The dark leather boots stomped on the street tiles and kicked and sounded. The cold night wind crept into my arms along the cuffs of the hoodie, bringing away the hard-earned body temperature.

Li Ang took out the sunglasses and masks he bought from the flea market from his pocket and put them on. He stopped at the bottom of an old residential building and looked up. The originally red wall tiles peeled off and mottled due to the wind and sun, and the dry and silent ivy added a hint of coldness to this place.

He took out his cell phone, compared the address information above, and stepped into the door of the residential building.

There are several large black garbage bags piled up in the corner of the corridor with moldy smell. The walls painted with inferior white paint cannot block away the gray and black traces of smoke and fog. It seems that an extremely tragic fire has occurred here.

The incandescent lamp was shining with a gloomy cold light. Li Ang covered his hood, rubbed his hands, and climbed up along the narrow steps.

This residential building used to be a high-end residential area. According to the annotation online, it has witnessed the change of ten Gotham mayors and the establishment of Gotham New Town. However, the fire that burned several people more than ten years ago made the building irreversibly decline and could only sink into the ruins of history with its past glory.

The fourth room on the seventh floor, left hand, arrived.

Li Ang's knuckles pulled the door, and a sudden burst of rapid steps came from the door.

"Here you come."

The door was opened in a gap, and inside it was a middle-aged couple. Their eyes were deep and concave, their eyes were black and they looked haggard. They seemed to be tortured by something.

Seeing Li Ang wearing sunglasses and masks, the woman was nervously kneading the corner of her clothes and asked nervously: "Are you a psychic, right?"

Two days ago, the couple learned about the existence of the psychic medium through their acquaintances and sent an email to Li Ang’s email, asking him to see if he could solve a certain incident related to the spirit body.

"To be precise, I'm not a psychic." Li Ang pushed the sunglasses on his nose and said: "The witch doctor shaman who was originally tracing back to the beginning of human civilization enlightenment. He refers to a special group of people who can communicate with gods, spirits, and ghosts in the religious sense. But I am different. Soul-receiving spirits is not my specialty. I still have some experience in subduing demons and killing ghosts."

The couple looked at each other and seemed a little at a loss. It was not until Li Ang coughed that he suddenly realized and opened the door.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Li Ang smelled a strange smell of burnt flaming smell in the air, like the burning coke of firewood, and a hint of sweet meat fragrance.

The taste of barbecue, is the resentful soul in the fire?

He looked around and the furnishings in the room were very simple. The fridges in the style of the last century, the carpets that were worn out and pilled, and the large-scale TV sets all illustrate the dilemma of the family.

"Well... From the family photo on your desk, we can see that the person who was entangled with the spirit should be a boy about seven or eight years old. He is in the bedroom?"

Li Ang asked a sudden question.

The couple was stunned for a moment, "Are you talking about Ben'en? Yes, he is in the bedroom."

"Open the door."

The man hesitated for a moment and swallowed, "Well, don't you need to prepare a ceremony or something?"

"You mean the magic array?" Li Ang made a triangle gesture and said, "We must first see how the situation can be used to prescribe the right medicine."

The man took out the key from his pocket nervously, took a deep breath, and stuffed the brass key into the keyhole, "Well, Ben's condition is a bit weird, you'd better be mentally prepared..."

He carefully opened a crack in the door and let Li Ang peek inside.

The bedroom decoration style is very attentive, which can be seen from the brand new children's animation posters and piles of dolls posted on the wall, but the windows should be completely covered with dense wooden boards, and the wind cannot penetrate.

As for the boy... Li Ang discovered that his soft hair, which should have been light golden, had almost fallen off, revealing his dry and cracked forehead, and the checkered shirt he was wearing was even torn into ragged cloth strips and hung on his body.

As for his towering and bloated abdominal cavity, it expands from time to time, as if there is some kind of long snake hidden under his skin.

The boy was tied with shackles on his ankles and connected to the steel frame of the bed through a steel cable as thick as a finger.

He lay in the corner of the ceiling and walls in a lizard posture, and noticed the light. His neck twisted 180 degrees, staring at Li Ang with pale white eyes, and his pupils were just a small, invisible black dot.

"roar!"

The boy let out a beast-like roar from his mouth, and his feet rushing over on the ceiling. When his fingertips were about to touch Li Ang, he was tied tightly by the iron chain tied to his ankles. He screamed a few times in anger, then shrank back to the corner, leaving his back outside the door.

Li Ang thoughtfully asked the man to close the door and said, "This is a very serious spiritual parasite. When did it start? Do you still have the impression?"

"...It should be half a year ago. Ben's falls from the bed while playing. He has been suffering from a fever since then. He went to countless hospitals but could not detect the cause."

The man hugged his wife who was crying silently and said softly: "A month ago, Ben'en started sleepwalking, saying something vague, unable to see the light, and even used scissors and other things to harm himself. In desperation, we had to shrug him in the house.

We have visited many churches, media or other psychics these days, and they can't come up with any way."

"That's it..." Li Ang paused for a moment and said, "I'll go in and kill that resentful spirit later. Don't be afraid if there is any strange sound."

"Kill, kill?"

The couple looked at each other. They had seen so many spiritual media, and they all used the Bible to persuade them to drive away the resentful spirits. No other spiritual media had ever come up and destroyed the resentful spirits with murderous intent.

The woman asked anxiously: "Will killing the resentful spirit hurt Ben'en?"

"No, when he woke up, he felt as if he had a dream at most, and was at peace and comfort-except for half a semester inexplicably."

Li Ang signaled the man to open the door. The latter hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly: "What are you going to do? Do you want to use the Bible? Or sea salt?"

"That kind of thing is too weak." Li Ang walked into the kitchen, took out a slender Western food meat cutter from the tableware cabinet, and then shook it twice before slamming it into satisfaction.

"Mr. Message, don't be impulsive." The man nervously blocked his wife and the bedroom door behind him, and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

"Don't panic, I'm professional."

Li Ang pulled the couple away, kicked the wooden door open, and leaped onto the ceiling with a toe, strangled the boy's neck and threw him hard on the bedroom bed.

"Leave this body." Li Ang put the knife on the boy's carotid artery and said coldly.

The boy almost grinned at the corner of his mouth, and he replied with a crazy smile: "No, maybe."
Chapter completed!