Enchanted By His Charm - Chapter 808

However, after hearing this, Irish is lost in her thoughts.

Irish turned on the computer as soon as she returned home and began searching for something about angels. The driver was right, and the man with swings was an angel that also had something to do with God. However, she failed to get some useful information.

Thinking for a while, Irish typed that sentence, trying to get some information but failed again. But anyway, now she was clear that it was related to Christians, she had no other choice but to look through the information on the website. A few minutes later, Irish was fascinated by a sentence that read the flood flooded the world; sulfur burned out bones; the power of judgment was about to return while all sins finally died out.

Irish stared at the screen since she felt that it sounded familiar with the sentence which she saw at the victim’s house.

What did the flood and sulfur mean? Irish looked at these two words, and soon, a light that she failed to catch earlier the day occurred to her again. She got up, rushed to the living room, and emptied everything from the drawer. Finally, she took out a painting that she had bought in South Africa. Irish still remembered the smile of the shop owner when she bought this painting there. It was a grocery store, but she was only interested in this painting. Irish remembered that it was a painting about God destroying this world.

Irish felt it sounded funny since she only knew that God built this world.

Standing there, Irish looked carefully at the painting.

The painting seemed very desolate, which adopted a deep color. The flood rolled up like a mat, and a man stood over the flood with his hand rising slightly. He looked into the distance with a heavy look. Irish felt that he was God. He built this world and then destroyed it, so he must feel frustrated.

A boat was floating over the flood, carrying a man and some animals. The man was looking back at God.

It must be Noah’s ark. Irish was enlightened.

On the other side of the picture was a raging fire, causing people to die.

The flood mixed with the fire had deep meanings. Although Irish was not a Christian, she also heard the story about Noah’s ark.

She put down the painting and was lost in her thoughts. She recalled the sentence on the wall and read it again and over again. ‘He flooded the city of God. If God’s city means man’s world, then it should be God who destroyed it. It sounded inconsistent. There must be something I am not clear about. And the idea that God destroyed the world may not be what people suppose.’ thought Irish to herself.

And then a word jumped out in Irish’s mind. It was the Bible! She had a bible at home. It was a gift from Pea in Light Town. She put this Bible on the bookshelf but never read it for once. A moment later, she finally found it. It was a small but exquisite bible. The earliest record of God destroying the world happened in Genesis, which was well-known to people, including Irish.

She walked back to the computer and began to search on the Internet again while browsing the Bible at the same time. She felt her eyes strained after looking over for a long while, and finally, she learned that God had destroyed the world three times in total.

The first generation was the flood destroyed the world, the seventh grandson of Adam, Enoch, and when the ark was completed, the flood came; the second generation, the generation of the Lord Jesus, was the first generation of the Lord Jesus, and Paul witnessed in 1 Corinthians the resurrection of the Lord, no more than 500 at most, and the third is present.

Irish frowned when seeing this. Was it the so-called moment of judgment? She had seen this in the apocalypse.

In the middle of the Bible, at 13:24, Jesus said to the people, “Try your best to enter the narrow door, and I tell you that many people will want to go in the future, but they will not.”

Irish did not understand what the narrow door was but also understood that it was a checkpoint that could avoid the pain of death.

In the Bible, Irish also saw the names of some angels, which were hard to remember, but there was a sentence that made her open, saying he had the power given by God to punish the world in the name of God.

This was also mentioned in the apocalypse. Of course, Irish did not have so much energy to read the whole Bible and searched the Bible for apocalypse on the Internet. Only then was she surprised to find that flood and sulfur were used before and after the death of God. There were angels under God, one of whom had a very special ability and was an angel specially designed by God to punish the wicked.ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

The angel, who was in charge of despair and looked like a butterfly, was the most dangerous of all the betrayal angels. When Noah’s Ark was made, he had appeared once, destroying everything in the world with floods!

Irish opened her eyes wide, with a thick Bible under the palm of her hand. She quickly turned to the corresponding chapter and breathed. This angel was indeed recorded in the Bible, its name was Sierra, desperate angel, the most representative-fallen angel.

Evil angel.

Irish heard Jay mention it.

Her heart was cold, she quickly called Jay, and the first sentence was, “I think I knew the direction of your investigation, this matter, or with fallen angels, the important thing was that your previous thinking was wrong, fallen angels may not be a person, but the title of an organization, there should be several people together to form a “fallen angel.”

Jay was surprised and let her say the details.

Irish told Jay the information she had found and sent him all the pages of the Bible, the paintings bought in South Africa, and the information about God, explaining that what he had seen before and after was not a totem but a portrait of God.

Jay received it quickly.

Finally, Irish asked Jay, “Have you figured it out? Once you start working on this case, you take it back to the drug dealer.”

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Irish sighed and did not say any more.

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When the day was just under light, it began to rain outside the window, and the rain crackled on the glass, telling the vitality of nature.

Irish was not woken up by the rain but by the ringtone of her cell phone.

She slept, a little confused, still half asleep and half awake. When she heard the phone ring, she reached out and touched it. Half her face was buried in the pillow, and her phone was stuck to her ear.

“These two days, it has cooled down, bring two more thick clothes.”

Such as the beautiful voice of the cello rippling in her ear, familiar and pleasant.

“Mm-hmm.” She was so sleepy that she elongated her voice from her nasal cavity.

“Do you hear me?” She was patient over there.

Irish was annoyed by the quarrel, and for a while, she turned over in a dream, holding a pillow in her arms and vaguely saying, “Oh, Joseph. Don’t bother me to sleep. I’m so sleepy. Help me clean up.”