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"Who?" Hall asked.

"Robert, that's the person standing behind me just now." Marshall said.

"It's unfortunate." Hall sighed and shook his head.

"Anyway, Hall, there are things I have to do." Marshall held Hall's hands with both hands. "Maybe it will succeed? Hall, don't give up hope, never give up."

"I know, but... terrible." Hall turned his head to the other side, not looking at Marshall.

"You can treat them as hallucinations." Marshall comforted, but Hall's reaction was very agitated. It seemed that Marshall's words hurt his nerves.

"It's definitely not an illusion!" The expression on Hall's face was particularly exaggerated, and coupled with his pale and weak face, the whole face looked terrifying.

[After the funeral of Father Hall, the filming is over. 】

At this time, a system tone sounded in Marshall's mind.

Funeral? It seems that Father Hall will not be able to support it for a few days.

Marshall said in his heart.

"I see, Hall, you can take a good rest first, it will be fine." Marshall patted the back of Hall's hand, and then put the latter's hand back into the quilt.

Afterwards, Marshall called Dr. Hunt in, and then left Father Hall's room by himself. At this time, Robert also planned to go back to his home, but some told Marshall that he would come to him in two days.

After putting the nautical chart back in the suitcase, Marshall slept on the bed, and he still needs to rest.

He slept for about twelve hours this night, and he was awakened.

Seeing Marshall awake, Bean said his message, "Father Marshall, Father Hall... he seems to be dead."

Is it so fast? Marshall thought.

However, his look and actions were completely different from his mental state, "What!" Marshall exclaimed, then lifted the quilt, "How could it be, it was fine yesterday."

"Father Hall was not good yesterday..." Bean muttered softly.

When I came to Father Hall's room, it was already full of people.

"Doctor Hunter, Father Hall..." Marshall found someone he knew well.

"Sorry, please." Dr. Hunt shook his head, "I have all checked. Father Hall has indeed passed away. He has no heartbeat or breathing, and he cannot be alive."

Marshall looked at Hall on the bed, and he was indeed no longer angry.

…

Three days later, the funeral was held.

Because Father Hall's popularity and character are very good, so many people attend the funeral.

"Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous; love is not boasting or arrogant; it does not do shy things, does not seek self-interest, does not easily get angry, does not count people's evil, does not like unrighteousness, only Love the truth, tolerate everything, believe everything, hope everything, endure everything. Love never stops."

Marshall chanted the eulogy in his hand aloud, and Father Hall was buried after the chanting.

After the funeral, Marshall and Robert walked back to the Morning Star Church.

"Will I be like this in the future?" Robert asked Marshall next to him.

"It should be." Marshall told the truth, without concealment or deception.

"Can't you lie to me?" Robert smiled, but what was revealed in this smile was bitter.

"You can pretend not to hear." Marshall raised his head and glanced at the sky. The blue sky and white clouds were clearly refreshing, but they couldn't be happy.

"What are you going to do next?" Robert changed the subject.

"I want to go back and deal with the accumulation." Marshall turned to look at Robert's eyes. "Don't worry, I will not forget what I said to you. I will ask the bishop to transfer to Port Molov. Maybe in the future, Morningstar Church will be my home."

"Actually, you don't have to be this way, but Father Marshall, if you insist on doing this, that would be great." Robert patted Marshall on the shoulder, but this one was a bit heavy.

Marshall grinned, "When I leave, don't act rashly. Just collect evidence of human trafficking. Maybe there is a deeper conspiracy inside."

"Don't you let me see innocent children being trafficked just like this and be indifferent?" Robert increased his tone.

"How long do you think Pymon has done this kind of thing?" Marshall did not directly answer Robert's question.

"I don't know, it may be a long time." Robert shook his head, saying that he was not clear.

"Which side would you choose to sell between street children and children from normal families?" Marshall continued to ask.

"Of course it's stray kids, no one cares even if they disappear... Don't you mean?" Robert finally reacted.

"If I remember correctly, Lev killed a lot of homeless people and prostitutes? Of course, this may not be the main reason, but it should also have a certain impact. Although I don't know how much human trafficking is profitable, but it can make Pimong The accomplices of Molov port took the risk to kidnap children from normal families. The money involved may be huge. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has formed an industrial chain. If you act rashly, maybe they don’t mind killing more. One person, or... sell you together." Marshall said his thoughts.

In fact, there are still some things I haven't said. Although Molov Port looks very prosperous on the surface, it has been seriously corrupted internally. It can be seen from the situation of the police station that maybe there may be high-level personnel among the friends of Pimeng. Not necessarily. For these people, if they do not touch their interests, they may close one eye, but once their interests are affected, then they will definitely kill those who hinder them. .

Marshall thought.

"Okay." Robert agreed to Marshall's terms, but the expression on his face read a few words I don't want.

"Don't be depressed, you can keep all your depression now, and after we find the real man behind the scenes, you can vent all your unhappiness on him." Marshall added a little attraction to Robert's expectations.

"Oh, forget it. When are you going to leave?" Robert waved his hand, unwilling to continue talking about the topic just now.

"Tomorrow." Marshall replied.

"So fast?" Robert was very surprised. He looked at Marshall's right foot. "Your injury is not healed yet."

"It's okay, it's almost done." Marshall moved his right foot, much better than before.

"I dreamed of Jenny when I slept last night. She was very painful..." Robert said with a false eye and finally said what he really wanted to say.

Marshall stopped. "Really..."

"I don't know what's going on. I also heard Jenny's voice while on the ghost ship." Robert pressed his right hand on his temple, as if thinking of these things would give him a headache.