Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 149 Illusions
Ding!The elevator went up to the fourteenth floor it marked and stopped, click!Two heavy elevator doors slid left and right into slots, revealing two police officers with wary faces inside.

Jeffrey reached out and pressed the door open button next to him, keeping the elevator in place.

"Just wait here? Dude." Baker next to him said suspiciously, he couldn't see what's wrong with the actual thirteenth floor.

"Um,"

Thinking of the priest's instructions, Jeffrey felt that it was best to keep his own place at this time, even if he couldn't see anything unusual.

"Damn it, I can't see anything."

Baker looked at the thirteenth floor in front, at the spacious hall and its aisles, muttered, and then looked at the air humidifier at his feet.

"Including this thing, I don't know what it is used for."

Jeffrey glanced at him and said something very realistic, which woke Baker up instantly.

"If you knew, you wouldn't stand here and dare not move, why don't you go up and try?"

Baker's face twitched, and he looked at himself with resentment in his eyes.

Jeffrey simply ignored it and continued to stare at the thirteenth floor in front of him.

The next second, when no one was seen, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded.

Because of the presence of the priest, Jeffrey, who was not very nervous at first, tensed up and stared at the front.

And Baker obeyed his instinctive reaction, and quickly pulled out the Glock 19 from the holster at his waist to aim at it.

Bang bang, the footsteps are getting closer.

At this moment, the voice of the priest came along with the sound of footsteps.

"it's me."

Baker and Jeffrey looked at each other, and the two had a good understanding. Baker didn't relax, and his gun was still aimed at the empty space in front of him.

Suddenly a pair of hands stretched out from the void and quickly grabbed his pistol. Baker was horrified and pulled the trigger directly, but found that his hand was empty.

Swish!
Jeffrey also pulled out his pistol at this time, but the sudden appearance of a majestic figure in the elevator made him stop pulling the trigger.

"Father Yorks?"

Jeffrey was short of breath, and the muzzle of the gun was still aimed. After all, this situation was a bit frightening. He obviously couldn't see anyone, but suddenly appeared in front of him.

Being pointed at by Jeffrey's gun, Yorks smiled as if nothing had happened, and threw the Glock 19 in his hand into the arms of the terrified Baker in front of him.

"The gun is good."

Then, under the terrified and vigilant eyes of the two, Yorks picked up the humidifier with one hand and walked out of the elevator again.

Combined with what happened just now, Yorks knew that in the eyes of these two police officers, his figure might disappear again, leaving only the sound of footsteps.

"It will be fine if you go down, call you if you have something to do."

As soon as these words came out, Jeffrey quickly pressed the door close button and clicked on the first floor when he saw the thirteenth floor which was empty with only the sound of footsteps.

Click!Seeing the elevator doors closing slowly, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fk! What happened just now?"

Baker put the pistol into the holster, touched his forehead subconsciously, and found that it was covered with sweat. He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, the situation just now was really scary for him.

"Is that man really Father Yorks?"

Jeffrey also recalled the situation just now, and felt that his back was wet while his whole body was relaxed.

"If it wasn't for the priest, we'd be dead," Jeffrey whispered, putting the Glock 19 back in the holster.

"He took your gun away because he was afraid that you, a careless guy like you, might have misfired."

Hearing this, Baker thought of the scene where he snatched the gun with great precision and pulled the trigger. He felt his mouth was extremely dry and swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva.

"Too."

"Even so, we have to make sure." Jeffrey took out his mobile phone and dialed the priest's phone number for the first time.

"Confirm the situation of the priest, so that we can know whether the priest just now is real or not."

However, the mobile phone sent a reminder that the other party is not in the service area and cannot be connected at present.

The two of them stiffened again and looked at each other. Fortunately, in the next second, the priest seemed to know their situation and sent a text message. This made Jeffrey and Baker feel relieved and at the same time dumbfounded.

[The humidifier has been obtained]

.........

.........

1408 number.

Click!The door opened, revealing Yorkshire standing in the corridor. He waited for a moment and saw that the time on his phone had resumed the one-hour countdown. Then he glanced inside, left the door open, and then stepped into the room. .

Combined with what happened in the elevator and the time change of the mobile phone, he knew that the entire thirteenth floor was full of hallucinations. In this way, what he saw was not necessarily what he saw in essence. After all, in this hallucinatory space, the actual The bathroom can become the living room in your eyes.

Maybe there is nothing, but the living room also appears in your eyes.

Maybe you simply stepped into the hallucinatory space created by the spirit of the room.

In this case, only the things brought from outside are real things, namely the humidifier and the last bottle of holy water in his hand, including the backpack he brought from outside.

Glancing at the backpack lying quietly on the sofa, Yorks stayed put and began to pour all the last bottle of holy water deliberately left into the humidifier.

"I want to see how you resist my move." Yorks muttered in his heart, and directly enchanted the air humidifier that was already working in front of him.

This is the reason why he only needs one humidifier. The enchantment that can increase the essence can make the humidifier evaporate at an explosive speed, exerting the effect of dozens of humidifiers.

[Twenty points of magic power have been used]
[...]
Twenty points equals twenty times, and a humidifier enchanted with twenty points equals twenty humidifiers.

As the reminder sounded, under Yorks' perception, the humidifier under his hand instantly became wet, and the holy water inside was rapidly evaporating, spreading into the surrounding air.

He raised his eyes and looked forward, the room in his eyes was like a photo that was being slowly burned by the flames, and it gradually turned into a corridor.

The corner of Yorks' mouth twitched, it turned out that he had only walked ten steps just now.

"Excellent, no wonder those deceased were tortured by you to the point of committing suicide to seek relief."

Recalling the room just now, Keshi couldn't help sighing, and walked forward with a humidifier that exerted the effect of twenty humidifiers in one hand.

With every step, everything around returns to its original state.

For example, the room numbers on both sides of the aisle, 1432 becomes 1401, 1433 becomes 1402 and so on.

He carried the humidifier and turned it all around, letting the holy mist formed by the holy water fill the air, restoring the entire thirteenth floor to its original appearance. Only then did Yorkist stop in front of No. 1439. The number 1439 above gradually turned into No. 1408.

"This is the door of truth..."

Yorks opened the door and returned to suite 1408, this time with an extra humidifier.

It was the same operation just now, Yorks allowed the door to open wide, and stopped in place to let the mist filter it first.

In the end, in his eyes, the originally clean apartment gradually showed its true appearance.

The glass partition between the living room and the room was covered with blood stains brighter than the color of ketchup, including the clean floor.

In the misty space, there are traces left by the dead everywhere. This is not only the sprayed blood, but also some liquids and things that are unclear and incomprehensible.

Yorks shook his head, consciously held his breath and walked towards the sofa where the backpack was.

It turned out that suite No. 1408 had never been cleaned, and all the cleaners in the hotel were so lonely.

Fortunately, when he came over, he had already used holy water to confirm that the sofa was a clean area, otherwise the place where he was sitting might be the dirty things left by the dead.

Yorks put the humidifier with only a little holy water left on the sofa, unzipped the backpack and took out a bottle of holy water again, poured it into the humidifier, and refilled the glass again.

His mind was racing fast.

"The task name is the spirit of the room, so your body is this suite 1408? Do you hate being cleaned? Do you like to slowly appreciate the pain left by the dead?"

Mumbling to himself, Yorks put his backpack on his left shoulder again, and put his left hand on the humidifier that was still working. The magic power in his body surged, and he enchanted the humidifier for the second time.

"I also hate monsters like you who kill innocent people indiscriminately, so I'm going to judge you this time! Appreciate your pain."

[Twenty points of magic power have been used]
[...]
The reminder sounded, plus the previous [-] o'clock, the effect of this humidifier is the sum of forty humidifiers.

The holy water that had just been filled quickly evaporated in an instant, turning into a large mass of moist mist that spread rapidly towards the surroundings, which also accelerated the speed of changes around, and large and distorted snowflakes appeared one after another.

Letting the surroundings change everywhere, Yorks took out the fully loaded MK14 revolver grenade gun from his backpack, checked it with a click, and confirmed that there was no problem. He began to carry the humidifier like a hunter looking for prey, and followed the surrounding The fog moves everywhere, the main room, and the auxiliary room ensure that the hallucinatory space in every part of the 1408 suite is expelled, and the original shape is revealed...

In the end, only the bathroom was left, but the holy water in the humidifier had evaporated, and there was a loud beep.

With a blank expression on his face, Yorks put the humidifier on the floor, took out a bottle of holy water from his backpack and poured it into the humidifier, picked it up again and stepped into the clean bathroom.

According to the deceased's information, this bathroom had committed suicide by cutting his wrists and throat. Since the suite had not been cleaned from the beginning to the end, the bathroom must not be so clean.

"The outside has been completely demolished. If this room is your main site, then this is probably your only piece of pure land?"

Yorks stopped in the bathroom, squinted his eyes, put the humidifier on the floor, and let the mist quickly spread throughout the bathroom.

When the mist filled the air, the outer wall of the bathroom began to fall off, and on the floor, the bathtub slowly showed its original appearance, stained with blood...

"At this!"

The muzzle of Yorks shifted immediately, aimed at a shadow in the corner, and pulled the trigger.

boom!
The holy grenade sprayed out, and the shadow he saw just now disappeared in an instant, and the result was just hitting the wall and throwing debris all over the place, but Yorks also heard the scream that seemed to be nothing,

After confirming that this is where the so-called spirit of the room is, Yorks just wanted to continue pulling the trigger to expel it.

In the next second, an unexpected scene happened, and a new space appeared under the change of vision in a blink of an eye.

"kindness?"

Yorks stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar layout around him, his pupils trembling.

The originally dirty bathroom now became a medium-sized room in his eyes.

The bookshelf by the wall is full of relevant medical materials and trophies, next to it is a wardrobe for hanging clothes, opposite is a bed, next to the bed is a computer desk and chair, and there is a vase by the window in front of it.

Yorks looked down at his hands, the revolver had disappeared, and his right hand was holding a small sprinkler.

The memory package that was buried in the depths of his mind was opened. This was the room in his hometown in his previous life.

At this moment, a voice that had been buried for a long time came.

"Son, let's go downstairs for dinner!"

This was the voice of his mother in the previous life. Yorks pursed his lips, staring at the flower pot, hesitation appeared on his face for the first time.

Although he knows that the scene at this moment is all fake, it may be the last resort of the so-called spirit of the room, allowing him to unknowingly create an illusion that belongs to the depths of his own memory, and create a scene that he misses too much .

Yorks took a deep breath, looked at the clock on the computer table, closed his eyes and finally put down the sprinkler in his hand.

"Let you live a little longer!"

To be honest, he really wanted to see his parents in front of his eyes, even if it was fake, because this was an opportunity to see it with his own eyes, not an imagination in his memory.

"Hurry up and come down!" The long-lost voice sounded again, and Yorks only felt a slight fluctuation in his mood, which had been stable all along, even when Mount Tai was on top.

"call!"

Yorkshire or Ning Weize breathed out again, suppressing the sudden surge of emotion in his heart. He glanced at the flower pot on the window sill, looked at the vivid vegetation on it, and turned to go downstairs.

"Here it comes! Mom!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)