The Pope I Killed Was Just an Alt Account?

Bai Zhu strolled along after leaving Junk Mountain.

The nights in Meteor City were long and lively.

Some people were robbing others, some were being chased all over by their enemies, and some were pinned down in some corner, too afraid to even cry out loudly.

Bai Zhu did not stop.

He had no interest in meddling in such matters right now.

The Church drew near, a dim yellow light hanging behind a slope of garbage, almost gentle in this lawless place.

But places like this were often the most dangerous. The gentler something looked, the easier it was for blades to hide beneath it.

Bai Zhu's hand in his pocket touched the edge of the badge.

It was something Ella had obtained from the doctor, and it had also appeared in Sarasa's recording.

If he had guessed correctly, this thing was most likely a pass.

The question was, a pass to where?

Bai Zhu stopped near the Church without rushing inside.

A narrow road had been cleared ahead.

Garbage was piled high on both sides, yet no one dared throw anything into the middle of the road.

A line of people was moving forward.

Elderly people.

Children.

Disabled scavengers.

Bai Zhu sneered inwardly at the absurd sight.

People in Meteor City lining up was ridiculous enough on its own.

Bai Zhu crouched behind a pile of tires and watched the line for half a minute.

No one cut in line.

No one came to snatch the things in their hands.

No one even dared look around carelessly.

Whenever someone reached the entrance, they placed a hand over their chest, lowered their head, and were led inside by someone in a gray robe.

Bai Zhu saw a child holding half a loaf of bread in his arms.

When he reached