During her lifetime, no one had ever seen her naked body.It is a commandment of the Church that nuns should not see human bodies, whether their own or that of others.People have come up with many ideas to ensure that this commandment is not violated.Underneath their flowing nuns, each nun wore a long, sleeveless cotton shirt.They would wear it all the time, even in the shower; in this way, it doubled as a fig leaf, bath towel and pajamas. Rumor has it that when Sister Lucrezia first stepped into the cloister of the convent to begin her vocation, she brought with her something Vanity and grandeur (her belongings to the Church are said to have included a dowry chest adorned with obscene portraits and filled with books and drawings, items prohibited under the Prohibition).But at that time nuns were used to such extravagant habits, and after the reform of the nuns, the rules and regulations became stricter.Except for the respected abbot, the people of the nun now know nothing about that period of history.The dean became the bride of Christ at about the same time as Lucrezia, but she had long been indifferent to such earthly affairs.As for Sister Lucrezia herself, she never mentioned her past to anyone.In fact, in her final years she rarely spoke at all.Her devotion cannot be questioned.As she grew older, she was both reverent and humble.

A week before her death, a new young nun, Camilla, was startled to find her sprawled on the ground instead of a stool.Her body was swollen with tumors under her monk's robes, her turban was thrown aside, and her face was slightly upturned in the afternoon sun.Taking off the headscarf like this is really outrageous, but she was already seriously ill at that time, and everyone could see her pain, and the respected dean didn't have the heart to punish her.Camilla described her discovery embellished at the cafeteria table. She said that after the nun removed the veil, her messy hair surrounded her head like a halo; This kind of smile is not so much the joy of going to heaven, but more like the satisfaction of returning home in triumph.

In the last week of her life, wave after wave of pain slowly swept away her life, and the corridor outside her room could already smell the smell of death: there were bursts of stench inside, as if her body had begun to rot .By then the tumor was about to burst, and she was too big to sit up anymore.They called in doctors from the church, and even a doctor from Florence (naked body was permitted to alleviate the pain), but she turned them all away, and suffered alone. The lump was not only covered under the clothes, but also tightly packed.It was summer, and the monastery was like a furnace during the day, and it was sweltering at night, but she was still fully clothed, lying under the blanket.No one knows how long the disease has been eating away at her body.Their monastic attire was designed as a toga with large sleeves, hiding any body shape and feminine lines.Five years ago, in the convent's greatest scandal since that decadent past, a fourteen-year-old nun, newly arrived from Siena, was nine months pregnant and managed to hide her belly from anyone.Until one day, the cook found the placenta in the corner of the wine cellar, and suddenly found the body of a baby in a barrel, tied with a sack of flour, and sunk in the fine nectar offered to God for drinking.The girl herself was nowhere to be seen.

About a month ago, Sister Lucrezia passed out for the first time during morning prayers; when they woke up and they asked her, she confessed that she had a lump on her left breast that had been there for some time.The malignant tumor made her skin rise like a small volcano, but she had been stubborn from the beginning that no medicine would work against it.She had a long talk with the Honorable Dean. Another hot and humid day began to break, and she was finally taken by God.The priest who had come to preside over the last rites had left, and a nun who was nursing was left next to her body.She recalled that during her out-of-body experience, a miraculous change took place on Sister Lucrezia's face: the lines distorted by pain began to flatten, and the skin became smooth and even a little transparent; reminiscent of about thirty years The gentle woman who just stepped into the gate of the nunnery.

During morning prayers, the death was officially announced.Because of the heat, the body had to be buried as quickly as possible.According to the custom, the nun will let each nun die with a flawless soul and a clean body, and put her in a new nun's robes, as a wedding dress to celebrate the bride's final integration with her divine husband.The ceremony was presided over by Sister Madalina, who ran the nun's pharmacy and administered the medicines (so she was allowed to see the human body at this holiest of times), assisted by Maria, because the young nun would eventually Take over the job.Together the two of them would have scrubbed and dressed the body and carried it to the chapel, where it would stand for a day for the rest of the convent to look at.But no one asked them to do so this time.Sister Lucrezia seemed to have a special request during her lifetime that people should not touch her dead body and that she should wear the nun's robes that she had served God for many years.This was at least extraordinary, and the nuns debated whether it was heresy, but the venerable abbot had approved it; and Sister Lucrezia's wish No doubt it will be fulfilled.

The nunnery was a galloping distance from the small village of Rollo Schiffener, but the virus could keep up with the fastest horseshoes.The first signs appeared three days ago, when a young farmer developed a fever, followed by boils all over his body, which soon became swollen and oozing pus, and died two days later.His younger brother and a nearby baker were also infected.Knowing that the farmer had delivered flour and vegetables to the convent the week before, people speculated that the evil virus came from the recently deceased Sister Lucrezia.Although the dean didn't have time to pay attention to these nonsense, and knew that according to that reasoning, the other nuns should be the first to be infected; but the village provided many things for the nun, and it was her duty to maintain a good relationship with it.And there is no denying the fact that Sister Lucrezia did die of pain and fever.If she is a carrier, then people will think that her clothes still have the virus, and the virus will escape from the ground and break out again.In a plague a few years ago, the nunnery lost eight sisters. The honorable dean must consider not only what she says, but also the duty to protect the area under her jurisdiction.So she disregarded Sister Lucrezia's last wish with great regret, and had her clothes stripped, burned, and sterilized, and immediately buried in the sacred cemetery.

The body of Sister Lucrezia lay on the bed.After so long a delay, her limbs were already beginning to stiffen.The two nuns worked nervously and quickly, and put on the pruning gloves they brought from the orchard. This was the only device the nun could provide to prevent infection.They unbuttoned the scarves and pulled them away from their necks.The late nun's hair was soaked with sweat and pressed against her head, but her face was still flushed with peace, reminiscent of that afternoon in the garden.They unknotted the monk's gown from the shoulders and cut it down the front, removing the painfully sweat-soaked fabric.Where the tumor had grown, the monk's uniform and sleeveless shirt were tightly attached to the skin, and they were very careful when they opened them.When she was ill, this part of her body hurt so badly that the nuns always stood aside if they met her in the corridor, so as not to touch it and make her cry out in pain.It was somewhat strange that she remained silent now that they were tugging at the clothes roughly there.The clothes and muscles there bulge like hillocks, the size of a small melon, and the clothes are half-soaked with sweat, making them soft to the touch.It is not easy to untie clothes.Although Madalina was old, her bony fingers were surprisingly powerful; she jerked the thing out of her body, and it felt as if the entire tumor had come off.

The old nun let out a cry as the fat organ was torn off by her gloved hands.She was even more surprised when she looked down at the corpse.The skin over which the tumor had grown was intact: no wound, no bleeding or pus, nothing at all.Sister Lucrezia's fatal illness did not harm her body.This is of course a miracle.Had it not been for the foul stench that filled the little cell, they would have immediately knelt there, admiring the magnanimity of God.But the truth is, while the tumor is gone, the stench seems to be getting worse.So they turned their attention back to the patient himself.

It was ripped from the body and it fell into the nun's hands, a swollen bag of tumors like rotting organs, from which flowed black liquid, as if the good nun's internal organs had somehow leaked into the tumor. .Madalina let out a low moan in the suffocation.The bag slipped from her fingers and fell to the rocks below, shattering and spewing juices that splattered the floor.They made out its shape amidst the stench: black gore, intestines, viscera, the guts of an animal, really.Although the old nun hadn't worked in the kitchen for many years, she had seen many slaughtered animals and could tell the difference between human internal organs and animal internal organs.

It appears that the venerable Sister Lucrezia died not of a tumor, but of a pig piss full of pig entrails. Even without what we saw next, the discovery itself was surprising enough.And the next thing Maria saw, there was a silvery line on the skin of the corpse, wrapping around the edge of the shoulder, gradually darkening, reaching the collarbone, and disappearing under the sleeveless shirt she was still wearing.This time it was the young nun's turn to take the initiative, and she cut open the shirt, tearing it open until the body was completely naked on the bed. At first they didn't know what they were seeing.Naked Lucrezia was fair-skinned, somewhat like the complexion of the marble Madonna that stood beside the altar in the chapel.Her body was old, her belly and breasts were slack, showing signs of age, but she was a little fatter.This means that, for the portrait on it, she remains in good shape, enough to make her proportions clear.The lines in the painting become deeper at the collarbone, and the image becomes vivid. The lines snake like snakes and snake down from the tail, silver and green, very vivid. When the lines meander over the breasts, you can even see The snake's body moved under the skin.Near the right nipple, it wraps around the black areola, slides under the breast, and pops across the belly.Then, as it descends to her groin, the pattern is flattened in preparation for the snake's head.Years have thinned out her once-thick pubic hair, so what might have been hidden in the past is now in plain sight.

Where the snake's head should have been drawn, there is a soft and round male face: his head is tilted back, his eyes are closed, and he seems to be in a trance, but his tongue is as long as a snake's letter. It protruded from the inside and went all the way down into Sister Lucrezia's vagina.