Chapter 435

Forty minutes later.

The taxi stopped in a messy and dilapidated community.

More than 80% of the houses on both sides of the street have been completely abandoned.

Occasional guests.

Are some single old people, or immigrants from other countries with poor economic conditions.

The Parker family lived in a three story old folk house with an age of more than 60 years.

The wall skin falls off seriously.

The damage of the roof is simply covered with waterproof cloth.

This time.

A bald, fat middle-aged white man in a shirt pushed the door open, frowned and shouted, "Savannah, I told you!

If you spend all our money.

We have to move to the street tomorrow! "

Seeing Cole behind the woman, the man held out a hand and asked, "damn... Who is he

Facing her husband's criticism.

Savannah looked very anxious and quickly explained, "he is the Mr. Cole mentioned by father Lance. He is willing to help Molly and only charges us $20!"

"Twenty dollars?! my God... You paid a liar?! do you know how long it takes me to earn twenty dollars?!

Molly, I'll keep trying.

Now?

Get my money back!

Now! "

When talking.

The man deliberately avoided Cole's sight.

So as not to provoke each other.

Although he was grumpy and full of dirty words, he knew one thing very well in his heart: the guy in black windbreaker decided to be a cruel role he couldn't provoke.

The woman stood awkwardly in place, but did not dare to resist her husband.

I can only look at Cole and stop talking.

Cole stood where he was.

Take out the hand of death.

A leather black glove with dark body and fine grain on the surface is worn on the left hand.

Then he took out a cigarette, lit it, walked, stopped outside the house and said indifferently, "excuse me."

A man full of anger and doubt.

Step back.

Open your mouth.

But I dare not say anything threatening.

Hesitate and move.

After Cole passed him into the room, he frowned, turned and shouted, "if you dare to mess around and hurt my daughter, I'll call the police!

Do you understand? "

Ignore his threats.

Cole stopped in front of the old wooden stairs leading to the second floor.

Look up.

Squint.

Exhale a mouthful of muddy smoke.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, the house is no different except that it is in disrepair for a long time.

however.

The smell of corruption permeated the air, which only the psychic medium could perceive. It was like a lump of rotten meat, piled in a dark corner and fermented all summer.

The smell of the devil.

Savannah, who hurried into the house, looked at Cole's back in fear and said quickly, "Molly is in the bedroom on the third floor. We tied her to the bed."

Her husband, Dan Parker.

He gave her a cruel look, as if to say: if the money is wasted, don't want to eat this afternoon!

When Cole raised his foot and stepped up the steps.

A cold, insidious roar, mixed with vague and deep laughter, suddenly came down from the third floor.

It is completely different from the human hoarse and overlapping tone.

Like a ferocious beast.

Mr. and Mrs. Parker's face suddenly changed.

Savannah hid behind Dan, trembling and afraid to say a word.

The man frowned and became more and more angry. He couldn't help raising his head, pointing to the roof and yelling, "fuck him... That's the damn voice!

Get out of my daughter!

You son of a bitch! "

Cole stepped up the steps.

The little girl screamed and wailed in pain and continued to ring in the room!

Savannah, who had been tortured for more than a week, seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

He grabbed his husband's arm and clenched his teeth.

Even Dan, who had been full of dirty words and refused to accept anyone, became livid and stared at the upstairs at this moment.

After holding it for a long time, I couldn't stand the pain my daughter suffered. I stretched out my right hand and said angrily, "okay! Damn... As long as you can get rid of that son of a bitch, Mr. Cole.

How much money we are willing to pay! "

See each other ignore him.

Mr. and Mrs. Parker looked at each other and hurried to catch up.

Third floor.

The originally humble but warm little girl's bedroom.

It's like a cell for mental patients.

Board the windows.

The curtains are closed.

Scattered collapsed furniture, like garbage, piled in the corner of the room.

A strong stench that seemed to have not taken a bath for decades came to Cole's nose when he opened the door.

A little girl, about ten years old, with her limbs tied to the bedstead, lay on her back on the dirty and filthy sheets.

Her skin was gray and her blood vessels were clearly visible.

Teeth also become non-human serrated, flowing muddy thick yellow saliva.

Constantly struggling and roaring, sending out a low roar.

Occasionally, he imitated the little girl's original voice and screamed softly, "Dad! Mom! I'm in pain, help me... Let me get out of here, Wuwuwuwu..."

See Molly with more and more serious symptoms.

Savannah closed her eyes sadly and turned her head and didn't dare to look.

Dan clenched his fist tightly, filled with anger, but had nowhere to vent.

Until Cole stood by the girl's bed, ignoring the ferocious shape of the devil behind her.

Reach out and hold her mouth and look left and right.

Detected touch.

The girl's closed eyes suddenly opened. Her heavy gray pupils stared at Cole, but like a blind man, she kept twisting her chin, trying to feel the fuzzy figure standing in front of it.

Then he grinned and said, "another shepherd of God... No, you're not a member of the church."

Colson opened his hand and wiped the disgusting saliva on his fingers with a handkerchief. He was like a hired killer standing in front of the hospital bed. His face was cold and frowned. "You want to get out by yourself, or let me help you, little bastard."

The devil in Molly's soul room laughed, "Wow, you scared me, psychic."

Talking room.

In the frightened yelling of the Parker couple.

The girl's body, in a posture that violated the physical rules, suddenly sat up and threatened her face, "you shouldn't be here, psychic."

obviously.

It felt Cole's incomparably powerful soul and psychic perception beyond all humans, even more powerful than John Constantine.

In an attempt to report to his master.

And this unrealistic fantasy.

After hearing the name of the psychic medium, it suddenly solidified on its face like its arrogant and domineering smile.

"Your poor weak strength makes people laugh, little fellow.

Tell your master that if he is really as interested as you, Cole Walker will wait for him at the devil's barbecue office. "

In any exorcism.

It is an insult and provocation in a strict sense for the person in charge of the exorcism to tell his name to the devil.

It's no less than telling each other directly: I'm standing here today. What can you do to me?

The kind that spits on your face.

For Cole.

The devil strong enough knew who was coming long before he set foot in the Parker family.

And they never liked mortal souls very much.

There are only such dirty hell soldiers.

Will like the dog to stand up to others. By torturing a little girl's soul, he will proclaim his "great power" in the world and enjoy the pleasure brought by pain and blasphemy.