A full blood-red moon hung in the clear and cloudless night sky, and a blood-red light enveloped the entire city. At this moment, it has entered the middle of the night, the lights are out, and it is dark. There was only one old mansion on the entire street, with a dim yellow glow from the window. 

The locked door hanging in the hallway, at the end, was covered with various crosses, and there was a regular dull sound of something pounding against the door, and a cacophony of fingernails scratching.

The clatter of the cross on the door rattled violently, and an eerie shout came from behind the door.

"Hungry, I'm so hungry......"

"Mom and Dad, where are you, I'm so hungry......"

"Let me out."

The woman holds a cross in her hand and has words in her mouth. The sound of stinging, stinging, scratching became more and more harsh, and the woman's hands trembled more and more.

"Merciful Lord, I ask for your forgiveness, for mercy and redemption, for the salvation of my children."

And at the door of the Smith Mansion, Nietzsche, who was carrying a handbag, took the last puff of his cigarette, read the information released by the bullshit system again, and sighed deeply, "When will this shit dream come to an end, and if I continue like this, I will really become a psychopath, right?" ”

I don't know when he was haunted by this immersive and real dream.

He will become a person in a dream state to solve problems that often have a supernatural element to them. And he couldn't wake up from his dream until the trouble was completely resolved.

And this time, the note he dug out of his pocket was [Haunted Incident at Smith House].

Nietzsche, pretending to be a priest, patted the dust off his body, combed through the carefully fabricated background of the clergy in his mind, and rang the doorbell of Smith's house like an insurance salesman preparing to come to the door.

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The man paced back and forth at the door of the house, looking at the hands of the dial from time to time, until the sudden ringing of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts, and he hurriedly opened the door, and a strange young face appeared in front of him. Dressed in the black robes of the clergy, he nodded at the man, a kind smile squeezed out of his pale face, "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Smith." I'm Father Nietzsche, who came here tonight to do the exorcism. ”

The man known as Smith looked up and down at the young face in front of him and asked suspiciously, "No, we have an appointment with Father Connor." ”

"That's right."

Nietzsche politely explained, "Father Connor was promoted to serve God in heaven last week. ”

"Huh? How so? ” 

Smith was stunned, completely unaware that Father Connor would suddenly die.

Nietzsche said lightly, "I heard that he was exposed to the use of the genitals of a little boy, so he was shot." ”

“……”

"Relax, Mr. Smith."

Nietzsche patted him on the shoulder and said with relief, "I am the top three exorcist priests in the monthly KPI assessment of the Holy See, the second place on the hell assassination bounty list, and I am nicknamed Hellpriest." ”

"Hell still has a bounty list? So who is number one? ”

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"The first place, of course, is God, his old man."

“……” 

However, at this moment, the Smiths were already panicked, and hurriedly invited the young priest into the house and brought him to the door of their son's room.

The real crosses hanging on the door began to crack, and the moment Nietzsche turned the doorknob, a cold cold air gushed out, and even the breath came out of the white air. 

A little boy with his hands and feet tied to the bed, his pale face crawling like a spreading whisker, his eyes only a pure black hue, and a strange and penetrating smile when he saw the priest appear. 

The crosses hanging on the wall all rotate and turn upside down, 

Nietzsche looked at the demon with a fierce face in front of him, suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist, and pointed the gun at the little boy on the bed in the stunned eyes of the Smiths. 

"I'm sorry, I have to make sure, after all, there were often disobedient children who disguised themselves as demon-possessed in order to avoid class." 

After saying that, Nietzsche directly pulled the class and shot the little boy in the forehead, and the blood dyed the pillow on the bed scarlet, but the little boy tied to the sheet still roared hideously. 

The wound on his forehead healed in an instant. 

The male protagonist who saw this scene screamed frantically, grabbed Father Nietzsche's collar and scolded, "You are crazy, what if you beat my son to death?" ” 

Nietzsche unloaded his magazine and explained lightly, "Usually he will be killed along with his parents, and then report to the Holy See that the three demons have been eliminated." ” 

Smith was stunned, what kind of beastly behavior this is. 

"Okay, I've confirmed that I'm really possessed by a demon, and I've started exorcism." 

Nietzsche crouched down and unzipped his backpack, holding a variety of knives on one side, including scalpels, boning knives, bone saws, and more. 

The man's heart was pounding, is this an exorcism or a corpse? 

The hostess, who didn't dare to speak, asked weakly, "May I ask the priest, this is also an exorcism prop?" ” 

"Yes, what's the problem?" 

The man asked, "No, don't the exorcisms I watch on TV all hold Bibles in my hands and recite the real names of demons, so that God can carry out precise strikes in heaven?" ” 

"That was the old school way of exorcism, because the victim's family complained to the Holy See, saying that we can't kill the devil but only expelle hell, and suspect that the church deliberately colluded with the devil to possess him in order to make more money. 

Nietzsche put on his sterile gloves and explained, "Because demon-possessed little boys heal quickly even if they are fatally wounded, if poor families can't afford to exorcise them, we will first send demon-possessed little boys to black market hospitals for organ harvesting, and then buy and sell human organs to pay for exorcism." ” 

…… 

The silent male protagonist suddenly asked, "Priest, I'm sorry, I take the liberty of asking, which church did you serve in before?" ” 

Nietzsche replied lightly, "Hell's Kitchen, what's wrong?" ” 

"That's fine." 

Nietzsche finally pulled out a human skull from the bag, and there was a hole left in the place of the heavenly spirit cover. Before Mr. and Mrs. Smith spoke, they said with serious expressions, "This is Father Connor's holy relic, and the next scene of the exorcism may be a bit bloody and risky, are you sure you want to stay in the room any longer?" 

Mr. and Mrs. Smith looked at each other, and eventually the man decided to stay. 

Nietzsche, on the other hand, picked up a glass bottle and said in his mouth, "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, the devil, I command you to leave his body." ” 

After saying that, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured the liquid in the glass bottle on the little boy's face, and a cloud of white smoke rose in an instant, and the skin on his face was also burned and festered, and the possessed demon let out a miserable scream. 

"Thank you, Lord, that it is worthy of the Holy See's holy water." 

Although the son's painful look distressed the father, all this was a necessary step, and he drew a cross on his chest and said, "Sure enough, the holy water has an effect on the devil." ” 

"You misunderstood, Mr. Smith, this is not holy water." 

Nietzsche corrected in a serious way, "It's concentrated sulfuric acid." ” 

"FUCK, I've put up with you for a long time!" 

Smith grabbed Nietzsche by the neck and cursed, "You're a liar, say, are you trying to kill my son?" ” 

"Calm down, Mr. Smith, the first step in exorcism is to make the demons in your body feel real pain." 

Nietzsche's calm face could not see the slightest joy and anger, he looked directly into the other party's angry eyes, and said, "This gentleman, you don't want your son's body to be occupied by demons all the time, do you?" ” 

The hesitant Smith was finally convinced, and he let go of his hand and continued to look with anger. 

Nietzsche then pulled out a handful of white powder from a black clay pot and forcibly broke the boy's mouth. 

However, the demon squeezed out a mocking look at him, and sneered in an old and hoarse voice that did not fit his age, "Have you read too many novels, priest? Salt is useless for me. ” 

"Shhhh 

Nietzsche smiled meaningfully and explained, "This is not salt, it is the ashes of priests who like little boys." ”