Dark leather boots trampled on the road tiles, and the cold night breeze slipped down the cuffs of the hoodie into his arms, taking away his hard-earned body temperature.

Li Ang took out the sunglasses and mask he bought at the flea market from his coat pocket, put them on, and stopped at the bottom of an old residential building to look up.

He took out his mobile phone, compared the address information on it, and stepped into the door of the residential building.

There are several large black garbage bags piled up in the corners of the mold-smelling hallway, and the smoky gray-black marks on the walls painted with poor white paint can't hide the smoky gray-black marks, and it seems that there has been a particularly tragic fire here.

The incandescent lamp glowed miserably cold, and Leon closed his hood, rubbed his hands, and climbed up the narrow steps.

This residential building used to belong to a high-end residential area, according to online notes, it has witnessed the change of ten Gotham mayors and the establishment of Gotham's new town, but the fire that burned several people more than ten years ago made the building irreversibly decay, and can only sink into the ruins of history along with its past glory.

The fourth room on the left hand of the seventh floor has arrived.

Leon tapped the door with his knuckles, and there was a sudden rush of footsteps inside the door.

"Here we are."

The door was opened a crack, and inside were a middle-aged couple, their eyes were deeply sunken, their eye circles were black, and they looked like they were being tortured by something.

Seeing Li Ang wearing sunglasses and a mask, the woman nervously kneaded the corners of her clothes and asked nervously, "You are the spirit medium, right?" ”

Two days ago, the couple learned of the existence of the medium through an acquaintance and sent an email to Leon's mailbox, asking him to see if he could solve a certain spirit-related incident.

"To be precise, I'm not a psychic medium." Li Ang pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and said: "The spirit medium can be traced back to the witch doctor shaman at the beginning of the enlightenment of human civilization, which refers to the special people who can communicate with gods, spirits, and ghosts in the religious sense, and I am different, conjuring spirits and summoning spirits is not my specialty, and I still have some experience in subduing demons and killing demons and killing ghosts." ”

The husband and wife looked at each other, looking a little dazed, until Li Ang coughed, and then suddenly realized and helped him open the door.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Leon smelled an eerie scorching smell in the air, like charcoal burned by a firewood, with a hint of sweet meat.

The smell of barbecue, the resentment of the fire?

He looked around, and the furnishings in the room could be said to be very simple, the refrigerator in the style of the last century, the piling carpet, and the large TV set all illustrated the family's predicament.

"Hmm... As you can see from the family portrait on your desk, it should be a boy of about seven or eight years old, who is haunted by spirits, and he is in the bedroom? ”

Li Ang asked abruptly.

The husband and wife were stunned for a moment, "Do you mean Benn?" Yes, he's in the bedroom. ”

"Open the door."

The man hesitated for a moment, then swallowed, "Uh, don't you need to prepare something like a ritual?" ”

"You mean the Exorcism Circle?" Li Ang made a triangular gesture and said, "First let me see how the situation is before I can prescribe the right medicine." ”

The man nervously took the key out of his pocket, took a deep breath, and shoved the brass key into the keyhole, "Well, Benn is in a bit of an odd state, you better be mentally prepared...."

He carefully opened a crack in the door, allowing Leon to peek inside.

The bedroom is decorated with great care, as can be seen from the brand-new children's animated posters and piles of dolls posted on the wall, but the place where the window should have been completely covered by dense wooden planks, and the wind cannot penetrate.

As for the boy .... Leon found him, and the soft strands of hair, which should have been pale blonde, had almost fallen out, revealing a dry and chapped head, and the checkered shirt he was wearing was even more torn and draped on his body.

As for his towering bloated abdomen, it swelled and stretched from time to time, as if some kind of long snake lurked under the skin.

The boy was shackled around his ankles and connected to the steel frame of the bed by a finger-thick steel cable.

He crouched in the corner of the ceiling and the wall in the posture of a lizard, sensing the light, his neck twisted a full hundred and eighty degrees, and the whites of his pale eyes stared at Leon, his pupil was just a small black dot that was invisible.

"Roar!"

The boy let out a beastly roar from his mouth, and threw himself on the ceiling, and when his fingertips were about to touch Leon, he was strangled by the chains tied to his ankles, and screamed in anger and weakness, and then shrank back into the corner, leaving his back out of the door.

Leon thoughtfully asked the man to close the door and said, "This is a very serious spirit parasitism, when did it start?" Still impressed? ”

“... It should be half a year ago, Benn fell out of bed while playing, and since then he has been suffering from a fever and has been unable to wake up, and has been to countless hospitals without detecting the cause. ”

The man put his arms around his wife, who was crying silently, and said softly, "A month ago, Benn began to sleepwalk, saying slurred words, not being able to see the light, and using scissors and other things to harm himself, so we had to shrink him in the house.

We've gone to a lot of churches, mediums, or other psychic people these days, and they can't come up with anything. ”

"That's right.....," Leon paused for a moment and said, "I'll go in and kill that evil spirit later, and don't be afraid if there's any strange sound." ”

"Kill, kill?"

The husband and wife looked at each other, they had seen so many spirit mediums, they all took out the Bible to say that they would expel the evil spirits and leave, and no spirit medium had ever come up and destroy the evil spirits with murderous violation.

The woman anxiously asked, "Will killing the wraith hurt Benn?" ”

"No, when he woke up, it was like a dream at best, and he was comfortable - except for inexplicably repeating half a semester."

Leon motioned for the man to open the door, and the latter hesitated for a moment before saying, "What are you going to do?" Do you want to use the Bible? Or sea salt? ”

"That kind of thing is too weak." Leon walked into the back kitchen, took out a slender Western meat cleaver from the sideboard, and shook it twice before flicking it in satisfaction.

"Mr. Medium, you, don't be impulsive." The man nervously blocked his wife and the bedroom door behind him, and cold sweat continued to drip from his forehead.

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

As soon as Leon pulled the couple away, he kicked the wooden door open, jumped on the ceiling on tiptoes, grabbed the boy by the neck and slammed him on the bed in the bedroom.

"Get out of this body." Leon put the knife on the boy's carotid artery and said indifferently.

The boy's mouth almost reached the root of his ear, and he replied with a wild laugh: "No, but, yes." ”

"Then go die."