Hawkins Police Department Hall.

Nick, with his feet on the table, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, half past five in the afternoon.

At this time, he was already sitting in the car home, looking forward to his wife's delicious dinner, thinking about what surprise gifts to buy along the way, but today he had to work overtime.

Nick's swarthy face grinned wrinkles,

"I'll get off work first," the operator at the door waved at him, "I've already ordered a beef burger set for you at Bob's Restaurant, two servings, and I'll be delivered in half an hour." ”

"Haha, dear Flo, if you're not married..."

"Don't dream, it's not your turn to line up, I'm looking for a handsome guy," the fat aunt threw out a charming white eye, snorted softly in her nose, held her handbag, and proudly puffed out the door with her fat chest.

Nick watched the twisting of the bucket and hummed a little song in a happy mood, and some wonderful visions flooded his mind.

Life in a small country police station is so ordinary, and occasionally I have to find some fun outside of my family.

But his good mood was quickly shattered.

Bang, bang!

Bang, bang!

There was a loud knock on the door of the detention cell, causing Nick to frown irritably,

"What's crazy? I'll have to wait half an hour for dinner, be patient! ”

Nick walked to the door of the detention cell, and his face changed dramatically when he looked through the glass window.

Ryan Reynolds, whose hands were cuffed, fell to the ground at some point, his face pale, his eyes rolled up, his limbs stiff and twitched, and his mouth sprayed a mixture of blood and saliva, staining the floor a shocking blood-red.

His tattered jeans were stained with incontinence urine.

"Seizures?"

Nick quickly took out the key to open the door, crouched down to adjust Reynolds' lying body to lie flat, opened his mouth, tilted his head to one side, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and trouser belt with both hands.

While he was preoccupied with first aid.

Reynolds, who was lying on the ground, rolled his eyes suddenly returned to normal, and glanced at the holster around Nick's waist, a flash of determination in his eyes.

Electrifying flint!

Reynolds pulled out the gun with both hands, and knocked the half-crouched Dinick to the ground with the side of his shoulder.

The black officer sat up in a hurry, and felt a chill on his forehead, and the cold and dark thing pressed against his temples,

Reynolds looked at him condescendingly and coldly ordered, "Handcuff key!" ”

"Hey, man, relax," Nick swallowed, swallowing the threatening words into his stomach, "The key isn't with me, it's with Sheriff Hope." ”

"When I'm an idiot?"

"Stop, hold your hands firm. I'll give you the key, but you're only thirty years old, don't make a big mistake on the spur of the moment. ”

"Shut up!"

Click.

Reynolds undid the handcuffs, shoved the handcuffs and keys into the bag, and rubbed his sorely swollen wrists.

"Where's Catherine?"

"I don't know, maybe at a friend's house?"

"How dare you not know, you stupid of bad things!" Reynolds angrily swung the handle of his gun and smashed the detective to the point of fainting with blood, and searched for his car keys.

Then he walked into the empty hall, picked up a cup of coffee, rinsed his mouth full of blood, and began to talk to himself nervously.

"It's almost guessing, it's almost knowing!"

"Can't put it off any longer!"

Reynolds locked the door to the detention room, limped to the police parking lot, and drove the police Chevrolet straight to 20 Elm Street.

……

20 Elm Street.

Catherine, who had had had dinner, sat on the sofa and stared blankly at the stuttering picture of the TV screen, unconsciously remembering Reynolds's fierce attitude in the afternoon, she was aggrieved and afraid.

But Dean's reassuring eyes made her feel warm and full of a long-lost sense of security.

Especially the caress of the other party's powerful hand, with a swaying magic, made Catherine hot all over, and there was a hint of water in her blurry eyes, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch her hot forehead and red apple-like face.

Call... Suck...

"Calm down, Catherine, it's impossible until you're cured!"

"Bang dang!"

The cacophony of glass shattering shattered her reverie.

"What sound?"

She trembled, subconsciously got up from the sofa and came to the window to observe the situation, and then froze in horror.

The black-haired, black-eyed, lame man jumped straight into the hall from the window with glass shards and blood, like a beast that pounced in the darkness, raised his gun and aimed it at her,

She turned and ran!

Bang! Wood chips were scattered, bullet holes were broken in the wooden floor beneath her feet, and the woman fell under the stairs.

"Someone! Help me! Help me—hmm..."

Cries for help turned into whimpering.

The sun has completely set, and night covers the land.

The limping man pushed the woman with her hands cuffed, her mouth gagged with strips of cloth, and her blindfold onto the couch in the back of the car and started the car.

It was dark in front of her, the car was jolting underneath, Catherine's wrists were sore from the hard handcuffs, and the cold wind flying in from the window pierced her skin like steel needles.

It was as if she had fallen into a nightmare, and the boundless fear that eroded her body like substance, made her tremble.

Her mind uncontrollably flooded with all sorts of cases of abductions of women she had ever known: seizures, captivity, torture, mutilation... Bloody scenes kept flashing in front of my eyes.

"God, who's going to help me?"

"Dean, save me!"

……

The car drove down the road out of Hawkins, and after a long time arrived at an abandoned log cabin in the suburbs, with wooden walls covered with verdant vines, a roof covered with dust and fallen leaves, and overgrown with weeds and dilapidated.

But when Reynolds escorted Catherine, drenched in sweat, into the cabin, the room was a completely opposite scene, with the four white walls glowing with light, apparently having been wallpapered not long ago.

The floor is covered with a pale blue carpet, which is clean and dusty.

The lily illumination on the ceiling radiates a soft glow that makes people feel warm.

Microwave, TV, coffee table, living room sofa, mirror, potted plants... The electrical appliances and furniture are readily available, not luxurious, but clean and simple.

Reynolds dragged Catherine into the middle of the hall in handcuffs, and removed her blindfold and the strip of cloth from her mouth to let the woman see the place in front of her.

Suddenly, a strong familiarity arose, and even suppressed the horror in Catherine's heart, making her pale cheeks startled,

"This is home?"

She shrunk her shoulders and looked around in disbelief, the place was exactly the same as her home at 20 Elm Street, in terms of the style of decoration, in the rooms, and in the color and size of every piece of furniture.

But the originally warm home made her feel creepy at this moment.

Why would Ryan transfer her to such a spooky place?

The man, as always, was silent, and instead of answering her doubts, he opened the refrigerator on his own and took out a bottle of brightly colored liquid, in which some green leaves and small lilac flowers were visibly floating to the naked eye.

He pinched the muscles on either side of Catherine's mouth, keeping her mouth open, and poured water into the bottle.

"Don't touch it! Stop it... Hmm..."

How could a frightened woman with her hands locked resisting an iron-hearted man, Catherine was soon forced to pour a stomach of water, I don't know how much salt was added to this water, it was salty and bitter, and the bitterness was mixed with a unique aroma with a camphor flavor, which made Catherine hold her stomach and retch,

But after two vomits, she began to feel dizzy and tired.

Immediately after that, his feet went limp, and he collapsed on his back on the carpet in the center of the living room.

The liquid she drank took effect quickly, her delicate and smooth cheeks began to slacken, and the lily illuminations in front of her spun inexplicably.

The mind is so slow that it can't think.

She could only keep her eyes open as Ryan in front of her split into two under the changing light, one with a rock-solid expression plated with divine golden light, and the other smiling softly at her.

Ryan withdrew his complicated eyes, took out two swollen white woven bags from the kitchen, and slowly poured the white salt around Catherine's body according to the method he had learned since childhood.

Whew...

The more salt is poured, the more you pour it.

With Catherine's body at the center, a cold wind blew in the room with the windows closed, blowing her black dress flying, revealing her beautiful figure dimly, like a silent invitation from the goddess of the night.

But Ryan ignored it and continued to pour the grains of salt, outlining a regular circle that completely enveloped the woman.

The wind is raging.

There were bursts of shrill roars in the air, and there were faintly transparent faces squeezing the invisible membrane frantically.

I want to come to this real world.

The lamp stands on the ceiling swayed violently, the dishes in the cupboards clanged, and the crystal grains of salt scattered in the air and spilled into every corner of the room.

Ryan squinted and continued to pour until both woven bags were empty, and he pulled out a glittering silver-glossy knife from the dining table.

Hmmm-

The sharp blade shallowly sliced through Catherine's two white jade-like wrists, outlining two strange blood-colored symbols—like a "W" emerging from the middle intersection, and like two "Vs" overlapping at the left and right quarters.

As soon as the symbol was born, Catherine, who was in a trance, suddenly opened her mouth with a hideous expression, and spit out a large black mist visible to the naked eye in horror.

After they left the woman's body, they turned into a black python and hovered in the air in the living room, blocking out the bright lights.

The light dimmed, and the floor of the room began to slam and vibrate, as if the ghosts and demons of hell were pounding wildly, and they were about to break out.

At this moment.

A hint of nervousness and hesitation finally appeared on Ryan's resolute face, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

But he closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and strode into the bedroom, taking out a black women's suit dress, a pair of black high heels, a plastic bag, pale blonde hair, and a glass tube of red liquid.

He sat on the sofa, took off his sweat-smelling jeans and blue shirt, put on new clothes, stood up awkwardly in his high heels, and looked at the dressing mirror in the living room—

A man with black hair and black eyes, a scruffy beard, with a lean body and a tight women's suit, looks weird and absurd, like a transvestite patient and a perverted clown.

But the cross-dressed man, with a solemn expression, took out the blonde hair in the plastic bag, and swallowed the tube of blood into his stomach with difficulty.

Grunt.

Liquid swallowing.

The black mist hovering in mid-air was summoned towards Ryan, circling him in a tentative circle, but never entering his body.

So he took out the silver knife and pointed it at his two wrists to carve two blood-colored symbols, just turning the double V on Catherine's wrist upside down.

Handstand characters appear.

The black mist pressed down on Ryan like a wave like a cat smelling fish, burrowing into his uncontrollably open mouth, nostrils, eyes, ears with a loud rumbling sound... Among the Seven Tricks.

The man seemed to be in the ice and snow, his skin quickly turned pale and lost his blood, and with the black mist pouring in, he painfully arched his limbs backwards, and slowly rose into the air in violation of the rules of physics.

It's like a specimen hanging from a spider's web.

Long.

All the black mist poured into the body, and the hall moved away.

Ryan landed smoothly, his pale face returning to its normal flush, and the sweat in his black hair reflected a wet sheen.

At this time, his eyes turned to the mirror, and in an instant he saw a strange monster-

The sheep's head, body, and body are covered with a thick layer of black hair, and the trapezius muscles are high and bulging in a triangular shape, which is extremely strong.

The six thick fingertips of the two hands are as narrow and sharp as black awls, flashing with cold light.

The two feet are magnified several times the sheep's hooves.

Its bulging face was also covered with black hair, and the two horns on the top of its head spirally curved and stretched to the sides, and the sides of its mouth were stained with bright red blood, as if it had just eaten a full meal of flesh and blood, and the triangular interlaced serrations in the mouth of the blood basin could be faintly seen.

Its eyes burned with dark green flames, like two floating ghost fires, without the slightest emotion of a living creature, only the cruelty of freezing souls.

Ryan tilted his chin and looked hatefully at the sheep-headed monster in the mirror, but the monster disappeared in the blink of an eye, revealing Ryan's true face in the mirror.

His gaze turned to the woman sleeping peacefully on the carpet, and with a deep hint of gratitude, he lifted his foot and slammed on a switch under the carpet.

Bang dang!

The central half of the floor in the living room slumped downward, and Catherine's body fell weightlessly.

The floor closed again, and she disappeared into the darkness of the underground.

Finally, Ryan was the only one left in the living room.

His demeanor was in a trance for a moment, and at the same time, the speed of light flashed in front of him, the words lingering in his ears, and his entire life-

Ryan Reynolds, our child, you are the only member of the family generation, we want you to be a happy rich man, but you must not forget the abilities and responsibilities of the family, you must insist on exorcism training every day.

Ryan, don't fool around in the bar all day, this mission is to be our assistant.

There's a step gone wrong, Ryan, the ritual has failed, run, run!

Child, it's not your fault, live, live!

Damn bum, how dare you come here and leave me a leg!

You finally woke up, I'm Catherine Medici, I saw you fall on the side of the road, so I took you to the hospital on my own initiative, but sorry, it was a little late, you couldn't save one of your legs.

Let me introduce you to a job, in the charity kitchen in the old town, the money is not much, but the work is very easy, and there is no problem with eating.

I remember you, Ryan Reynolds, and we've been friends since today.

Is it my turn to tell the story? Well, I'll tell you a secret, I got a weird disease a long time ago...

……

The towers of memories of the past generally crumble and fade away.

Now, I use my life as a weapon to perform one last exorcism and revive the glory of the Reynolds family.

With martyrdom determination, Ryan limped to the walls on all sides, struggling to tear open a large patch of wallpaper, pull open the carpet, and peel off the skin of the ceiling, revealing the black diagonals that densely covered every wall, floor, door, every corner, and the circle after circle of curves that never exited.

These black lines are connected end to end, like enchanted sacred wires, enclosing the entire upper room into an impregnable labyrinth!

……

Thundered!

The ancient being seemed to sense a mortal threat, and frantically turned into wisps of black smoke to get away from his body, but was dragged back by an invisible force and trapped in it.

There was a terrified, angry roar in the air!

Ryan Reynolds's exposed body was strangely fleshy, engorged, red, and ugly bumps, and then seemed to be corroded, revealing subcutaneous muscles and bones.

His whole being is being disintegrated.

But the pain to the bones didn't stop him, he threw gasoline and ignited the flames, and a wave of heat enveloped the labyrinth hall and the demonic black shadow of the sheep's head dancing behind him.

The boiling light of the fire reflected his blackened face and tears in the corners of his eyes, and he sat in the flames, grinning happily at the corners of his mouth.

"Exorcists will die from exorcisms, so let's disappear together!"

"No!"

Bang!

The explosion shook the sky, and the crimson flames engulfed everything.

……

Bang!

The flames rose into the sky, stinging his eyes.

Dean was shocked, leaned back against his seat, took off his black blindfold, and tiredly lifted the dark area of his mind.

"How's it going, Dean, have you found Ryan Reynolds and Catherine?" Hope, who was holding the steering wheel in front of him, asked anxiously,

"A log cabin on the outskirts of the east, speed up, hurry!"

(End of chapter)