The Forbidden Chapter Page #2

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is no longer a disciple.

Master, forgive me.

I give you my life as a bond.

Pleasure has seven levels.

Ignore the first level, and you will

be brought down to the next,

and each level is deeper

than the previous one.

Brothers, this thing is called grenade.

It's an excellent weapon.

One of these can kill

at least ten people.

To use it, you press this lever,

put your finger in this ring

and pull it hard.

Then, with your outstretched arm,

throw the grenade

with all your might.

Now, brothers,

a volunteer to give it a try.

Come on.

Watch closely.

You have an outstretched arm.

Where are you going?

Bodily pleasure is the lowest level.

It's the story of the man who is

digging in the earth to find roots:

if he keeps digging

he will find treasure.

Master!

Forgive me!

Once you have opened the door

to Satan, he will never leave.

Then I have no choice!

God willing, I'll be forgiven!

God!

Sir, I didn't know anything.

These wretches didn't tell me anything.

If it pleases God,

He will pardon his sins!

If it pleases God.

Clean the courtyard.

Clean the courtyard!

Puppets for sale.

You want the stuff?

The money first.

Hurry up.

My community service, sister?

No, brother.

- You've got a quick hand!

- I'm not a thief.

We've found your puppets

at all the crime scenes.

Those puppets aren't mine, sergeant.

And you didn't steal

the playscripts, either.

Those I took,

but the puppets aren't mine.

Leila heard that someone

at the bazaar had old playscripts,

she asked me to get them

if it wasn't dangerous.

- Who is Leila?

- We share the house.

She gave those poor girls the dolls.

You don't believe me?

Ask her yourself.

Let me go!

This woman is being charged!

Let me explain!

Shut up. Take him!

Let me go, let me explain.

Grab that woman!

Where? Go and get the car.

Here!

This one had a record too.

Another streetwalker.

We fool ourselves thinking

we can stop them all,

but their business is too good.

The murderer has religious motives.

- You shouldn't say that.

- Shouldn't I?

Because then

the case becomes political.

In this city, they find a woman's

body in the garbage dumps every day.

But this time,

because of the newspapers,

the whole world is hearing about it.

Hey you,

this bastard doesn't want to pay me.

Can you teach him a lesson?

He's a little shrimp, if you go

near him he'll sh*t in his pants.

I didn't want to go with him,

but he insisted.

If you help me, I'll pay you.

Sir, for the love of God!

This is all I have, sir!

Take her away!

One!

Count!

Two!

How many?

Two.

Three!

What's going on?

I was looking for you.

Wait!

Freeze!

I found Leila's house.

The murderer was there.

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