Chapter 282

In an abandoned factory, more than a dozen torches are burning rapidly. In the center of the torches, more than thirty men in black robes were kneeling reverently. In front of them, there was a large pile of bloody internal organs, I don't know if it was human or animal. It's just that depending on the freshness, it's just collected.

Black cloaks obscured their faces, and only rapid, muffled incantations could be heard. The surrounding torches seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulus, and they burned even more rapidly.

I don't know when, a figure also wearing a black robe appeared in the factory. He or it hunched over. Vaguely, it could be seen wearing a tattered coarse cloth robe. There was also an equally tattered hood over his head.

It trembled in the middle of the crowd, staggering as it walked and looked at the people around it, like a puppet in a one-man burlesque show, and let out a strange sigh from time to time. Seems to be very dissatisfied with the performance of these people. As for the sacrifice in front of it, it didn't even glance at it. Until it reached the front of the line, and then stopped by one of the black-robed men.

It crouched down and carefully examined the black-robed man with his head down. Through its vision, it could be vaguely seen that the black-robed man kneeling on the ground was a woman. She looked a little different from the other black-robed people. There was no such frenzied look in his eyes. is even looking around, consciously or unconsciously, as if he is secretly observing something.

It's just that no matter how she looked, she never gave any feedback to the black-robed figure staring at her in front of her. Not only her, but the entire factory has a team of more than 30 people. None of them showed any feedback on the appearance of the dark shadow. It's as if a dark shadow in the crowd doesn't exist at all.

The dark shadow stared at the woman's face for a long time. Finally let out a satisfying rattling laugh. The dry and piercing laughter is like a low-quality puppet dubbing. However, no one has reacted to this. It seems that everyone's spirit is blocked by some kind of force. Or, the two sides are not in the same dimension at all.

The black shadow raised his right hand, and under the tattered robes, slowly stretched out a pale skeletal finger. Then he gently touched the woman's forehead.

After doing all this, it let out a smug laugh again. Then the figure disappeared completely.

The torches returned to normal, and the black-robed man on the ground regained his senses. They seemed a little disappointed, but quickly reverted to their previous frenzy. Then the next meeting was scheduled. The women were mixed in, and they looked no different from the rest of the congregation.

Back at home, the woman only felt sleepy. She washed up briefly, didn't eat dinner, and went straight to bed. Around midnight, the woman woke up with a scream.

She sat on the bed and thought quietly for a few minutes. Then I got up and made a phone call.

"Catherine, you used emergency communications, did something happen?"

"I'm not sure. I had previously attended a meeting of the Holy Spirit Society. It feels like they're a little different from ordinary cults. And then I had a nightmare, I can't say anything different, but ...... "women try to organize the language and express what is in their hearts. But for a while, some words were running out.

"Don't be in a hurry, Catherine. Take a deep breath and tell me what's going on. Tell me all the details of the meeting and I'll make a judgment. ”

"Whew......" The woman named Catherine took a deep breath and repeated all the details aside. Including her nightmares.

On the other end of the phone, there was silence after listening. After a full half minute, the other man spoke.

"Catherine, meet tomorrow morning at Fifth Avenue, the café on the corner." After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Catherine looked at the phone, hesitated for a moment, and did not go to sleep. Instead, I got a glass of wine and sat down at the window. Until the sky is slightly brighter. She got up and got dressed, and walked in.

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Inside the Witch Academy, Madison is throwing a tantrum.

“fuck…… Zoe. It's not even eight o'clock, what the hell do you want to do? ”

"You should say, it's eight o'clock in Madison. We're going to work. Don't forget, our other identity. We're FBI Senior Agents. Last night, the Dear Director contacted us, and today we are going to see a witness. Dress appropriately, Madison.

"Hey, whoever he is, I'm going to kill him." Madison sat up with an unhappy expression. With a slight wave of her hand, an off-the-shoulder dress flew over, but she hesitated, threw it back, and waved a lady's suit.

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In the café, Catherine meets her boss. Chief of the Los Angeles Eastern District Office, Hunter.

"What do I need to do now, Director. I feel uneasy, this task is different from what I used to be. There was an indescribable fervor in the eyes of those believers. That's a bunch of fanatics. To be honest, they give me the impression that they are more dangerous than the drug dealers in Mexico. ”

"I understand your feelings, Caitlyn. Relax, I made an appointment with some professionals and listened to their opinions later. ”

"I didn't know anyone else was coming, I thought I was the only one who you knew?"

"Theoretically, that's true. But this time the case is different. In fact, I sent you undercover for the Holy Spirit Society, and they have their influence as well. Here they are. ”

Caitlin followed her boss's gaze and looked back. I saw two young and beautiful girls walking behind me, and they overwhelmed the audience. One is cold and capable, and the other is charming with a hint of disdain. The two walked straight up to them and sat down. There was no self-introduction, no sense of greeting, straight to the point.

"Tell me what you've seen. At that meeting, all the details were repeated. ”

"I've already said it,......" Caitlin tried to explain, she had already said it herself, but Hunter motioned for her to do so with a look in her eyes.

She froze, a little confused, and then repeated what she had seen at the meeting.

"I haven't been in the Church of the Holy Spirit for a long time, and this is the first time I've been in their meetings. Everything was fine at first until ......"

"Wait a minute." Catelyn was interrupted as soon as she spoke.

"What creatures would?"

"What do you mean?" Caitlin froze.

"Is that sect just called the Soul Society? Is there any pre-description? ”

"Yes......," Caitlyn said after a moment's thought.

"Yes, it's called Kea...... Class ......"

"Kiabamba Holy Spirit?" Zoe spoke the rest for her.

"Yes, that's the name. It's so tongue-twisting that I can't always say it in one breath. You already knew about them? ”

Zoe and Madison glanced at each other secretly, and then their expressions turned serious.

"Continue ......"

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