The clip of just a few seconds doesn't explain much, but York combined with the feeling this girl brought to him, there are still scars left on his body.
This memory gave York the feeling that girls were being abused when they were ten years old, or from infants to ten years old.
The biggest possibility is the later guess, because there is still a hole in the middle of the stool, which is obviously for the girl to defecate.
Coupled with the bowl like a dog bowl next to it, this girl may really have been abused since she was a baby until she was about ten years old.
Thinking of this, York subconsciously let go of the limitations of the stereo map and instantly spread to the maximum.
When everything around him was absorbed in his eyes, he found the girl's figure the first time.
Shrinking tightly, the somewhat scared figure made him feel a kind of compassion in his heart.
Of course, the girl obviously escaped successfully, and he couldn't do anything. He could only try to find a way to talk to her and try to alleviate the pain and suffering in her heart.
However, a discovery made him feel something was wrong.
Because when this girl was walking, someone was following her, saying that stalking was not stalking, but like that kind of surveillance.
Without affecting the monitoring of girls' lives.
Similar to the monitoring of sacrifices by the Sacrifice Administration in the world of Kaos, this kind of thing is just watching from the side, and it is difficult for people to notice.
But in the three-dimensional view of York, this kind of surveillance can be seen at a glance.
Looking at the man standing on the side of the street, just drinking a cup of coffee, but actually staring at the girl, York habitually squinted his eyes.
In just about half a month, he seemed to have found something to do again, and he didn't know if this kind of thing could trigger random tasks.
It happened that at this moment, Irene had just come over after communicating with a believer.
"Irene."York said calmly.
Irene stopped suddenly and looked at her bishop.
"Go check the girl who left."York said indifferently.
"I need to know who she is and what she has experienced."
Just in time, Hannah went out to do things. In order not to affect Hannah, but also to make Hannah change, this time, York decided to use the power of the church.
Speaking of which, it is really simple for a behemoth like the church to investigate such a matter.
Don't look at it as just a church, but it has countless tentacles under it. Just like the Continental Hotel mentioned by John Wick, it has a variety of different institutions and types of work to provide you with related services, so the church also has.
When Irene heard this, she also remembered the little figure who had just run out. She didn't have any words, but lowered her head slightly.
"Yes, Bishop."
York turned and left.
It didn't take long for Irene to appear in front of him again. She had already taken a copy of the information in her hand. Interestingly, there was also a newspaper on it. It seemed that this girl might still be quite popular back then.
"Bishop, this is about Lucy."Irene said, seeing the expression of her bishop, and then said.
"That girl's name is Lucy Rios."
York did not speak, but stretched out his hand to take Lucy's information.
The first thing I looked at was the newspaper. The front page showed the girl as she was ten years old, exactly the same as when she was abused.
"It seems that he escaped during that time."
York's gaze continued to move, next to the relevant description, and after the description, there were related photos.
The more he looked at it, York could finally know where the pain in the girl's eyes came from.
"."
[Factory room and related pictures]: "The girl is living here. What is certain is that she was not raped.
It is inferred that she was tortured by a common torture that made my scalp numb, causing insufficient nutrition, dehydration, and hypothermia.
The hole in the chair made it easy for her to sit on the spot.The scar on the wrist shows that it is locked by a chain"
"."
What this newspaper summed up in a passage is that Lucy seemed to have been kidnapped by someone at the age of ten, imprisoned in a factory that had been abandoned for many years, and suffered inhumane abuse.
But one thing worth saying is that no one knows how she escaped. When the police arrived at the factory, the building was empty, and the traces left on the scene were of little use, so the case was put on hold until now.
Lucy may have been abused because of the stimulation that closed her heart and confused her memory. She didn't know who her family was and what her family's name was.
So Lucy was sent to an orphanage.
This is the information Yorkman can find in the newspaper.
After removing the newspaper, York continued to read the next one. This was information about the orphanage, and it was all about Lucy.
It was very ordinary, but it allowed York to know Lucy's general situation.
When the girl was sent to the orphanage, she chose to close herself and refused to be approached by anyone, including doctors and other related people.
But one thing that is special is that even if a girl is like this, she has such an inseparable good friend.
This good friend is named Anna. She used her considerate treatment of Lucy to gradually enter Lucy's psychology. This surprised the adults in the orphanage. Because Anna was there, the doctors were able to perform a series of treatments and comfort for Lucy, but unfortunately none of these had any effect.
Lucy still refused to be approached by anyone, except Anna.
"No wonder, with just such a glance, people ran away."York recalled what happened before.
Although this girl named Lucy was sitting safely in a dim corner, she had actually been staring at him all the time.
York didn't know what this was all about, but combined with the feelings of believers about him, it was estimated that he had found a way to alleviate the pain in him.
After all, even if he blocked everything, the holy power in his body still affected all aspects of his body, which undoubtedly caused a considerable change in his temperament.
York didn't know how others would feel when they looked at him, but there was a feeling that he couldn't run, and that was to feel calm.
"Probably so, that's right."
Guessing how Lucy felt about him, York had already read the information of the orphanage, continued to remove it, and then looked at the next copy.
According to her own discovery, Lucy was able to escape from those four chains, and I am afraid that the other party or the person who abused her deliberately did it.
Otherwise, how could a ten-year-old girl escape from those four chains, let alone a girl, even a strong adult would not have a chance.
The third part is what happened after Lucy came out of the orphanage.
She still only interacted with Anna, but she was also carefully treated in the orphanage and was able to work by herself, wash dishes in a restaurant or help in the back kitchen. Until now, she has persisted for ten years.
The place where she lived was not far from the church of Ashibiyi, only a few hundred meters away, just out of the range of his three-dimensional picture.
Probably knowing what happened to Lucy after she came out of the orphanage, York took the third copy and continued to look at the next one.
This time it's the highlight.
This is another newspaper, and the black and white photos show a very beautiful family.
A pair of parents, both children.
The boy looks bigger, like a high school student, while the girl in the center is smaller, like a junior high school student, but she is holding a trophy in her hand with a bright smile on her face.
This is a newspaper that reported that a junior high school student won the butterfly swimming championship.
York looked up at Irene.
"Lucy bought a hundred copies of the same newspaper in different places."Irene said.
"I think there is definitely something wrong with this family, so I checked it and there is a problem."
York was silent, and continued to look at the next copy.
This is information about this family. The boy is about to enter a famous university. His father is the owner of a small company and his mother is a designer. The girl has shown her talent in butterfly swimming and is noticed by everyone. She will be famous in sports.
If it is normal, this is a very perfect family, with both children and grandchildren, without worrying about money, and a harmonious and happy family.
However, from the things found below, there seems to be something shocking enough in this family.
Several children disappeared near this family. The police had suspected it, but there was no evidence.
Remembering that Lucy had bought a hundred newspapers in different places, York said indifferently.
"Keep an eye on her for me, I want to know what she plans to do."
Irene nodded and said yes.
But nothing more was found. York thought of the man on the street, but made no arrangements.
He was afraid of scaring the grass and scaring the snake. That man might be the other party. He might be the one behind letting Lucy go. Although he didn't know what the purpose of this party was, it was definitely not a good thing.
This party is more likely to be an organization with a series of systems, otherwise it would not be so professional, reminding him of the sacrifice Authority in the world of Kaos.
Just when York thought of this, he was taken aback by the noise in his ears.
Because I thought a little deeper, I triggered a random task that hadn't been triggered for a long time.
[...]
[Condition satisfied: trigger random tasks, evil in broad daylight]
[Mission requirements: Destroy the evil organization]
[Mission reward: +5 attribute points]
[Accept/reject]
[...]
Reward five attribute points, a very standard reward, reminds York of when he was in the church of Pluto.
"Sure enough, there is still a high chance of triggering random tasks in chaotic areas."
York looked at the virtual window that popped up in front of him, silently accepting it in his heart.
There are already a lot of attribute points available at five o'clock. When he hasn't triggered a random task for a long time, it's very precious at all. Although he has the support of a world, he is strong enough to fight against angels, but after all, it can't change his essence.
What he wants is self-immortality.
Although with the current cell activity, there is no problem living for hundreds or even thousands of years, it is not enough.
"Fortunately, I didn't miss any chance."
Listening to the successful tone of accepting the task in his ear, York said in his heart.
"Otherwise you will miss it."
But then, he looked directly at the prompt given to him by the task window.
"Sure enough, it's an organization that's right. What do they want to do if they keep staring at Lucy?""
York couldn't help but think for a while, and finally chose to use Lucy as bait to catch this so-called organization.
After all, scaring the grass and scaring the snake is too risky. If you run a few, it will not be good if the mission fails.
The church is very strong, yes, but it is not omnipotent. It does not mean that if you catch the person under surveillance, you can directly catch the person of the entire organization.
"Surveillance is just a miscellaneous fish after all, and only those who are sure to catch it can contact the top level."
Thinking of this, York continued: "Irene, send someone to protect Lucy, and by the way, see what she is going to do, so as not to be discovered by anyone, because there is another party watching her."
Irene blinked, not understanding how this matter involved a third party again, nor why the Bishop paid so much attention to this matter and Lucy, but she also nodded.
"Yes, Bishop, I will go down and make arrangements."
"Hmm."York waved his hand.
Irene bowed her head slightly and left.
"The mantis hunts the cicada, the yellow bird is behind, and I am the hunter who has already aimed at the yellow bird."
The corners of York's mouth raised slightly. In the West, in the world of gods and demons, there is no organization that is older and stronger than the church.
He didn't care who was standing behind this organization at all. With his current strength, there was only one sentence, just crush it.
"Of course, it will take some effort to find out everyone in this evil organization, as long as you catch someone who can connect to the top level, so that you can follow the trail and kill one after another."
York looked down at the information that was not over yet.
——
With a tight body, hands in her pockets, a hat with a hoodie, and a mask, Lucy exudes a kind of breath of strangers, as if someone touched her, she would suddenly be stimulated to open her fangs. Fangs.
So the young people gathered on the street ignored Lucy, just cast a look, and then looked at each other.
"She is a crazy woman."One of them seemed to know Lucy, a young man with tattoos all over his hands.",
"Once someone accidentally touched her, this crazy woman bit off the opponent's ear frantically as if she was dying.
Like a ghost."
As soon as these words came out, the rest of the people shrugged and ignored the figure that disappeared into the street.
No one would provoke a lunatic, even the bottom of the gang had this idea.
Lucy didn't know, she just ran all the way back to the house she rented.
But subconsciously, she remembered the priest who received everyone in the church, breathing a little heavy.
This was the first time she felt a very comfortable tranquility.
It seemed that in that church, she could get an extremely strong sense of security.
So strong that the woman never appeared in front of her again.
However, she only felt this way when the priest was there, so she knew what was going on.
Lucy remembered the eyes of the priest looking over, took a deep breath, then came to the rented house and opened the door with the key.
Compared with others, his movements seemed a little impatient.
Click, when the door is opened.
Lucy walked in, and because the windows inside were all draped with curtains, the light was blocked so that the whole room was a little dim.
At this moment, Lucy's face showed horror, and in front of her she saw a woman in white crawling on all fours on the ground.
The long hair was scattered, and he couldn't see his face clearly. The posture of crawling over was very weird, and his whole body was dirty.
"I will do it!"
Lucy was extremely frightened, and shouted at this moment.
"I will definitely do it, avenge you and me!"
But after these words, Lucy found that the woman in white who tortured her every day had not left, and had been approaching in a weird crawling posture, her face was already the expression of tears in fear.
She retreated subconsciously, but she reached the door and could no longer retreat. The distance between the two sides gradually approached, and the atmosphere seemed a little terrifying in the dim space, but at this time Lucy thought of something, hurriedly, took out a cross from her pocket, stretched out and pointed to the white woman in front of her, and turned her head.
"Look, look what this is, this is what I bought from that church!"
roll!!Get out of here!Get out of here!Get out!!!!!!"
Lucy cowered in a ball, trembling all over, sweating at the door, yelling.
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The sound was somewhat piercing, enough to make anyone think they had encountered some wickedness in broad daylight, making them quickly flee this haunted place.
However, Lucy's house, apparently, had decent sound insulation, and the noises were confined to her room alone.
It was a while before the noises settled down.
Lucy dared not look back, her entire body almost turned away, using only her back, with her right hand remaining firm, not changing position, firmly clutching the cross she had bought from the church, placed between the two of them.
Time passed, and the room maintained a deathly silence.
At this point, Lucy perhaps steadied the myriad fears in her heart and quietly looked back.
The white-dressed woman who had terrified her had disappeared, replaced by familiar objects.
Realizing this, Lucy's body went limp, she hugged the cross in her right hand and collapsed, her still-damp face showing an expression on the verge of tears.
She didn't know if she was abandoned by the world to end up in this state.
So, she had to seek revenge.
This thought suddenly surged in her mind, and Lucy's eyes filled with hatred as she stepped out of her earlier emotions, transforming completely.
If anyone had been present, they would have found Lucy's change somewhat frightening.
"I will definitely take action, I definitely will," Lucy murmured to herself as if speaking to the vanished woman in white, then slowly walked into the living room.
The environment changed instantly.
Unlike a normal living room, Lucy's was plastered with newspaper after newspaper.
The visible side of each paper featured a family portrait, labeled with the phrase "butterfly stroke genius."
This was what York had seen in a report about a butterfly stroke champion.
"I will definitely take action."
Lucy stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by newspapers plastered over the windows.
She stared fixedly at a newspaper with a section circled in red ink.
Upon closer inspection, it was an address.
Her eyes reddened as she stared at this address.
She then left the spot and walked back to her room, stopping at a table laden with mechanical parts and bullets that glinted menacingly.
If York had been present, he would have recognized the parts and the main body as a very classic side-by-side shotgun, also known as a double-barreled shotgun, with horizontally aligned barrels.
This was among the earliest hunting shotguns, originally developed as riot guns. This weapon used a break-action loading mechanism, allowing only two shells to be loaded at a time.
From the shotgun shells laid out on the table, these were twelve-gauge shells, each capable of being fatally effective.
Lucy began assembling the shotgun, and when she picked it up, it was the very classic "boomstick."
"I will definitely take action," she repeated, practicing the reloading motions tirelessly.
Her loading and unloading were swift, ready for any sudden incident.
Clearly, Lucy had been preparing for this for a long time.
The dim room echoed with her murmurs and the sounds from the shotgun.
......
Ashby Abbey.
A church with only a few faithful, Erin quietly entered a room.
"Bishop, Lucy Rios has rented a car and left the apartment she was renting."
Erin reported, then looked towards the bishop standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back.
"Previously, through her friend Annagia's help, she bought a double-barreled shotgun from a farm owner."
"From the direction she headed, it is confirmed that this child is seeking revenge."
"Perhaps from that newspaper's family photo, she identified the people who had mistreated her..."
Listening to the report, York turned to look at Erin.
"What about the third party? What's their status?"
He didn't care about others' vengeance nor wanted to intervene, but he hoped that this girl tormented by fate could succeed in her revenge.
Indeed, if he wasn't wrong, this family's background harbored abyss-like dark crimes.
Upon hearing this, Erin calmly said, "According to the message from Brother Willo, those who have been lurking in the shadows and following Lucy seem to know all her moves."
York raised an eyebrow, sensing the bait was about to be taken.
"Tell Brother Willo and the others, without my command, they are not to take any action to avoid alarming the enemy. Let them spread out from Lucy or that family's address as the center. Anyone heading towards Lucy should be considered a suspect; I want to know, besides the usual surveillance, who else shows up..."
"Yes."
Erin nodded slightly, understanding the order.
York glanced at the blue sky outside the window as he passed by Erin.
"Such beautiful weather, what a pity..."
With these words from York, Erin also looked outside, seeing the blue sky and bright sunshine.
After viewing this, she pursed her lips and silently followed her bishop.
......
In a secluded small town, a peaceful suburb, a detached house
was filled with playful noises.
"Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"
"Damn!"
"Your girlfriend's love letters are terrible."
This was the playful banter of siblings.
A kind-faced father walked past the siblings wrestling on the floor, wearing pajamas and holding a steaming cup of coffee, leaving behind a simple admonition.
"Stop playing around."
He walked through to the living room window, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight and the aroma of the coffee, while calling out to a woman busy unclogging a drain outside,
"Darling, what would you like to eat?"
The woman, while hammering a pipe to secure it, turned and smiled back.
"Whatever you make, I love."
The man smiled and turned to the kitchen connected to the living room, beginning to prepare breakfast amidst the children's playful shouts.
Meanwhile, the woman looked in a certain direction after burying a protruding hand back into the earth and then climbing out of the pit using a ladder.
This seemed like a typical, warm family of four.
They laughed and gathered around the dining table in the morning.
In this warm atmosphere, the son about to enter college shared his future plans.
The father, appearing to be a good parent, said gently,
"You know, I always respect your choices. Studying medicine would certainly be beneficial for your future."
The most lively-looking daughter glanced at her mother, who smiled warmly.
The girl shrugged indifferently.
"He just wants to be with his girlfriend."
There's always a sister to make one feel vexed, and the boy glared at her.
Unafraid, the sister made a face at her brother.
"Baaah!!!"
This caused both parents to exchange smiles.
The scene seemed utterly normal, filled with a warm atmosphere.
At this moment, the sudden ringing of the doorbell broke the warm atmosphere.
The atmosphere immediately tensed; the butterfly stroke champion daughter paused her bread-crushing motion and looked towards the front door, her shoulders twitching.
"Who the hell is ringing the bell?"
The parents exchanged glances, and the father set down his food and stood up, passing by the daughter as he headed towards the relentlessly ringing front door.
"Mind your language, Mary."
The girl appeared indifferent. "Today's Sunday, which means it's everyone's day off."
The father casually replied while walking to the door.
"Is that so? No work on Sundays?"
"Of course," the girl replied.
This conversation ended as the father reached the front door.
"Ok, ok, stop ringing. I'm coming."
As he said this, the doorbell ceased, and the father shook his head, twisted the doorknob, and opened the door.
But as he did, he was stunned.
In front of him was a girl, shorter by a head, wearing a hat and a hoodie, very ordinary-looking.
However, what terrified him was the double-barreled shotgun in the hands of this unfamiliar visitor.
At this moment, the gun was pointed at him.
"Who are you?" the man said, perhaps realizing he only had time for this one sentence.
Bang!
Lucy, who had just arrived from the car, didn't respond. She looked at the man she would never forget and pulled the trigger.
Without giving the man any chance, she was resolute to the extreme.
The gun discharged a cloud of smoke.
The burst from the twelve-gauge shell hit the man directly in the bulging stomach.
Blood mist burst forth, and the impact of the shotgun blast sent the man flying back inside.
This explosive gunshot startled the three still at the dining table. The two children froze in confusion, while the wife ran to where she kept her gun.
But Lucy had already stepped inside and aimed at the wife rushing towards her, pulling the trigger.
She had prepared for a long time to ensure accuracy.
Bang!
Before the wife could react, just at the moment of meeting, she felt severe pain in her back, and her consciousness plunged into darkness.
From Lucy's perspective, the woman was also blown away by the shot.
Lucy did not care whether the woman was dead or alive; she pressed the shotgun in her hands, ejecting the spent shells with a clack. She quickly pulled out two more shells from her pocket and loaded them.
The process was seamless, without any hesitation, her practice showing its effectiveness.
As the two children at the dining table began to scream and attempted to flee, Lucy had already stepped in front of them.
"Don't move."
At Lucy's command, the two froze in place, not daring to move.
"Sit down."
Lucy pointed to the chairs at the dining table.
The girl named Mary, trembling all over, obediently sat down, tears of fear streaking her face.
Her brother did the same.
In front of the gun, they had no chance to resist.
Looking at the two, Lucy took a deep breath, a pained expression crossing her face as she turned the gun towards the boy.
"How old are you?"
The boy's voice trembled as he replied, "Eighteen."
Upon hearing this, Lucy hesitated, her initially steady gun beginning to wobble.
"Do you know the things your parents have done?"
Tears welled in the boy's eyes, but he didn't dare make any sudden moves, obediently responding.
"I don't know."
At that moment, Lucy's gun steadied once more.
She clenched her teeth, then shifted the gun to point at Mary, who was trembling uncontrollably.
"And you, do you know what your parents have done?"
The girl instinctively glanced at her brother before answering with a tremble.
"I don't know,"
After this response, she quickly pleaded, "Please don't kill me, I don't know anything—"
But before she could finish, a gunshot cut her off. Lucy had pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Blood mist erupted from Mary's chest as the impact sent her flying back into the kitchen.
"NO!"
The boy shouted, grabbing a knife and fork from the table and leaping up.
But Lucy was quicker, swinging the gun towards him and pulling the trigger once again.
Bang!
The gunshot blasted the boy's chest open, the explosive force sending his body crashing into the rear glass door.
Silence returned to the room.
Only the blood-stained floor and motionless bodies, along with the smoke wafting from Lucy's shotgun, bore witness to the events that had just unfolded.
Lucy's body began to shake, but her eyes were fixed on the bodies of the boy and girl.
In her memory, memories she would never forget, the boy had once tortured animals in front of her and had cut her with a knife, ignoring her cries of pain.
The most vivid memory she had was of the boy, the same age as her, laughing maniacally as he cut her body with a scalpel.
The girl had been there too.
Lucy had hesitated about sparing them, but when both had claimed ignorance, she decided their fate.
And that was death.
Yet, for some reason, Lucy still felt immense pain after resolving everything, a pain that seemed to intensify.
"Damn!"
Lucy staggered to the woman's body, knelt down, and aimed the now empty shotgun at the lifeless corpse, her face contorted with a breakdown.
"Why did you do that to me? Why did you treat me that way, who am I really?
Where did you kidnap me from?"
Unfortunately, the dead could not answer her questions. Lucy's face was wracked with pain as she hugged the shotgun, curling into a ball, crying silently.
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