"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is a little turbulent due to the turbulence, please return to your seat and sit down and keep your seat belt in ......"

The flight attendant's announcement should have been clear, but the sound of painful coughs coming from the seat next to him made it difficult for Father Matthew to focus on it.

He followed the sound and saw a boy with thick black hair.

The boy sat by the window, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a white wrist raised by coughing, and even carrying an obviously expensive silver mechanical watch.

But he looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, very thin.

The pale face and the blood stains coughed up on the handkerchief proved that his constitution was still extremely poor.

Advanced lung cancer.

Father Matthew silently judged.

The minor flew alone, and there was no family to take care of him when he was seriously ill, so the living environment was obviously not very good.

There are not many days left to live.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and didn't intend to pay attention.

The plane was about to crash.

And he has to find out why and find out what really happened on the plane.

But there is no extra mind to sympathize with a passer-by little boy.

Despite the boy's miserable situation.

But there are so many tragic things in the world.

Who cares?

It's just that the priest ignored it, but the other party took the initiative.

"Do you want to play?"

When Matthew turned his head, the boy suddenly looked at him, his voice was hoarse and difficult from a long-term cough, and his pure blue eyes were full of innocence and expectation.

It seems that this long and lonely journey has made him a little bored.

Faced with such a look, the priest unconsciously felt pity.

It's just—

"No, thank you." He coldly refused.

"It's fun, believe it or not."

The boy insisted, and then, ignoring the priest's reaction, he pulled out a brand new deck of poker, lowered his head, and began to wash back and forth.

His ten-finger movements are very flexible, and the poker constantly flips and jumps between his slender fingers, as if dancing, and there is a strange artistic beauty.

Father Matthew, who had not intended to pay attention, was gradually attracted to it, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

It wasn't before that he hadn't seen anyone play poker so dexterously, but those people were usually magicians who had already reached adulthood, or people in casinos.

It can be said that he has never seen such a young man in front of him and playing so well.

However, after the initial surprise, the priest lost interest.

In his opinion, this is a cheesy juggling trick after all, with little practical value, and it can't be put on the table.

"I'm sick like this, and I still want to play."

"It's really a child......"

Somewhat speechless, he was about to withdraw his gaze.

Suddenly it was dark in front of me, and a sharp pain was born from the eyes in an instant!

Then, before the priest could scream in pain, he felt a slight sensation in his lower back, and then the sound of a gun being loaded.

"Bang ——!"

At the end of consciousness, there was only a roar close at hand.

……

When he was awake again, Father Matthew was still sitting in his seat in the economy class of the plane.

It's just that the sick little boy is no longer beside him, and there are no other passengers around.

The empty cabin was dimly lit and cold, and no one was present except for a young man dressed as an assistant.

"Have you channeled the truth about this plane crash, Father?"

The bespectacled female assistant asked in a concerned tone.

The middle-aged priest with a calm temperament did not respond.

In other words, he sat there in a daze, and he had not yet recovered from the sudden death.

This can't help but make the assistant feel a little worried.

Last night, a civil airliner crashed into the sea, and none of the passengers survived.

Right now, they're investigating the cause of the disaster – using psychic means.

As the chief exorcist of the Church in his country, Father Matthew's psychic is certainly not a simple psychic.

The assistant didn't know how to cast it, but she knew that this kind of channeling was actually more like a historical backtrack.

Even more mysterious than going back in history.

It's immersive, to experience what happened in your surroundings.

The impact encountered in it is also indistinguishable from the real encounter.

Including the feeling of death!

And the fact that he was out of the psychic state so quickly just now seems to prove that the priest has already "died" once.

Although the priest has "died" many times in the past when dealing with various supernatural events, there are hundreds of ways to die, maybe this time the impact on him is particularly great?

It doesn't cause any mental illness......

"I was careless."

Worried, the priest suddenly spoke, "He popped up a card with his finger and blinded me. ”

As he spoke, Matthew's expression returned to normal, which made the assistant secretly relieved, and then hurriedly asked, "He?" Who is it? Robbers on the plane? ”

"Nope."

"I'm the robber."

These words made the female assistant stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

In fact, what the priest said was that his identity as a psychic "possession" this time was one of the robbers who caused the plane crash.

It's just that, in that case, who will be the "he" in the priest's mouth?

The female assistant's face was full of curiosity.

It's a pity that Father Matthew didn't have the heart to explain anything to her.

After saying that, he closed his eyes again and began a second channeling.

……

Darkness came like a tidal wave, drowning Matthew's thoughts.

When I woke up again, my surroundings had changed dramatically.

The seats underneath him were soft and a little trembling, and the sweet voice of the flight attendant rang out with the boy's painful cough.

"Ladies and gentlemen, ...... affected by the currents"

The priest ignored these movements, and when he came, he did not open his eyes, but immediately reached out and covered the pistol pinned to his waist.

It's hard to kill an adult with cards alone.

Therefore, as long as the other party is not allowed to come into contact with this dangerous weapon, there will be no wind and waves.

Father Matthew thinks so.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated.

The cough close to my ear had not yet fallen, and a sharp pain suddenly came out of the carotid artery in my neck!

It's as if a metal fork has been stabbed silently but ferociously!

This was followed by the second and third ......

Blood splattered, murderers brutal and violent, and screams of terror around him grew more and more distant, and Father Matthew's mind quickly detached from his psychic state.

"Uh, you're ......"

In a trance, the female assistant's voice sounded again, completely pulling him back to reality, "Not ready yet?" ”

No.

I've come back from death.

Matthew, who opened his eyes, responded secretly, but his expression was full of doubt.

His psychic is actually more like a simulated reproduction of past scenes, in which the words and deeds of the characters are not immutable.

Instead, they will react differently depending on how strong or weak they have shown in past scenarios.

In other words, the boy was very adaptable.

Seeing that the priest next to him was moving, he immediately changed his strategy, no longer using cards to deceive, but simply and brutally killed him.

Father Matthew thinks this is an exaggeration.

If his killer was an elite agent of adult or old age, then he didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

Because those people have experienced a lot of things, they will not hesitate in the face of change like ordinary people.

But how could a little boy, a seriously ill boy, react so decisively?

But just covered his waist with his hand at will, and the other party became suspicious in an instant, and then broke out?

It's not easy......

Matthew thought to himself.

If someone from the Inquisition finds out, they probably like this kid very much, right?

Being able to have such qualities at a young age proves that he has a strong fighting talent, and he is a good seedling worthy of being cultivated into an extraordinary person.

Pity......

After thinking for a long time, the priest closed his eyes again.

This time, he decided to fight back as soon as he sobered up and not give the other party any chance.

The birth of this idea is not to be aroused by the sense of victory, or to think that it is a shame to be killed twice by a child, and it is necessary to save face.

Instead, he felt that if he got the boy, then the truth of the plane crash might come to the surface.

However, it's a pity.

This time it's even faster than last time.

After closing his eyes for only ten seconds, he reopened his eyes, and a flash of helplessness flashed across his face.

But subconsciously tense the muscles of the body, wanting to use the adult physique to crush the young target.

But he didn't want to, before he could fully sober up, he was keenly aware of the purpose by the other party, and then died tragically!

"A killing machine that has been carefully cultivated since childhood?"

Ignoring the young female assistant with an ignorant expression next to him, the priest muttered to himself, "At his age, even in the Judgment Bureau, he can be called a genius reserve, right?" ”

The boy's skills seem simple, but the proficiency, the heart, and the ability to control the vital points of the human body and the murder weapon are not something that anyone can do.

"It's too close, and his judgment is very sharp......"

Matthew finally came to a very calm conclusion, "I'm no match for that kid." ”

"I don't know what's going on though."

Seeing that the priest seemed to hesitate, the female assistant whispered on the side, "But if you have a problem, maybe you can take a break first?" ”

"No, you don't."

The priest shook his head, "I'm going to avoid him." ”

There were many passengers inside the plane before the plane crashed into the sea, and although his psychic spirit could not be "possessed" at will, there were still many goals that met the requirements.

So although I realize that boys are important and special, I can't beat them, and I can't force them.

The priest stood up calmly, walked to another seat not far away, sat down, and closed his eyes again.

……

Without that killing star, this time it really went well.

Accompanied by the sweet voice of the flight attendant, the priest "possessed" an ordinary passenger, and saw the scene of the boy not far away using a poker to confuse the robbers next to him, and then unexpectedly popping cards, shooting eyes, grabbing guns, and breaking out.

It's just that what happened next was beyond his expectations.

The first shot was followed by the second, and the boy who stood up fired two shots in quick succession, killing two people in different positions with precision, causing chaos in the economy cabin in an instant.

Amid a large number of screams of terror, more than 20 people in a rage pulled out firearms and weapons that should not have been brought on the plane.

Then, they started attacking each other!

Pretending to be as frightened as the people around him, the priest who hid under his seat was a little confused.

But then, it dawned on him.

"Driving tigers and devouring wolves?"

"I see, the child is not unaccompanied, but hijacked!"

Realizing this, his chaotic thoughts were instantly cleared.

Now Matthew can conclude that there were two groups of people in the airliner in addition to the normal passengers.

One group of people kidnapped the boy, and the other group has no information at the moment, but it is obviously sensitive and suspicious.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be like a powder keg, just a little misled by the boy.

Could it be an escort for something critical?

So when you see the boy kill his own people with the second shot, and see another group of people pulling out their weapons, they think that they are surrounded and targeted?

Whether this was the case or not, the priest was not sure, but he felt that it should be the truth.

So he looked at the boy in the distance, and his gaze became a little different.

Before, although he was deflated and killed three times in succession, he didn't think it was worth caring about.

It's not that this kid isn't great.

On the contrary, at such a young age, he can have such killing methods and temperament, and Father Matthew has never seen a few such in his life.

If the boy had been discovered by some of the church's transcendents, knights, or judges, he would have been pleasantly surprised, and then regretted that the boy had died in a plane crash.

But Father Matthew does not belong to this ranks.

Because he doesn't care about mere force, or what the potential for force is.

As the leading exorcist in his own church, Matthew is a clerical worker.

Within the church, the clerical profession has always been less than worthy of the military position.

They're great, but so what?

The brain is only spent on combat-related aspects, and other times, it acts like a bunch of fools.

Or rather, a bunch of savages!

But now, the boy's performance of driving the tiger and devouring the wolf made the priest see his particularly surprising side.

Driving and inducing a group of people to attack another group of people sounds simple, but it is not something that can be done if you want to.

It is necessary to have a very keen eye and thinking to judge the situation of both tigers and wolves, so as to obtain positive gains when acting, rather than eating themselves.

Especially in this case, when the two sides of the fight should have met by chance in the plane, the child was able to see the opportunity, see the situation clearly, and act decisively!

It can be said that he has both wisdom and force.

And the addition of these two is not as simple as 1+1 equals 2......

"It's a pity that in reality, he died in a plane crash last night."

The priest regretted this.

But he didn't want to, in the short time he was thinking, the situation in the field suddenly changed!

The side that was taken advantage of by the boy was clearly at a disadvantage in the battle with the robbers, but this seemed to irritate them, who were already sensitive and impulsive.

I saw a short young man in the corner of the cabin, speaking in the island Chinese language that made the priest feel very unfamiliar, and after roaring something, he suddenly opened the metal suitcase he was carrying tightly in his hand!

In an instant, a large amount of thick black mist expanded and gushed out, like a volcanic eruption, and began to spread rapidly towards the surrounding cabin space with lightning speed!

Father Matthew, who has always remained calm, finally changed his face at this moment.

"Evil spirits?"

"This intensity ......"

"How can such a strong evil spirit be here!?"

Matthew was stunned in his heart, completely losing the appearance of the onlookers just now.

He even felt a wave of horror.

He is a priest and an exorcist, and in his forties of life, he has performed no less than a thousand exorcism rituals, and he is naturally very familiar with the existence of evil spirits.

It can be said that the evil spirit is a dark monster with no upper limit on strength.

Weak evil spirits can be wiped out with a wave of their hands, but powerful evil spirits have the power to destroy a modern industrial city!

And the evil spirit that was released in front of him was obviously very strong in Matthew's opinion, even so strong that he couldn't resist it in reality!

"I see."

"This is the truth of the plane crash......"

The black mist permeated his body, and the priest could feel a pair of vicious eyes sweeping over him, and the vitality in his body quickly dissipated.

At the last moment, he struggled to raise his head and looked with regret at the boy who had amazed him.

As a result, the picture he saw made him stunned.

He didn't see any horror or timidity on the child's face, but instead saw an expression full of gloom.

Bad luck, but not afraid.

It was as if the existence of that powerful evil spirit was not beyond the boy's cognition, but after encountering it, he was unexpectedly unlucky......

"He, how dare he?"

The thought flashed through his mind full of astonishment, and the priest's mind was completely detached from the psychic.

Then, before he had time to think about it, he suddenly stood up from his chair, pushed away the female assistant with a concerned expression in front of him, and hurried towards the cabin toilet not far away.

At the end of the psychic scene, he sees the child in the bathroom, so if the boy really has any means of protecting himself from the evil spirits, there should be traces in the bathroom.

In fact, the priest had inspected the bathroom before.

I just didn't see anything special.

Now that I'm in it again, there's nothing out of the ordinary—except for some faint dark marks on the surface of the clear vanity mirror.

It was messy, unaesthetic graffiti.

Most of the graffiti traces have long since disappeared because the cramped bathrooms have been soaked in seawater.

Judging from the few that remained, I could only roughly tell that it was no different from an abstract painting that a child scribbled on a drawing board.

Although it is very consistent with the boy's ordinary identity and age.

But on the other hand, it can be said that it is nothing more than an ordinary worldly "means", and it does not have any possibility of resisting evil spirits at all!

Especially, an evil spirit of that intensity!

But the boy ......

The priest had no idea what the truth was.

He has a lot of experience in life and exorcism, but this matter is beyond his knowledge!

But it doesn't matter.

He couldn't guess, but he could.

Although he couldn't use the previous psychic means to see it because of the evil spirit, he still had other abilities.

Then I saw the priest standing in front of the mirror exhale slowly, and then closed his eyes.

The inner throbbing of his chest suddenly intensified, and two lines of blood oozed from the corners of his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the cramped bathroom of the cabin before the plane crash!

It's just that everything in his field of vision is covered with bursts of blue color, and his body is completely invisible.

This is the real retrospective historical scene, as a bystander.

You can only observe, not participate.

But it's enough to see the truth.

Listening to the chaotic wailings, screams, and gunshots outside, Matthew began to wait quietly.

Soon after, the black-haired boy's figure slammed through the door and pierced through the priest's non-plane-bound body, slitting his finger in front of the mirror, and then quickly sketched it on the mirror.

It's still the graffiti, clearer and more complete than the remnants of what you see in reality.

Although the lines are messy and the blood is terrifying, there is no beauty at all.

But when the priest looked closely, he could feel a gloomy, dark, and desperate atmosphere.

Like many of the depressive or evil geniuses he had ever seen, the mad paintings he sketched on the board.

It can be said that it is full of negative emotions, and normal people are simply tormented when they see it!

"But how can this be done to evil spirits—"

Matthew's thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

Just because he saw it, a thick black mist, like seeping water, slowly eroded from outside the bathroom door!

Obviously, the power of the evil spirit, which had already covered most of the plane, began to invade such sealed corners!

And what about the kid?

Eyes shifted to see the boy finish sketching the last strokes of the graffiti.

Then, under the priest's stunned gaze, a large amount of light suddenly bloomed from it!

The light is like the dawn of the morning.

As soon as he appeared, he quickly dispersed the thick black mist that poured in, and even he who was watching was affected!

"That's—"

A possibility came to my dull mind.

But Matthew didn't have a chance to think about it, and his mind quickly blurred.

At the end of the hour, he saw the boy turn his head to look behind him, confronted by a terrifying face that emerged from the black mist.

Then, raise your hand and give it a middle finger!

……

"There must be survivors, otherwise you can't explain why this plane is so intact!"

Dizzy, confused.

Matthew, who had returned to reality, had not yet recovered from his trance when he heard a sudden angry shout from outside the cabin.

"Because this is a forced landing, it is controlled by a driver, not a loss of control and falling into the sea, you must recognize the difference between the two!"

"Is it difficult to make a forced landing at sea? Of course! Of course I know that. ”

"I even know that since the birth of the aircraft in 1895 to the present in 1994, there has not been a single case of a civil airliner successfully landing on the sea, not a single case!"

"But what can I do!"

"No one did it before, now there is, this driver is a miracle, he made history!"

"What? Who is he? ”

"Fuck, how do I know who he is?"

"What you're telling me is that there are no survivors!"

"I just want to know now, which physical idiot came to this conclusion?"

"It's fucking uncommon!"

Outside the airliner is a beach bathed in harsh sunlight.

As he absentmindedly stepped out of the cabin door, the priest saw a bearded middle-aged man.

Judging by the uniform on his body, it is clear that he is a professional sent by the airline.

Normally, in the event of an air crash, such people should arrive at the scene as soon as possible to investigate.

It's just that the above judged that the air crash was very likely to be a supernatural event, so Matthew was sent to take over the investigation.

And that's exactly what happened.

But now that he was scolded, he had no way to refute anything, so he could only remain silent.

Or rather, Father Matthew doesn't have the heart to bother with such a trivial matter at the moment.

"I can't be mistaken, that boy is indeed an ordinary person, and he doesn't have any extraordinary strength in him."

"So ......"

The trance-like thoughts gradually became clear, and the heart in the priest's chest unconsciously accelerated.

That's the excitement of discovering a treasure that is hard to hide!

An ordinary person, with an incomprehensible painting, can repel a terrifying powerful evil spirit that even a veteran exorcist like him feels unable to resist.

This kind of thing has not happened in the past, or in history.

In the history of the Church, there has been a brilliant pope who did something similar in his later years with an ordinary oil painting.

But what he did was not just to repel the evil spirits, but to go one step further and seal them away.

The reason for this phenomenon is actually very simple.

Art is spiritual.

Books, paintings, music, sculptures......

The top works that have become famous in history, sought after by countless people, and even written into textbooks in various countries are extremely popular wherever they are.

The transcendent class hidden in the depths of the world has an extremely fanatical love for this kind of work!

And the author who can create a work of that level, even if he is an ordinary person, even if he is sick and has a very poor physique, he will inevitably be sought after.

The reason is very simple, this kind of person has an extremely powerful potential in the transcendent realm, which can be called the favor of God!

This potential, in ancient times, even attracted the attention of a large number of evil demons, and then lured them into darkness at all costs.

In other words, it only takes one medium, and the boy he sees through the psychic can soar into the sky and rise quickly!

And this medium ......

"The time to drive away the evil spirits and fly the plane into this sea area was last night."

"He must not have run far."

When the female assistant stepped out of the cabin door, she saw the priest in front of her suddenly turn his head to look at her, and his tone was firm.

"We have to find him!"