Ten minutes later, Hugo finally arrived. Unlike the first time they met, Director Nicholas Hugo didn't have that frivolous look on his face today.
He had a solemn expression, wearing a black priest's robe, his blond hair was neatly combed, and there was a golden cross hanging around his neck. His follower Moyes followed him with a gloomy face, holding a glass water bottle in his arms.
Behind Hugo.
I have met Nicolas Hugo several times before, and based on this meeting,... he can be considered a reliable man even if he doesn't speak. It's a pity that although Director Hugo can speak Chinese very well, he still doesn't quite understand silence.
This is the golden principle.
"Hey, all the brothers are here. Why don't we see you, Boss Hao? Where is that old boy hiding?" When he saw us, Hugo's face returned to the expression we were used to seeing. In addition to his glib tongue, he also
He has more of a playful smile...it's a pity that he looks like this today
"Ahem..." Moyes coughed a few times with a sullen face. His face was already covered in ice. If he hadn't touched the water bottle in his hand, I doubt he could have dragged Hugo away directly.
"Haha" Hugo laughed a few times and put away his exaggerated expression: "Everyone, since everyone is here, let's go in."
The victim's family was already waiting at the door. It could be seen that this was not the first time they met Hugo. After a few polite words, they brought Hugo, Moyes and others into a room on the top floor of the villa. I, Sun
Fatty and Pojun followed at the end and also entered the room.
The original layout of the room is completely lost. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought it was an exhibition room that collects crosses and statues of Jesus. The windows of the room are closed, and the surrounding walls are covered with various paintings depicting the crucifixion of Jesus.
Crosses of various materials are hung in almost all places where things can be hung.
Hugo and others gathered in the center of the room. Today's protagonist is a man in his forties. He is lying on the bed, covered with an extra-thick velvet quilt. The three of us stood at the outermost periphery, only looking at
Probably, I didn't even see the man's specific appearance clearly.
After Fatty Sun stretched his neck and took a few glances, he curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "It's only the beginning of October, how can such a thick quilt cover the maggots?" Po Jun was afraid of being overheard, so he gave Fatty Sun a look and said: "
Just watch it, no need to comment, we can call it a day after they finish it."
On the other side, Hugo circled around the male protagonist. The expression on his face did not change at all, and it was unclear how sure he was about this exorcism.
After a few turns, Director Hugo turned back to a woman in her thirties and asked: "Sister Wu, when did your husband's condition start to deteriorate?" Director Hugo was confused, but he was still able to
His tone of voice was calm and soothing, and with the cross in his hand and a slight frown on his face, he really had the attitude of a high-minded... priest.
The woman surnamed Wu has a very strong character. Tears lingered in her eyes for a long time, and she forced the tears back: "I received the cross you sent the day before yesterday, and I hung it on my husband's bedside as you requested.
, it was effective at that time, and my husband had a good sleep for the first time in half a year. I thought our family’s nightmare would end like this. Unexpectedly..."
Speaking of this, the expression on the face of the woman named Wu became a little pale, and her tone of voice trembled slightly when she spoke. It was obvious that the situation at that time caused a lot of damage to her heart: "Just
At about three o'clock in the morning the next day, my husband suddenly broke free from the restraints, put the cross you gave him in his mouth and bit it into pieces. At that time, he bit the corner of his mouth and it was covered with black blood. This is what happened after that.
." As she said that, the woman opened the velvet quilt covering the man.
The people around us didn't say anything when they saw it. Fatty Sun and I were very curious, so we took a few steps forward and squeezed to the front. It was okay not to look at it, but after taking a look, we gasped at the same time.
This man was tied to the bed with the restraints used to bind mental patients. Generally, three restraints are enough for mental patients, but this man had more than a dozen restraints densely tied from the neck down. It was like nails on his body.
A layer of wood.
What made me gasp was not the restraint belt, but the man inside. His whole body was naked, and his body was divided into yin and yang poles. The left side of his body was covered with a layer of white frost and was still breathing cold air. The right side of his body was already roasted red.
, traces of hot air also came out. The hot and cold air currents met above him, forming a thin layer of mist.
At this time, the man was staring at Hugo and sneered for a while. One side of his hair was frozen with ice, and the hair on the other side had been burned by his own anger. Looking at this yin and yang head, I didn't feel funny.
.
Hugo and the man on the bed stared at each other for more than a minute. Hugo suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped the man in the face. "Pop!" The sound of the mouth was so clear that the slap made everyone laugh.
Startled.
"This is part of the exorcism, Sister Wu. You have to avoid the rest. Don't worry, the Lord will be with you." Hugo said after smoothing his slightly out-of-shape hair.
The woman surnamed Wu was also a devout church member. After hearing Hugo's words, she did not say anything. After making a cross on her chest, she took one last look at her man, and then left the room silently. A member of her family
He also followed behind and left the room together.
"Foreign monk, what do you want to do with me? Slap me a few more times?" As soon as the woman left the room, the man tied to the bed spoke up. His voice was sharp and miserable. It sounded like someone was using
Nails scratch the glass.
Hugo looked at his face and slapped him again without saying a word. This slap was much harder than the previous one, drawing black blood from the man's facial features on the bed.
This time, the man was irritated by Hugo. He was so angry that he kept struggling on the bed. It seemed that he wanted to break free from the restraints and fight Hugo desperately.
Hugo tapped his index finger on the man's head: "Those two slaps are appetizers, don't worry, I will serve you a feast later..." He wanted to continue, but Moyes behind him finally
Unable to bear it any longer, he shouted a few words in Latin to Hugo. Hugo was not very convinced and replied with a sentence in Latin. Moyes glanced at him and lowered his tone a few degrees. He didn’t know what he said.
Hugo was a little annoyed after hearing this, and turned back to his investigator and said: "Let's get started, let's send the devil back to hell, where he should be."
The investigators in the third room surrounded the man on the bed. One of them took out a glass bowl and handed it to Moyes. Moyes poured part of the water from the glass carafe into the bowl and handed the bowl to Hugo.
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Hugo took the bowl in his hand and began to mutter: "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I order you, the devil, to leave the body of this innocent person immediately and return to the place where you should go in hell.
....”
The man on the bed sneered for a while, but he stopped laughing immediately. Holding the water bowl in one hand, Hugo dipped his other hand in the water and flicked a few drops of water onto the man's face.
The man screamed 'Ouch!', as if he had been burned by sulfuric acid. His arrogant arrogance disappeared without a trace in an instant. His whole body seemed to be paralyzed on the bed, trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes looked in horror.
With Hugo.
This was just the beginning, and Hugo had no intention of stopping. He continued what he had just said: "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit..." Then he flicked a few drops of water on the face of the man on the bed.
.
After going back and forth like this several times, more and more black blood flowed out of the man's facial features on the bed, and his struggle became faster and slower. It seemed that he couldn't hold on for a while longer.
When Hugo finished reciting the sutra again, before the water in his hand could be ejected, a burst of singing suddenly came from his pocket, "The vast horizon is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills..."
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