Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

In the suite, the knocking on the door continued.

Boom boom boom...

Nerela's expression became extremely strange. She looked outside the door through the cat's eyes, but there was nothing.

The two suites on the opposite side are occupied by bishop Ruth and driver Kerrell.

Neither of these two people is the kind of person who likes to joke, and it is impossible to do such a boring thing.

Of course, even if they used to like to joke, after entering Vader Cult, this habit has probably been wiped out.

"call……"

Nerela took a deep breath helplessly, took off the safety catch on the door, and then grabbed the doorknob.

"No matter who you are, you've managed to piss me off."

With that said, he turned the doorknob and pulled it open.

Outside the door, there was no one there.

In the corridor, the lights are still on.

The knock on the door stopped abruptly.

"what's the situation?"

Nerela wore a bathrobe and looked at the situation in the corridor. The interior decoration of the hotel is very luxurious, and the space is very large, and the corridor is also very long, so she glanced back and forth, and then saw the elevator entrance at the end of both sides.

"No one knocked?"

There is no so-called cover, such a long corridor, although it is possible to quickly run to the end and hide.

but……

What's the point of knocking, is it just a joke?

That was just too malicious.

"Whoever you are, don't let me catch you, otherwise, I promise you will die a miserable death."

Nerela said something with a sullen face, then turned her head and went back to the room, and closed the door hard.

Then, she went back to the bed, took out the mirror by the bed and took a look.

in the mirror.

Her eyes were even more bloodshot, as if she had been staring wide open and hadn't closed them.

It's just strange that she found that her brown pupils seemed not as deep as before.

It's like taking off the contact lenses and losing a layer of highlight.

"Is this good news? Maybe it's not a fungal infection, maybe it's just because I haven't had a good rest recently."

Nilela, who was originally unhappy because of the "prank", was slightly relieved after seeing the change in her eyes.

She even smiled to herself, and said to herself, "If it's really a fungal infection, maybe other people who are in the same car as me will also be infected by me."

"Time to turn off the lights."

After speaking, she put the mirror back and pressed the light switch by the bedside.

Snapped……

In the suite, it became pitch black in an instant.

However, in the next second, there was only a snap, and the lights turned on again.

"Huh? Did I see something just now?"

Nerela sat up suddenly from the bed, staring at the door strangely, with a trace of panic in her expression, seeming at a loss.

Just after turning off the lights, the moment the room fell into darkness, she vaguely saw a silhouette flashing across the door.

Much like the shadow of a person...

For some reason, Nerela felt a strange feeling in her heart, but this feeling suddenly appeared for no reason. She was very irritable and desperately wanted to know what she was seeing.

So, while staring at the door, she pressed the light switch with her hand.

Snapped……

The lights are turned off.

"fuck?"

Nerela's complexion instantly became extremely ugly, and she couldn't help but exclaimed.

The moment the lights were turned off, she saw that thing this time because her eyes never shifted.

It was a black figure with blurred outlines and gender, even its outlines were blurred, and the only identifier was a pair of eyes.

Bloodshot,

With unabashed malice.

Nerela couldn't help trembling. Even though she was a follower of the Vader religion, she had killed at least dozens of people with her own hands, but she had never experienced such a thing.

"I should go to the bishop, only she can solve this kind of thing."

In Vaderism, ordinary believers only acted as executioners, and the more core information was in the hands of the bishop, that is, Ruth who gave orders.

Thinking of this, Nerela immediately pressed the light switch, but to her horror, the light didn't turn on, and the whole room was completely dark.

"Damn! Damn!"

Nerela frantically pressed the switch, but it didn't work at all, as if the power was cut off, and the whole suite was dead silent.

i have to run...

The idea of ​​escape suddenly appeared in her mind, and she was about to get off the bed immediately.

Sudden……

At this moment, the quilt on the bed seemed to be controlled by some kind of force, covering her from head to toe.

She tried to resist, but her physical fitness, which was usually stronger than that of an adult man after exercise, had no effect. Not only did she not show signs of breaking free, but it also made the quilt even tighter.

then.

In the darkness, there was a crisp cracking sound...

Then there was a close series of sounds, and Nerela, who was wrapped in a sheet, floated in the air directly, like twisting a towel, her head and feet began to turn, heck...

The blood was squeezed out in an instant, soaking the sheets and dripping onto the bed.

Then, there was a bang...the sound of a heavy object falling on the bed.

outside the door...

The driver who was facing the door, and who had looked at Nerela, was in Corell's suite.

She had just fallen asleep at this time, and her consciousness was still half asleep.

Suddenly, she frowned, and vaguely heard a very regular and extremely mechanical knock on the door.

...

May 22, 7:09 am.

Northbrook, rainy day.

Du Wei was sitting by the window, looking out the window with a tired face. There was a lot of thunder, and the dripping raindrops hit the window, which made people very upset.

That weird bus only appears on rainy days, and it can ignore space, as long as it is raining in the city, it may appear.

"I hate rainy days."

Du Wei took a deep breath and shook his head.

The nightmare lasted for too long, and his mind and body were so tense that there was almost no room for relaxation. When he woke up, the entire bed sheet was wet.

The sense of crisis brought by the nun almost made him breathless. He could only try his best to adjust his state and maintain the good quality that a psychiatrist should possess at any time.

That is - calm, rational, and look at the development of things from the perspective of a bystander.

Get out of the bedroom.

Come to the bathroom.

Du Wei turned on the tap and quietly looked at the bottom of the sink.

The fine water flow quickly rose.

He didn't see that familiar, wrinkled woman's face.

Du Wei washed his face, and when he raised his head again, he had returned to his previous appearance in the mirror, with a white and stern face, three-dimensional features, and looked extremely attractive.

Apart from the fact that his eyes are too calm, which makes people have a strange feeling of being directly looked into his heart, his attraction to any woman is much greater than that of ordinary people.

"Wait a minute, I seem to smell blood..."