Chapter 2 prelude

At midnight, the sleeping Father Peter Theosink suddenly felt a cold knife on his throat.Victor Karoski sneaked into the priest's bedroom without anyone noticing.Under the cover of the boundless night, Victor secretly cut the floor of his forbidden room with the knife in his hand, and sneaked out of the isolated confined room. It was the second time he had managed to escape from his own cell -- which was actually a 6ft by 10ft prison cell.He freed himself with a chain which he had fastened to the wall and a ballpoint pen refill. Father Syosink had insulted him, and now Victor wanted him to make amends.

"Don't try to talk, Peter." Victor covered Father Thyosink's mouth with his firm but gentle hand, while his knife had already cut the priest's face.He swipes up and down as if parodying shaving.Father Thyosink watched him, numb with fear, his eyes wide open, fingers digging into the sheets, feeling the weight of Victor's body on top of him. "You know why I'm here, don't you, Peter? Blink once if you know, and twice if you don't." Father Thyosink didn't react until he saw the knife stop in mid-air. He blinked twice. "Your ignorance is worse than your unreasonable rudeness. I have come to hear your confession, Peter."

A light of relief flashed across Father Theosink's face, very weak. "Do you repent of your abuse of those innocent children?" Cyosink blinked. "Do you repent of those blemishes on your priesthood?" One blink. "You have insulted so many souls and our Church, do you repent?" Another wink. "Not only that, you interfered with my disease treatment three weeks ago and deliberately made a decision to delay my return to serving God. Are you repenting?" A very obvious wink, very hard. "I'm glad to see your confession. The first three sins, I also confess and strengthen the confession sixfold in the name of the Holy Father and Hail Mary, but the last one..."

Victor's gray eyes gleamed coldly as he raised the knife and plunged it into his victim's mouth. "Peter, you must have no idea how much I like this." After about 45 minutes, Father Syosink died.He did not make a sound, and could not call the police to the porter, who was only a hundred paces away.Victor went back to his forbidden room and closed the door.The next morning, the petrified director of the institute found Victor sitting inside with dried blood on his body.But this is not what confuses the old director the most. What surprised him the most was that Victor looked completely indifferent, with cold but confident eyes.He asked for a towel and a washbasin, and all he said was, "I got some on me."