American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

When you walk out of the room, you will see the familiar corridor and living room. The area is not too big, nor is it very beautiful.

There is just a set of sofas and a TV, and there are not even any extra things. The only things that are there are water dispensers, shaking electric fans and pictures of great figures and founding generals on the wall that are changed every year.

It's simple, but it's a scene that has been buried in the depths of his memory. Yorkshire or Ning Weize stood in front of the TV screen, subconsciously looking at the figure reflected on the black screen. His mood was a little complicated for a moment, and he couldn't explain it. unknown.

At the beginning of traveling through the parallel world, he sat in Pluto Church for a while, thinking about his home in his previous life and his parents in his previous life. He also used this special identity to deceive Santan and let him Go back to hell.

Logically speaking, the state of mind should be calm.

But now that he really entered this scene created by him, even if he knew it was fake, he actually felt a little timid.

"Afraid of being close to home?"

Yorks touched his face, which he had almost forgotten, and smiled.

"Then be Ning Weize who only has forty minutes left..."

"Still not coming down yet!"

His mother's voice was still shouting, exactly as he remembered it. Ning Weize curled up his lips and started to go downstairs.

Long-standing memories flooded back again. Although his hometown said it had three floors, which sounded affluent, in fact his parents were just farmers, and the three-story house was actually just a self-built house in the countryside. Compared to The surrounding neighbors often have four- or five-story buildings, which are pretty good.

But in real comparison, his three-story building has a higher utilization rate.

Therefore, in his previous life, his family was not considered very wealthy. In order to support him as a medical student, the family's originally sustainable financial situation was stretched to the point where they were frugal and even reluctant to buy meat.

"That's six whole years..."

Ning Weize had a look of memory on his face, turned around and went downstairs to the dining room on the first floor.

The moment I turned around, the familiar smell of my hometown hit my nostrils.

Ning Weize looked at his father sitting on the stool and his mother standing with the dishes and chopsticks spread out. Looking at the familiar face, he subconsciously stopped where he was.

"kindness?"

The mother, who had white hair mixed with black hair and a face that bore traces of farm work, put down her chopsticks and sat down with a look of loneliness on her face.

"Why are you standing there giggling like a fool if you haven't come over to eat?"

As soon as these words came out, the father, who also had white hair mixed with black hair and had a traditional father-like silence, also raised his eyebrows and looked over.

"I just encountered something very happy." Ning Weize rubbed his nose, smiled brightly, walked over, pulled up a stool and sat down, smiling at the two doubtful eyes.

"Because I have a girlfriend! I also got my doctorate certificate, and a letter of appointment from a tertiary hospital..."

…………………………………………

Snapped! Cracks appeared around it, and eventually the environment inside collapsed.

Looking at his parents sitting at the dinner table, their smiles and movements all still, York's eyes were soft and he stepped forward to hug them one by one.

"goodbye."

As the voice fell, the holy light bursting from his body caused more cracks to appear in the fragile space around him that was on the verge of exploding.

[Twenty points of holy power have been used]

[…]

Snapped! Pieces of space debris fell off quickly, revealing their original appearance.

There were very dirty bathrooms stained with blood everywhere.

Yorks blinked. His posture was still the same as before, holding the gun in one hand and pointing the muzzle straight at the corner. The air humidifier at his feet was still working fiercely, emitting clouds of mist.

This seemed to prove that the dozens of minutes he spent in the hallucination space actually passed by in an instant.

"Thanks."

York's eyes flashed with memories that were actually dozens of minutes for him, and he thanked the shadow that showed its true form in the corner, thanking it for allowing him to see his parents in his mind again and realize the illusion. emotional catharsis.

In an instant, blood like flowing water appeared on the wall, seeming to be combined into several words, but stopped in place when the next sentence sounded.

"But you're still going to die!"

Yorks remained indifferent, not even bothering to see what the so-called spirit of the room had to say. He directly pulled the trigger and fired the last five sacred grenades in the empty wheel at the shadow on the wall.

Boom boom boom! ! !

As the gunfire exploded, each shot penetrated the shadow and exploded the shadow. It also cracked the wall tiles in the corner, splattering rubble on the ground and revealing a small hole.

Roar!

As a painful howl sounded, York's indifferent face finally showed signs of change. He glanced at the corner, silently put away the gun, turned around and walked out of the dirty bathroom, neatly and neatly.

[…]

[Task: Exorcise the spirit from the room (completed)]

[Task reward: +2 attribute points (already issued)]

[…]

at the same time.

In the VIP elevator on the first floor, a group of people are controlling this contracted passage.

The black hotel manager and other staff, the official Jeffrey and other police officers, the two sides are clearly distinct.

But everyone was in the same state, that is, silent, waiting for the elevator lights to turn on.

In this silent atmosphere, a hotel staff member just put away the phone and whispered a few words into the ear of the black manager Olin.

"Manager, Mr. Mike who wants to stay in Suite 1408 is still here. He just asked the front desk to reserve Suite 1408 for him when the guests check out. He also said that he knows that there has been a death in Suite 1408, so there must be no guests. Check in, we are lying to him.”

Olin glanced sideways at the staff, glanced around subconsciously, and finally stopped at the elevator light, which had not been turned on, and whispered.

"So even though he knew about the rumors about the death room, he still sat in the lobby and waited?"

"Yes."

Manager Olin sighed inwardly. He didn't know why some people always wanted to die. They all knew that suite No. 1408 was a death room.

"Give him a free stay in the presidential suite and let him give up this unrealistic idea."

"yes!"

The staff responded in a low voice and prepared to leave the scene. At this moment, the numbers symbolizing someone entering the elevator began to move, and they were falling one floor after another.

Everyone reacted. Jeffrey and other police officers representing the official organization stared at the falling numbers, and their right hands were subconsciously placed next to the holster on their waists.

"etc!"

Only Manager Olin narrowed his eyes and prevented the staff member from leaving.

As they watched, the numbers slowly changed from fourteen to twelve, to eleven, and finally to one.

Everyone backed away slowly, subconsciously holding their breath and staring at the elevator doors that had not yet been opened to both sides.

Click!

As the elevator doors began to slowly move to both sides, their moods also increased.

When it finally reached its maximum limit, the elevator revealed the priest inside. Everyone was ups and downs and relaxed.