to Father Marshall, he is in the confession room, he is in danger, let him leave!"

"Is that so?" Marshall sighed softly.

The people who came one after another had closed all the confessional rooms, and even the room where Marshall stayed was also closed.

During this time, everyone looked at Marshall with fear. Captain David always wanted to say something to Marshall, but every time he just stopped talking.

"What do you think?" Robert asked Marshall.

"Maybe Jenny can tell us something, but I need your help Robert. I think Jenny will still scream when I see me again. In this case, I can't talk to Jenny at all. I want you to be me. The megaphone, help me ask Jenny." Marshall made his request to Robert.