"Pious faith is my sharpest weapon!"
Jenkins declared loudly, Chocolate tried not to laugh, and the cat's puffy face was very funny.
In fact, Jenkins doesn't understand exorcism, he doesn't even know the standard process. But the good news is that the person being exorcised didn't know the standard procedure either, which gave Jenkins a lot of leeway.
He first asked Mr. Nelly to sit cross-legged on the carpet in a simple shirt. After he closed his eyes, he sat opposite him and pressed the top of his greasy head. ~" pronunciation is read out.
It worked, and although the evil spirit was still there, Mr. Nelly's expression eased, and he obviously believed it.
This meaningless behavior lasted for half an hour, and then Jenkins called someone to fetch clean water. After a simple blessing, he wet his finger and flicked it on Mr. Nelly's forehead.
The blessing is fake. Although he can't perform mystical blessings for human beings through prayers, since he can add blessings to bullets, he can of course turn ordinary water into holy water. When chanting, different paragraphs are deliberately interspersed together, and the water produced will naturally not have any effect.
He didn't want to kill or anger the evil spirit right now, there were more important things to do.
All in all, this tossing took nearly two hours. Seeing that the time was almost up, Jenkins took a long breath and stood up.
"finished?"
Mr. Nellie asked anxiously.
"No, it's still the last step. Now please sit here quietly and don't move. I need to use the room next door. I think you should know that even after the mass in the church, the priest will be alone in the room Stay for a while."
"I know, of course!"
Jenkins smiled and nodded at him, picked up his big black leather bag containing the contract, greeted the cat who had watched the show for a long time, walked into the next bedroom, and closed the door behind him.
He has experimented, and the walls here have good sound insulation.
Because it was planned long ago, what was hidden in that big bag was naturally the Ouija board. He didn't take any action immediately, but waited quietly for a few minutes. He didn't hear any sound from outside before he took out the board and put the statuette and the plank in the corresponding positions.
This time he didn't know the name of the female evil spirit, but the distance was so close, unless there were other dead nearby, the psychic target would not be wrong.
Signaling Chocolate not to make a sound, he sat at the desk in the bedroom and slowly and steadily injected his own spirit.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the closed room. The books on the desk were blown and rattled, and the closed curtains shook like flags.
After the wind, a man with a hooked nose but a dull expression appeared on the other side of the desk.
"Sorry, it's not you!"
Just as he was about to drive away the man's soul, he suddenly froze. Because the face of this person is somewhat familiar, but for a while, I can't remember where I saw it before.
"The sense of familiarity comes from my own memory, and I have only met once, so it should have left a deep impression..."
Before the chocolate was ready to "meow~", Jenkins suddenly realized, he remembered:
"You are the one who tried to deceive me with routines in the antique shop, but was finally cursed by me with a disease!"
"How did he die here?"
Jenkins thought suspiciously that his psychic channeling without any direction can obviously only attract the nearest soul.
"Well, there is still some time anyway."
Thinking in my heart, I pressed my fingers on the shackles, and asked, "How did you die?"
Black particles penetrated from the spirit body, and at the same time, the shackles began to move rapidly towards the letter area. Jenkins spells them out quickly and accurately:
"I'm...infected...very bad...cold...worried...plague...gun"
Taking a long breath and exhaling again, Jenkins scratched his hair:
"It turned out that I died because of me, and this is considered an indirect murder."
This person's soul is not considered strong. According to Jenkins' accumulated experience, he can completely turn into an evil spirit if he can ask two questions at most.
"So, do you know any secrets about your organization?"
The answer is: yes.
This is a waste of a question, the intelligence of this spirit body recruited by the Ouija board is obviously not enough.
"Well, then, tell me the most secret thing you think you know."
When he asked the question, the board actually stayed motionless on the board. Jenkins looked at his hand hesitantly, and then at the trembling soul opposite him.
In the blink of an eye, the golden thread is attached to the surface of the spirit body, shrinking towards the center like a silk net. In a few seconds, the spirit body turned into dust under the great damage and completely disappeared.
The remaining psychic powder on the ground is the last trace left by him.
"I knew that even if it is a subordinate organization of the Church of the Evil God, it is impossible to prevent believers from signing a confidentiality contract."
He shook his head regretfully, but it was just an accident. What he was going to solve now was the female ghost who was pestering Mr. Nelly.
He opened the Ouija board again, and this time the target was wrong again. This time it was a boy who was recruited, so he was the one who cheated with the man just now, and the cause of his death was obviously the same.
"So… "
Jenkins thought about it for a while, touching the chocolate and keeping his paws from the figurines, the cat always full of curiosity.
"So, do you know any secrets about your own organization that are no longer under NDA?"
The answer is to know.
Perhaps because of his age, the boy's spirit body was even more fragile than the last one, which meant that Jenkins could ask one more question.
"Please tell me the secret that matches the description just now."
After finishing speaking, he stared at it firmly, and the plank had already started to move.
"I'm... in charge of destroying files... not peeking... my lord planned... baby..."
The answer did not appear completely, and the boy turned into a handful of dust just like his companion. These contents may really not be included in the non-disclosure agreement he signed, but it is definitely not something that can be disclosed at will.
"Baby?"
"Meow?"
The cat meowed softly, so that in the room where Jenkins was alone, he would not be embarrassed to speak by himself.