Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

　　 In the suite, the knock on the door continued.

　　咚咚咚......

　　 Nerella's expression became extremely strange, she looked out the door through the cat's eyes, but there was nothing.

　　 The two suites opposite, lived with Bishop Ruth and the driver Currier.

　　 These two people are not the kind of people who like to joke, it is impossible to do such boring things.

　　 Of course, even if they used to like to make jokes, after entering Vinda Cult, this habit is probably already obliterated.

　　 "Huh..."

　　Nairella took a deep breath of helplessness, took off the safety bolt from the door, and then held the door handle.

　　 "No matter who you are, you have successfully angered me."

　　 said, he turned the door handle directly and pulled it open.

　　 There was no one outside the door.

　　 In the corridor, the light remains the same.

　　 The knock on the door stopped abruptly.

"what's the situation?"

　　Nerella put on a bathrobe and looked at the situation in the corridor. The interior of the hotel is luxuriously decorated, and the space is large, and the corridor is also very long, so she glanced back and forth and saw the elevator entrances at the ends of both sides.

　　 "No one knocks on the door?"

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

but……

What is the meaning of 　　 knocking on the door, just to make a joke?

　　 That is too malicious.

　　 "No matter who you are, don't let me catch you, otherwise, I promise you will die miserably."

　　 Nerella said with a sullen face, then turned to return to the room, and closed the door smoothly.

　　 Then, she returned to the bed and took a look at the mirror on the head of the bed.

　　 In the mirror.

　　 Her eyes are more bloodshot, as if they have been staring wide without closing them.

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

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

　　 "Is this good news? Maybe it's not a fungal infection, but maybe because I haven't rested well recently."

　　 Nerella, who was originally upset by the "prank", now heaved a sigh of relief after seeing the change in his eyes.

　　 She even smiled at herself and said to herself: "If it is really a fungal infection, maybe other people who are sitting in the same car with me will also be infected by me."

　　 "It's time to turn off the lights."

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

Snapped……

　　In the suite, it instantly became pitch black.

　　 However, the next second, only a pop was heard, and the lights turned on again.

　　 "Huh? Did I see something just now?"

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

　　 Just after turning off the lights, when the room fell into darkness, she vaguely saw that a silhouette suddenly flashed across the door.

　　 is like the shadow of a person...

　　 I don't know why, Nerella had a strange feeling in her heart, but this feeling appeared suddenly for no reason. She was very irritable, and eagerly wanted to know what she was seeing.

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

Snapped……

　　 The light turns off.

　　 "fuck?"

　　 Nerella's face turned extremely ugly in an instant, and she couldn't help exclaiming.

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

　　 is a black shadow, with a fuzzy outline, which makes it difficult to distinguish between genders. Even its outline is fuzzy. The only identifier is a pair of eyes.

　　 bloodshot, with undisguised malice.

　　Nerella couldn't help but tremble. Even though she is a believer of Vinda, there are at least dozens of people who have killed herself, but she has never experienced such a thing.

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

　　In Vaderism, ordinary believers only play the role of executioner, and the more core information is in the hands of the bishop, which is Ruth who gives orders.

　　 Thinking of this, Nerella immediately pressed the light switch, but to her horror, the light did not turn on and the whole room was dark.

　　 "Damn! Damn!"

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

　　 I have to run...

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

　　 suddenly...

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

　　 She tried to resist. The physical fitness that was usually stronger than an adult man had no effect after training. Not only did she show no signs of breaking free, but she also made the sheets tighter.

　　 Then.

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

　　 Then there was a tight series of noises, Nerella, wrapped in the sheet, floated directly in the air, like twisting a towel, his head and feet began to turn, and...

　　 The blood was squeezed out instantly, soaked in the sheets, dripping onto the bed.

　　 Then came the sound of a heavy object falling on the bed.

　　 Outside the door...

　　 The driver who is facing the door and has looked at Nerella in front of him, in Corel's suite.

　　At this time, she just fell asleep~www.ltnovel.com~ The consciousness is still half-dream and half-awake.

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

　　……

　　 May 22, 7:09 in the morning.

　　Northbrook, rainy days.

　　 Du Wei sat at the window, looking exhausted at the scene outside the window, the thunder was full, and the raindrops hit the window, which made people very upset.

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

　　 "I hate rainy days."

　　 Du Wei let out a suffocating breath and shook his head.

　　 The nightmare lasted too long. His mind and body were tight and 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 made him almost out of breath. He could only work hard to adjust his state and maintain the good qualities that a psychologist should have at any time.

　　 is-calm, sensible, and look at the development of things from the perspective of the bystander.

　　 walked out of the bedroom.

　　 came to the bathroom.

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

　　 The fine water flow quickly rose.

　　 didn't see the familiar, wrinkled female face.

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

　　 In addition to his eyes are too calm, which gives people a strange feeling of being looked directly at the heart, his attraction to any woman is much greater than the average person.

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