svetikya Chapter 172 Those who know, know.
Chapter 172 Those who know, know.
Chapter 172 Those who know, know.
"Not bad, not bad, at least you know to type 'GG' for me."
Chen Yuan silently gave Chris a thumbs up in his heart.
That guy played well, he practically delivered the enemy right to his doorstep.
He had just been thinking that life was as bland as plain water, and there was no new development at the cathedral.
Those people are probably still racking their brains trying to figure out "why exorcisms don't work," right?
The task popped up on the system panel.
[World Quest Triggered.]
World Mission (II): Destroy the evil spirit Bessiba Sherman.
[Failure penalty: None.]
Chen Yuan looked at those lines of text and raised his eyebrows slightly.
No punishment?
So generous?
But then he thought about it again and understood.
It's not that they're generous, it's that their level is too low.
From the pile of old books in the parish library, Chen Yuan divided the demons into three levels.
The highest level, the devil.
The devil is synonymous with Satan, or Satan is synonymous with the devil.
That's a true big shot, someone who can cause chaos in the world with just a flick of their finger.
Slightly less powerful than Satan are demon lords like Mammon, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub, each a legendary figure.
Level Two, Demon.
Pazuzu belongs to this level.
However, Pazuzu is one of the weaker demons, only daring to possess little girls. He can't even untie the ropes and is trapped by a bronze mirror.
If Pazuzu knew what Chen Yuan was thinking at this moment, he would probably be so angry that he would jump up and down in the ashes.
Unfortunately, it has already vanished into thin air.
Level 3, Evil Spirits.
An even worse character than Pazuzu.
The evil spirit Bessieba Sherman belongs to this level.
Chen Yuan felt more confident.
Suddenly, Kindeman, who had been listening nearby, spoke up.
"I remember you."
He looked at Ed and Rowling with a scrutinizing gaze.
When he was researching director Burke's case, he specifically looked up relevant information.
After all, it's hard to explain why a little girl would push a grown man out of a window; he could only think of it in the supernatural direction.
He had seen Ed and Rowling's names while researching.
This couple is quite famous; they are both researchers of paranormal phenomena.
They specialize in researching haunted houses and paranormal events.
Because the two are a married couple, they appear on camera together and are interviewed together, so they receive more attention than researchers who work alone.
The information states that Ed is the only exorcist recognized by the church, while Rowling possesses the mysterious power to see spirits.
But now...
Kindeman looked at Ed, then at Rowling.
The two men stood before Chen Yuan with humble postures and earnest, nervous expressions in their eyes, just like two students being called to the teacher's office.
Kindeman's gaze fell on Ed.
"Aren't you the only exorcist recognized by the church?"
The implication is clear: if you're an exorcist, why don't you do it yourself?
Ed:
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Rowling:
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The two exchanged a glance.
In his eyes, there was embarrassment, guilt, and a hint of panic, as if thinking, "This is it, I'm doomed."
Ed opened his mouth.
His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead.
Rowling sat beside her, her fingers unconsciously twisting together until her knuckles turned white.
A renowned researcher of paranormal phenomena?
That's what they say, but it's all business.
Otherwise, how will I make money? How will I support my family? How will I maintain the persona of a "renowned researcher"?
As for the title of the only exorcist recognized by the church.
That was bought with money.
Making regular offerings and paying fees on time is almost the same as paying protection money.
There's a lot more to this than meets the eye; he can only say that those who understand will understand, and he can't explain to those who don't.
Things had been going quite smoothly for the past few years.
He travels around giving speeches, publishing books, and appearing on TV shows, making a fortune.
The vast majority of those "ghostly incidents" that come to our door can be explained by science.
Rats, pipes, the normal noises of an old house.
If you really can't explain it, just say it's an "unsolved mystery" and you'll get away with it.
But this time is different.
If you walk on the dark too often, you might actually encounter a ghost.
The footage captured by those devices, the scenes witnessed firsthand, the real and inexplicable horrors—all shattered the personas they had built up over the years.
Exorcists and psychic abilities are all fake.
The only one who can save them now is this young priest in front of them.
Money is a small matter.
Life is the most important thing.
Seeing their reactions, Kindeokman instantly understood.
He's worked in the police station for so many years, what kind of situation hasn't he seen?
He was all too familiar with that guilty look in her eyes, that sweaty forehead, those intertwined fingers.
That's a typical reaction when a lie is exposed.
But he didn't say anything more.
He simply looked at Chen Yuan, awaiting a decision.
His role changed from the moment this conversation began.
He was no longer a detective, but Chen Yuan's assistant.
Chen Yuan stood up.
"Where is that house?"
Ed was taken aback.
Then a look of surprise appeared on his face, and his eyes lit up.
"Father Chen, would you be willing to help?"
Chen Yuan nodded.
"Let's go take a look."
The car stopped in front of a large house.
Ed stepped on the brakes and turned around.
"arrive."
Chen Yuan pushed open the car door and got out.
Kindeman came down from the other side and stood next to him.
Ed and Rowling also got out of the car.
Four people stood by the roadside, looking up at the house.
It is indeed a large house.
There is a big tree in front of the house. It is very tall, and its canopy is like a huge umbrella, blocking out half of the sky.
The tree trunk is very thick; it takes two or three people to encircle it.
The branches stretched out and twisted, like countless hands reaching towards the sky.
Chen Yuan's gaze lingered on that tree for a second.
Then he lifted his foot and walked into the house.
"Father!"
Ed's voice came from behind, tinged with nervousness.
Chen Yuan stopped and turned around.
Ed stood beside the car, his expression somewhat stiff.
"Aren't you...aren't you going to make any preparations?"
In his memory, exorcism rituals were very solemn events.
There need to be special costumes, various props, many scriptures to recite, and a lot of preparation.
So you went in wearing jeans and a t-shirt, empty-handed?
Chen Yuan's lips twitched. Why did all these people have the same problem?
He didn't speak, he just glanced at Ed.
Then he turned around and went straight into the house.
Seeing this, Kindeman followed.
Ed and Rowling stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.
"This...we're inside already?"
Ed's voice sounded uncertain, even a little weak.
Rowling didn't speak, she just stared at the dark door.
She had been inside before.
She knew better than anyone what was inside.
Intense malice, a chilling coldness, and the oppressive feeling of being watched by countless eyes.
The feeling was like someone, no, something was standing behind you, breathing close to your ear.
Can this young priest handle it?