Hawkins Police Department lobby.
Nick, who had his feet up on the table, glanced at the clock on the wall, it read 5:30 pm.
Usually at this time, he was already sitting in the car going home, looking forward to his wife's delicious dinner and thinking about some surprise gifts to buy on the way, but today he had to work overtime.
Nick's dark face showed distressed wrinkles,
"I'm off work first," the operator at the door waved to him, "I've already ordered a beef burger set meal from Bob's restaurant for you, two portions, and it will be delivered in half an hour."
"Haha, sweet Flo, if you weren't married..."
"Stop dreaming, you won't be able to wait in line. I want to find a handsome boy." The fat aunt rolled her eyes with a charming look, snorted softly, held her handbag in her arms, and proudly puffed out her plump chest. door.
Nick watched the waist of the bucket twisting away, humming a tune happily, and some wonderful illusions appeared in his mind.
The life of a police station in a rural town is so ordinary, and occasionally you have to find some fun outside of the family.
But his good mood was quickly broken.
Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!
There was a violent knock on the door in the detention room, which made Nick frown in annoyance.
"Why are you so crazy? We have to wait half an hour for dinner, please be patient!"
Nick walked to the door of the detention room, looked through the glass window, and his expression suddenly changed.
Ryan Reynolds, whose hands were handcuffed, fell to the ground at some point. His face was pale, his eyes were rolled up, his limbs were stiff and twitching, and a mixture of blood and saliva was sprayed from his mouth, dyeing the floor a shocking blood red.
The worn jeans on his lower body were stained with conspicuous urine from incontinence.
"Seizure?"
Nick quickly took out the key and opened the door, squatted down and adjusted Reynolds' body to lie flat, opened his mouth, tilted his head to one side, and quickly unbuttoned his clothes and trousers with both hands.
While he was concentrating on first aid.
Reynolds' eyes rolled up while lying on the ground suddenly returned to normal. He glanced at the holster on Nick's waist, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
Electric light and flint!
Reynolds pulled out the gun with both hands and knocked Nick to the ground while he was squatting with his shoulder.
The black police officer hurriedly sat up and felt a chill on his forehead. Something cold and dark pressed against his temple.
Reynolds looked at him condescendingly and ordered coldly, "Handcuff key!"
"Hey, man, relax," Nick swallowed, swallowing the threat, "The key isn't with me, it's with Sheriff Hope."
"Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"Stop, hold it steady. I'll give you the key, but you're only thirty years old, so don't make a big mistake in the heat of the moment."
"Shut up!"
Click.
Reynolds unlocked the handcuffs, stuffed the cuffs and keys into the bag, and rubbed his sore wrists.
"Where is Catherine?"
"I don't know, maybe at a friend's house?"
"How dare you not know, you bad-ass idiot!" Reynolds angrily waved the handle of the gun and hit the detective until he fainted with blood on his head, and found the car keys he had with him.
Then he walked into the empty hall, picked up a cup of coffee, rinsed his mouth full of blood, and started talking to himself nervously again,
"It's almost guessing, it's almost knowing!"
"We can't delay it any longer!"
Reynolds locked the door to the detention room, limped to the police station parking lot, and drove his police Chevrolet straight to 20 Elm Street.
…
20 Elm Street.
After dinner, Catherine sat on the sofa and stared at the lag on the TV screen. She unconsciously thought of Reynolds' fierce attitude in the afternoon. She felt aggrieved and scared.
But Dean's comforting eyes made her feel warm and full of a long-lost sense of security.
Especially the caress of the other party's powerful hands, with its soul-stirring magic power, made Catherine's whole body feel hot, and there was a trace of water in her blurred eyes. She couldn't help but reach out and touch her hot forehead and red apple-like face. .
breathe…
"Calm down, Catherine, it's impossible until the disease is cured!"
"Clang!"
The harsh sound of breaking glass broke her reverie.
"what sound?"
She trembled all over, subconsciously got up from the sofa and went to the window to observe the situation, and then froze in horror.
A lame man with black hair and black eyes jumped directly out of the window into the hall with his body covered in glass shards and blood. Like a beast jumping out of the darkness, he raised his gun and pointed it at her.
She turned and ran!
boom! Wood chips were scattered everywhere, bullet holes were opened in the wooden floor under her feet, and the woman fell down the stairs.
"Someone! Help! Help me - uh uh..."
The cry for help turned into a sob.
The sun has completely set, and night has enveloped the earth.
The limping man pushed the woman, who had her hands cuffed behind her back, a cloth gagged her mouth, and a blindfold covering her eyes, onto the sofa in the back of the car and started the car.
There was darkness in front of her eyes, and the car bumped beneath her. Catherine's wrists were sore from the hard handcuffs, and the cold wind flying in from the window pricked her skin like steel needles.
She seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, and the boundless fear eroded her body as if it were real, making her tremble endlessly.
Her mind uncontrollably flooded with the various cases of women being kidnapped that she had learned about: forced rape, imprisonment, torture, dismemberment... bloody scenes kept flashing before her eyes.
"God, who's going to help me?"
"Dean, save me!"
…
The car drove along the road out of the town of Hawkins, and after a long time arrived at an abandoned cabin in the suburbs. The wooden walls outside the house were covered with green vines, the roof was covered with dust and fallen leaves, and it was overgrown and dilapidated.
But when Reynolds escorted Catherine, who was soaked with sweat, into the cabin, there was another completely opposite scene inside the house. The four white walls were so bright that it was obvious that the wallpaper had just been put up not long ago.
The floor was covered with light blue carpet, spotless.
The lily lighting on the ceiling radiates soft light and makes people feel warm.
Microwave oven, TV, coffee table, living room sofa, mirror, potted plants... electrical appliances and furniture are all available. It cannot be called luxurious, but it is clean and simple.
Reynolds took the handcuffs and escorted Catherine to the center of the hall, and then removed her blindfold and the cloth from her mouth, allowing the woman to see clearly the place in front of her.
Suddenly, a strong sense of familiarity arose, even suppressing the panic in Catherine's heart, causing her pale cheeks to froze.
"Is this at home?"
She shrunk her shoulders and looked around in disbelief. This place was exactly the same as her home at No. 20 Elm Street, no matter the decoration style, the rooms, or the color and size of each piece of furniture. It was a replica.
But her originally warm home now made her feel creepy.
Why would Ryan move her to such a weird place?
The man was as silent as ever, and did not answer her questions. Instead, he opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of brightly colored liquid, in which some green leaves and lavender flowers were visible to the naked eye.
He pinched the muscles on both sides of Catherine's mouth, keeping her mouth open, and poured water from the bottle into it.
"Don't touch it! Stop... uh uh..."
How could a frightened woman with her hands chained resist a determined man? Catherine was soon force-fed a belly full of water. There was no telling how much salt was added to the water. It was so salty that it was bitter, and the bitterness was mixed with... A unique aroma with the smell of camphor made Catherine hold her belly and retching.
But within two seconds of vomiting, she began to feel dizzy and weak.
Then his feet went soft 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 relax, and the lily lights in front of her eyes rotated inexplicably.
The mind is too slow to think.
She could only open her eyes wide and look at the changing light and shadow. Ryan in front of her was split into two. One had a rock-hard expression and was coated with sacred golden light, while the other smiled gently at her.
Ryan withdrew his complicated eyes, took out two bulging white woven bags from the kitchen, and slowly poured the bags of white salt around Catherine according to the method he had learned since childhood.
Huhu...
The more salt you pour, the more salt you pour.
With Catherine's body as the center, a penetrating cold wind suddenly blew up in the room with closed windows, causing her black skirt to fly, vaguely revealing her beautiful figure, like the voice of the goddess of the night. Silent invitation.
But Ryan turned a blind eye and continued to pour salt, outlining a regular circle that completely enveloped the woman.
The evil wind became more and more raging.
There were bursts of sharp and harsh roars in the air, and there were faintly transparent human faces frantically squeezing the invisible membrane.
I want to come to this real world.
The lamp stand on the ceiling swayed violently, the tableware on the cupboard jingled, and crystal salt particles floated in the air and fell to every corner of the room.
Ryan squinted his eyes and continued pouring until both woven bags were empty. He took out a shining silver knife from the dining table.
Swish——
The sharp blade sliced open two of Catherine's white jade-like wrists, and outlined two strange blood-colored symbols - like a "W" emerging from the middle intersection, and like two quarters on the left and right. Overlapping "V".
As soon as the symbol was born, Catherine, who was in a daze, suddenly opened her mouth with a ferocious expression, and spat out large tracts of black mist visible to the naked eye in horror.
After they left the woman's body, they turned into a giant black python, hovering in the air in the living room, blocking the bright light.
The light dimmed, and the floor of the entire room began to thump and vibrate, as if ghosts and ghosts in hell were beating wildly and were about to break out.
At this moment.
A trace of nervousness and hesitation finally appeared on Ryan's resolute face, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.
But he closed his eyes and clenched his fists hard, strode into the bedroom and took out a black women's suit skirt, a pair of black high heels, a plastic bag of light blond hair, and a glass tube of bright red liquid.
He sat on the sofa, took off his sweaty jeans and blue shirt, put on new clothes, stood up awkwardly on high heels, and took a look in the full-length mirror in the living room——
A man with black hair, black eyes, and an unshaven beard, his skinny body wearing a tight women's suit, looked weird and absurd, like a transvestite patient or a perverted clown.
But with a solemn expression, the cross-dressed man took out the blond hair from the plastic bag and swallowed the tube of blood with difficulty.
Gurgling.
Swallow liquid.
The black mist hovering in the air rolled towards Ryan as if summoned, circling around him to test, but never entered his body.
So he took out his silver knife, pointed it at his two wrists and carved out two red symbols, which happened to turn over the double V characters on Catherine's wrists.
Inverted characters appear.
The black mist was like a cat smelling fishy smell, pressing towards Ryan like a wave, and got into his uncontrollably widened mouth, nostrils, eyes, ears... and seven orifices amidst bursts of loud rumbling noises.
The man felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow. His skin quickly turned pale and lost color. As the black mist poured in, he painfully arched his limbs backwards and slowly rose into the air in violation of the rules of physics.
Like a specimen hanging in a spider's web.
a long time.
All the black mist poured into the body, and the abnormal movement in the hall disappeared.
Ryan landed smoothly, his pale face returned to its normal rosiness, and the sweat in his black hair reflected the wet sheen.
At this time, he turned his eyes to the mirror and instantly saw a strange monster——
The sheep's head and body are covered with a thick layer of black hair, and the trapezius muscles are bulging in a triangular shape, extremely strong.
The tips of the six thick fingers on both hands were as narrow and sharp as black awls, shining with a cold light.
The two feet are sheep's hooves enlarged several times.
Its bulging sheep face is also covered with black hair, and the two horns on its head are spirally bent and stretched to both sides. The mouth is stained with bright red blood, as if it has just had a feast of flesh and blood, and the triangular interlocking serrations in the bloody mouth can be faintly seen.
Its eyes burned with dark green flames, like two floating will-o'-the-wisps, without any emotion of a living creature, only the cruelty of a frozen soul.
Ryan tilted his chin up and stared at the sheep-headed monster in the mirror with hatred, but the monster disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Ryan's original face reappeared in the mirror.
His eyes turned to the woman sleeping peacefully on the carpet. With a touch of deep gratitude, he raised his foot and stepped on a switch under the carpet.
Bang!
Half of the floor in the center of the living room suddenly dented downwards, and Catherine's body immediately fell weightlessly downwards.
When the floor closed again, she disappeared into the dark underground space.
Finally, Ryan was alone in the living room.
His expression was in a trance for a moment, and at the same time, the faces that had passed away flashed before his eyes at the speed of light, the words lingering in his ears, and his entire life——
Ryan Reynolds, our child, you are the only member of this generation of the family. We want you to be a happy and rich man, but you cannot forget the family's abilities and responsibilities. You must insist on exorcism training every day.
Ryan, don't hang out in the bar all day. Come be our assistant on this mission.
Something went wrong, Ryan, the ritual failed. Run, run away!
Child, this is not your fault, live on, live on!
Damn tramp, how dare you come here and leave me a leg!
You finally woke up. I'm Catherine Medici. I saw you lying on the roadside, so I took it upon myself to take you to the hospital. But I'm sorry, it was a little late, and one of your legs couldn't be saved.
Let me introduce you to a job at a charity kitchen in the old city. The money is not much, but the work is easy and there is no problem in eating.
I remember you, Ryan Reynolds, and from today on we are friends.
Is it my turn to tell a story? Well, let me tell you a secret, I got a strange disease a long time ago...
…
The tower of memories of the past collapses and disappears.
Now, I use my life as a weapon to perform one last exorcism and restore the glory of the Reynolds family.
With the determination of a martyr, Ryan limped towards the four walls, struggled to tear apart a large piece of wallpaper, pulled away the carpet, and peeled off the ceiling wall covering, revealing the densely packed walls, floors, doors, and Black diagonal lines at every corner, and endless curves that have no exit.
These black lines are connected end to end, like enchanted sacred wires, surrounding the entire upper room into an indestructible sealed maze!
…
Boom!
The ancient existence seemed to feel a fatal threat, and turned into wisps of black smoke crazily, trying to get away from his body, but was pulled back by the invisible force and trapped in it.
There was a horrified and angry roar in the air!
Ryan Reynolds' exposed body was strangely torn apart, bloodshot, red, and bulging with ugly bumps, and then seemed to be corroded, exposing the subcutaneous muscles and white bones.
His whole being is being decomposed.
But the bone-piercing pain did not let him stop. He threw gasoline and ignited the flames. The billowing heat wave surrounded the entire maze hall and the black shadow of the sheep's head dancing like a demon behind him.
The boiling fire reflected his charred face and tears in the corners of his eyes. He sat in the flames, grinning happily.
"The exorcist must die in exorcism, let's disappear together!"
"No!"
Boom!
The explosion was loud and the red flames engulfed everything.
…
Boom!
The fire shot up into the sky, stinging his eyes.
Dean's whole body was shaken, and he couldn't help but lean back against his seat. He took off the black blindfold and tiredly cleared the darkness in his mind.
"How's it going, Dean, have you found Ryan Reynolds and Catherine?" Hope, who was holding the steering wheel in front, asked anxiously,
"In a small wooden house on the eastern outskirts, speed up, quick!"
(End of chapter)
