LRAB Chapter 153 Rui Gen
Chapter 153 Rui Gen
Chapter 153 Rui Gen
Chris's house is at the other end of the block; it's a three-story villa with a small garden.
The white fence, green lawn, and red brick wall create a warm and ordinary look.
But once you step through the gate, the atmosphere changes.
The living room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn.
A middle-aged woman stood on the stairs, looking tired.
She saw Chris come in, nodded, and looked at Father Iller and Chen Yuan with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Who are they?"
To avoid disturbing Regan, Father Iller changed into ordinary clothes instead of his priestly robes.
That's not a big deal, the main thing is that Chen Yuan was wearing a big gold chain around his neck.
"The priest in the church."
Chris gave a brief introduction.
"How is Regan?"
"Still the same as always."
The woman shook her head.
Chris didn't say anything, and started walking upstairs.
Father Iller and Chen Yuan followed behind her.
The staircase wasn't long, but with each step, the feeling of oppression grew stronger.
Upon reaching the second floor, there was a long corridor.
At the end of the corridor was a door, closed, with a dim yellow light shining through the crack.
A middle-aged man stood at the door.
He shook his head when he saw Chris come up.
"It's the same old story; she's demanding that we loosen her restraints."
Chris looked at Father Iller and Chen Yuan.
"Ragan is inside."
Her voice was trembling.
"We tied her to the bed."
"If she's not tied up, she'll hurt herself."
Father Iller nodded and took two steps forward.
He stood in front of the door, raised his hand, and placed it on the door panel.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
The room was small, with a bed against the wall and a lamp on the bedside table, its dim light illuminating the entire room.
A little girl wearing blue pajamas was lying on the bed.
She looked about eight or nine years old, thin and small, with her golden hair scattered messily on the pillow.
Her hands were tied to the bed railings on both sides with strips of cloth, and her ankles were also tied, so that she was fixed to the bed in a "T" shape.
There was a dried pool of green vomit on her chest, which looked particularly jarring against her blue pajamas.
Her face was covered with dry, cracked scars, like a parched riverbed, with cracks covering her entire face.
Blood seeped from the cracks, a dark red color that looked particularly eerie under the dim light.
Chen Yuan stood at the door, his gaze fixed on the little girl.
He could see that ball of black energy.
It is more than ten times more intense than that on the statue of the Virgin Mary.
The black mist emerged from the little girl's body, like countless tentacles, twisting, writhing, and spreading throughout the room.
There's a layer on the ceiling, on the walls, and even on the windowpanes.
The entire room felt as if it were enveloped by a giant black octopus.
Father Iller could not see these things.
He just felt that the room was a bit cold and damp, as if the air conditioner was on.
He was shocked when he saw the little girl's scarred face.
This child's condition is really serious; no wonder Chris turned to theology.
He sighed inwardly, but kept a calm expression on his face.
He took two steps forward, stopped by the bed, bent down, and tried to make his voice sound gentle.
"Hello, Regan."
The little girl didn't move.
Her eyes were closed, as if she were asleep.
"We are your mother's friends and want to help you."
The little girl opened her eyes.
Those eyes were fixed on Father Iller, their pupils devoid of any emotion.
His gaze fell on Father Iller's face, scrutinizing him from top to bottom and left to right, as if he were examining a piece of meat.
Then those eyes darted around and looked toward the doorway.
He looked at Chen Yuan.
His gaze lingered on Chen Yuan for a second before returning to Father Iller's face.
The little girl opened her mouth.
A rough, hoarse male voice came out of that mouth.
"Then you have to help me untie it."
The voice was deep and hoarse, like that of a middle-aged man who had overindulged in smoking and drinking, and it was completely mismatched with the little girl's size.
Father Iller was taken aback for a moment.
But he's an old hand, and he quickly adjusted.
"We're afraid you'll hurt yourself, Regan."
His voice remained calm.
"Can you tell me why you did this?"
The little girl stared at him.
Those eyes held no childlike innocence, only something unsettling.
"I am not Regan."
"I know."
Father Iller nodded.
He had seen this situation many times. Mental illness patients would create another personality for themselves in order to escape reality, and firmly believe that that personality was their true self.
Regan is playing that role now.
"Let's introduce ourselves."
Father Iller raised his hand and pointed to himself.
"I am Iler."
He then pointed at Chen Yuan.
"He is Chen."
The little girl's voice suddenly grew louder, becoming shrill and piercing.
"I am the devil!"
The sound echoed in the small room, making the windowpanes rattle.
"Untie me right now!"
Father Iller:
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He was silent for two seconds.
Then he asked a question.
"If you're a demon, why can't you just make the rope disappear?"
Chen Yuan:
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Yes.
Why?
Chen Yuan looked at the little girl who was tied up tightly on the bed, and a series of question marks popped into his mind.
He could clearly see the black energy emanating from the little girl, so thick it was almost tangible.
Why can't we just make these strips of cloth disappear?
This demon is so low-class!
Little girl:
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She stared at Father Iller, whose scarred face remained expressionless.
But Chen Yuan felt that she seemed to be stunned for a moment.
It's not the kind of "guilt after being exposed," but rather the kind of stunned silence that comes from "I hadn't thought of that question before."
The room fell silent.
The dim light cast dappled shadows on the wall.
Father Iller stood there, his face still bearing that gentle expression, but there was something else in his eyes.
It wasn't fear, but a sense of knowing, like "I knew it."
Chen Yuan stood at the door, staring at the black mist, speechless.
This devil seems to have been stumped by Father Iller's question.
Like I said before, this demon is just too low-class.
"Ragan" remained silent for a full ten seconds.
The room was so quiet that you could hear the wind outside the window and Chris's suppressed sobs downstairs.
The dim yellow lamp cast dappled shadows on the wall, and the expression on that scarred little face was unpredictable.
Anger, frustration, embarrassment—a whole host of emotions swirled through my mind.
Finally, she, or rather it, spoke.
"It's too vulgar to display magic in that way, Iller."
The voice was still that rough, hoarse male voice, but the tone carried an arrogant "I'm too lazy to bother with you" attitude.
Father Iller nodded, his "I knew it" expression becoming even more pronounced.
"oh."
He took half a step forward, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at the little girl who was tied up on the bed.
Where is Regan?