I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 56 Imprisonment
"Mr. Dante, I told you that you can come to me at night, but it's definitely not so many people coming together."

Catherine's complexion was very bad. She stood at the door with her long hair hanging down. She was wearing a thin black lace-trimmed pajamas, and looked angrily at the four, five, six, and seven people outside the door.

"My husband is dead, are you in such a hurry? To disturb a sad widow in the middle of the night?"

Her words were extremely sharp, and she was very dissatisfied with blocking the door.

"Mrs. Catherine, there are other doubts about the cause of your husband's death. Please cooperate as necessary."

When it comes to the outside world, Joseph has always been the number one in charge of the action team, with a natural poker face and a very serious expression.

It was the same as when he knocked on my door. Dante glanced at him and didn't speak.

"What about the law enforcement order? I have the right to refuse." Catherine was unmoved, and complained to a middle-aged police officer who was not tall and a bit fat at the far end:

"Officer Buck, I'm a law-abiding citizen in the neighborhood you're in charge of, so don't you care about this group of people?"

The police officer named Buck shook his head, indicating that he had also received orders and had no right to interfere.

"Huo is this?!"

"No, it's not simply cold." Dante shook his head slowly, and subconsciously glanced at Catherine.

"Don't touch it! Damn it!"

It's not an evil spirit, nor is it Richard's spiritual body. It's more like an obsession that can't go away. Dante frowned, recalling the mystic knowledge and Taoist theory he had mastered during this period.

"Let me tell you, if you are only asking me these unnutritious and boring questions, I will definitely choose to complain to the city hall tomorrow!"

After a few steps closer, everything returned to normal.

Catherine's eyes suddenly flashed panic, and then she quickly covered it up:
"Of course, this is the last thought left by my husband. Why do you ask this?"

She turned her head to look at Dante again, her eyes were full of complaints, pleas, and anger, all of which were very complicated.

"The law enforcement order has been brought, and it's just to cooperate with the investigation. Mrs. Catherine, what are you resisting?"

George glanced at her casually. "One more word and your head might pop open like a watermelon."

Obsession on her body?Oil painting can hinder?Dante nodded thoughtfully.

The muscular man walked towards the oil painting seriously, and was about to reach out to take it off.

A black lacquered revolver was pressed against her forehead, and the arm of the person holding the gun was very steady without any shaking.

In the blink of an eye, Dante seemed to see that the man's expression became painful. The smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to be pulled by two invisible threads. His eyes were filled with sadness and gradually blurred.

"Just curious." Dante didn't bother to explain too much to her, and looked at Joseph, who understood.

This... He looked sideways at the oil painting above the fireplace. The man in the painting was smiling at him, and that smile added a bit of indescribable weirdness and horror in such an environment.

"This oil painting is not bad. Is it your self-portrait?"

"Ma'am, I have tolerated you for a long time."

Ignoring the police officers with embarrassing expressions on their faces, Dante said flatly:

Everyone looked at each other and walked in.

Taking advantage of the routine interrogation by his companion and the police station, he lightly touched the palate with the tip of his tongue, put his right index finger and middle finger together, quietly brushed the corner of his eyes, and used the method of seeing Yin and Yang for the second time.

Joseph's startled voice suddenly sounded. He took off the oil painting and turned sideways hastily.

He already had a relatively clear judgment on this case.

"Don't look at me, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat watermelon in the future."

The handsome detective turned his head. Instead of feeling uncomfortable with his companion's rude behavior, he felt that it should be so.

There should be something forcibly trapped it. He glanced at several companions, and found that Joseph and George didn't respond in any way except Ivy seemed to feel something was wrong.

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Catherine took a deep look at him, but she didn't block the door again. She turned sideways and said impatiently, "Come in, it's really disturbing."

But soon, she quieted down.

The source of one's own feelings is the ether residue caused by the most difficult emotion before death.

Catherine wanted to ask that police officer Buck for help, but seeing that the latter kept silent, it was obvious that she didn't dare to speak out.

Is it that even death is thinking about her? Dante thought silently, looked at Catherine, and said:

"You feel it too?" Ivy turned sideways and asked in a low voice: "I suddenly feel that the room is very cold."

Dante was in a trance, and saw that everything was back to normal: the warm yellow light filled the living room, shining on every corner of the sofa, coffee table, fireplace, etc.; the companions beside him were asking questions, and Catherine's attitude was becoming more and more serious. impatient.

Combined with the knowledge of mysticism in this world, it is different from special spirits such as wraiths and evil spirits, which can only appear in the area around the dead body, forming a small-scale influence, even insignificant.

He looked at Ivy and George on the left and right, but found that none of his companions seemed to notice anything.

As soon as he entered the door, Dante felt the uncomfortable feeling before again, as if there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the room, which was very cold.

Resisting the urge to use spells, Dante looked around slowly, looking for other traces to verify the guesses in his heart.

One low cry after another echoed in my ears, and the whole room seemed to be smeared with a layer of ink, and the tone became gray and gloomy.

The outline is like a noodle that has been pulled long, and the oil painting is connected at the end, as if someone is pulling back desperately inside, causing the outline to continuously twist and rippling.

Strange. Dante thought secretly, carefully examining the villa he visited for the second time.

From Dante's perspective, a shallow, distorted outline suddenly appeared behind her.

Between breathing, there seemed to be a low-pitched crying sound coming out again.

Catherine screamed like a machine whose switch was touched.

Suddenly, the angle of view changed, and the feedback of inspiration increased rapidly. Before he had time to observe carefully, Dante's hairs were already standing on end.

Catherine, with her arms folded, has that outline flashing around her from time to time, allowing Dante, who has already opened the method of insight into Yin and Yang, to observe more carefully.

"...you disappoint me, handsome detective."

"Oh, you didn't have the attitude you have now the night before yesterday."

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Catherine's expression was full of hostility, which was quite different from the enchanting face she had seen a few times before.

Dante's gaze followed, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

On the wall, there is a cumbersome magic circle with two layers of concentric circles inside and outside, and four hexagrams in the innermost. Several words are written in Arengo language on it.

The color is connected together like blood-like letters, it is a spell.

"Imprisoned, the dead who cannot escape."

(End of this chapter)