svetikya Chapter 173 Something's Wrong with Caroline
Chapter 173 Something's Wrong with Caroline
Chapter 173 Something's Wrong with Caroline
She was unsure.
The two stood in the courtyard, staring nervously at the door.
One minute.
Two minutes.
three minutes.
Every second felt like a year.
Ed began to pray silently.
God, please let this priest be safe.
What will we do if something happens to him?
What will happen to our daughter?
Rowling was also praying.
Her palms were sweaty, clenched together, and her nails dug into her flesh.
"call"
A gust of wind blew by, and the weeds rustled.
Ed was startled and almost jumped up.
Rowling's face paled.
Just then, Chen Yuan appeared at the door.
Kim Deok-man followed behind.
The two walked out one after the other, their steps steady, their expressions calm, and their bodies clean and without any abnormalities.
Ed was taken aback.
Then he quickly went to meet him.
"Father, have you found anything?"
Chen Yuan's tone was indifferent.
There's nothing there.
He glanced back at the house.
"It's very clean here. Caroline really hit the jackpot by buying this house."
Ed was stunned.
What does that mean?
Rowling was also stunned, and then asked the same question.
"What...what does this mean?"
There are two reasons.
"6
Chen Yuan held up one finger.
"Or, this is yet another show that you all directed and acted in."
Ed: "6"
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Rowling:
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The two of them froze.
That's a very direct way of putting it.
Kim Deok-man, standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle.
Chen Yuan ignored their embarrassment and raised his second finger.
"Or perhaps the evil spirit has already left with Caroline's family."
Ed and Rowling's expressions changed instantly.
They looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.
Can the evil spirit leave that house?
Does that mean it can go anywhere?
Can I go to their house?
Can we find their daughter?
Rowling's face turned deathly pale, as white as paper.
"Father, what do we do now?"
Her voice was trembling, her lips were trembling, her whole body was trembling.
Chen Yuan glanced at her.
"Take me to the motel where they're staying now."
Motel.
The room was small and cramped, making it hard to breathe.
A large bed was placed against the wall, and two small beds were placed side by side, leaving only a narrow aisle between them.
The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the afternoon sunlight, making the room dimly lit, with only a bedside lamp on the bedside table emitting a dim yellow light.
The air is not circulating.
It was a mixture of various smells: the disinfectant smell of a cheap hotel, the smell of sweat from not having washed for days, the greasy smell of fast food, and an indescribable, rotten smell that made you instinctively want to stay away.
Caroline and her five daughters sat around the sofa and bed.
No one speaks.
It's very quiet.
It was eerily quiet.
The things that have happened these days are truly shocking.
Those inexplicable strange events, those unseen clapping sounds, those dragged bodies, the reflection in that mirror—all of these wore down everyone's spirits.
Nobody wanted to talk.
The youngest daughter curled up in the corner of the bed, clutching an old music box.
She held the music box tightly in her arms, as if it were her last refuge.
The second and third daughters squeezed onto the big bed, leaning against each other, their eyes closed, but their eyelashes kept trembling, they weren't asleep at all.
The fourth daughter sat on the armrest of the sofa, closest to Caroline, occasionally stealing a glance at her mother before quickly looking away.
The eldest daughter, Andrea, sat by the window, looking out at the parking lot through a gap in the curtains.
"Ring ring ring one"
The doorbell rang suddenly.
Sharp, piercing, like a knife slicing through the frozen air.
Everyone was startled.
The second and third daughters suddenly opened their eyes and their bodies trembled.
The fourth daughter almost slipped off the sofa armrest.
The youngest daughter hugged the music box even tighter and shrank into the corner.
Andrea's heart skipped a beat.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
Then she looked at Caroline.
Caroline did not respond.
She sat on the sofa, motionless.
My mother has basically been like this ever since we moved here.
He didn't speak, didn't move, and didn't react.
She seemed to be asleep, yet also awake, but the one who was awake was not her.
A strong sense of unease welled up in Andrea's heart.
The doorbell rang again.
"Ring ring ring"
She stood up and walked to the door.
He took another deep breath.
"Who is it?"
The voice trembled slightly.
"It's me, Ed, and Rowling."
The sound coming from outside the door made Andrea's tense nerves relax a little.
A hint of excitement appeared on her face as she hurriedly opened the door.
The door opened.
Several people were standing outside.
Ed, the paranormal researcher, came to our house last time.
Rowling, his wife, is also a researcher.
There was also a man in his forties wearing a gray trench coat, with a stern face and sharp eyes. Just standing there, he exuded an aura that made people dare not underestimate him.
And a young man.
A very young Asian man, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, stood there with his hands in his pockets and a detached expression.
His features were very defined, with a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows and big eyes. His skin was fairer than average, and in the dim light of the corridor, it seemed to be coated with a faint glow.
Andrea's gaze lingered on his face for a second.
It looks...good.
She paused for a moment, then came to her senses.
Ed saw her and asked.
"Where's Caroline?"
Andrea turned her gaze back.
"My mother is inside, just spacing out."
Ed nodded and turned to introduce the person behind him.
"This is J.K. Rowling, you've met her before."
"These two are Father Chen and..."
He looked at Kinderman.
I don't know the name yet.
Kindeman spoke up at the opportune moment.
"Kindeokman, just call me Kindeokman."
Ed nodded and continued.
"They're here to solve the problem."
Andrea stepped aside and ushered the group into the room.
The room wasn't big, and with several more people suddenly joining, it felt a bit cramped.
The air is even more polluted.
Ed's gaze fell on the sofa.
Caroline sat there.
The posture was exactly the same as when we last met.
Lean forward slightly, place your hands on your knees, and curl your fingers slightly.
His eyes were fixed on the coffee table in front of him, his eyelids never blinking.
His lips were slightly parted, as if he were saying something, but no sound came out.
It was as if my whole being had been put on pause.
Caroline.
Ed called out.
No response.
"I'll bring the priest with me."
There was still no response.
They didn't even turn their eyes to us.
Ed frowned.
Even he realized something was wrong.
He stepped forward, bent down, and moved closer.
"Caroline?"
There was still no response.
Ed straightened up and looked at Andrea.
"How did Caroline manage to get on top?"