American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Fifteen minutes later, looking at the security guards sprawled on the ground, Coulson amiably approached them and cleared up the misunderstanding, resulting in a "happy ending" for both sides.

Grant Ward, rubbing his reddened wrist, said,

"Director Coulson, the Cecil Hotel had a major case of a woman's disappearance seven days ago.

Since Li Ang is an exorcist, could his insistence on entering be because of..."

Although he didn't finish the sentence, Coulson understood his meaning. He raised an eyebrow, amiably waving to the security guards who were scrambling to their feet and running back, and said in a serious tone,

"Tell me about it."

"Yes... The missing woman's name is Coran Da, she's 21 years old and from Canada.

She came to America to study, checked into the Cecil Hotel seven days ago, and the last activity record was in the elevator before she disappeared."

At this point, Grant Ward's expression also showed some confusion. He paused slightly and continued,

"It's just that her behavior was a bit strange. After entering the elevator, she pressed all the buttons, then leaned her upper body out of the elevator before immediately retreating, and then kept repeating this action.

After repeating it seven or eight times, Coran Da hunched over and cautiously walked out of the elevator. She gesticulated as she walked, waving her arms and legs like she was possessed.

Until now, the Los Angeles police still haven't found the missing Coran. They even deployed police dogs to search every room layer by layer, but to no avail..."

Lowering his arm, Coulson said nothing and turned to look at the Cecil Hotel not far away.

At this moment, the sun was strong, and the golden light shone on its walls, coating it with a brilliant golden hue, making people feel warm.

But Coulson suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if some kind of evil power was quietly brewing in the unseen darkness.

Professional matters naturally require professional people to handle. Coulson, with Grant Ward, braved the hot sun and finally found the two of them in a Sichuan hot pot restaurant nearby.

Looking at their appearance of eating with relish, their mouths full of oil, Grant Ward's hands trembled with anger, and he couldn't wait to pull out his gun and shoot them on the spot.

These two heartless guys ran away themselves, leaving them there to take the blame!

Coulson stopped him, saying that these were trivial matters and that the big picture should be the priority.

Grant Ward showed admiration. Although the two sides belonged to different camps, Coulson could still suppress his anger, truly enduring what ordinary people cannot!

That's right... Now the demons of hell are spreading Coulson's name, working out daily with voodoo dolls with Phil Coulson's name written on them, praising and cheering!

"You two, don't just stand there, come and eat something ~"

Seeing Li Ang beckoning them, Coulson and Grant Ward found chairs and sat down. He wasn't hungry, but he symbolically ate a few bites... Beef tripe?

Damn... So spicy!

Putting down his chopsticks and quickly drinking a glass of water to suppress the spiciness in his mouth, Coulson asked Li Ang.

"Mr. Li, what's in the Cecil Hotel?"

Grant Ward also looked over, quietly turning on a recording pen.

"There's something strange, in your words, it's a Wraith."

Without concealing anything, Li Ang answered directly.

"Mr. Li, we'd like to hear the details."

Cupping his fist in a traditional Chinese gesture, Coulson's expression became serious.

"Wraith is actually a kind of energy. It exists in this world day and night. If it's some vengeful Wraith who died unjustly, because the energy is large, it can affect our retinal nerves and cause us to have hallucinations.

If the energy is even greater, it can affect our brain cells and motor nerves, which is called Wraith possession.

Situations like the Cecil Hotel are rare. On the contrary, the lonely souls and wild ghosts that have no effect on us are everywhere!"

With his hands crossed on the table, Li Ang stretched his head and lowered his voice. He suddenly pointed a finger to the side.

"There's one over there..."

Coulson and the others' hearts skipped a beat, and they quickly looked over, only to see an empty red chair leaning against the wall.

"There's also one on our ceiling."

Li Ang pointed to the ceiling again, but it was empty.

"There's also one behind me... Hey, buddy, you can listen, but why are you putting your arm around my shoulder? Thanks ~"

He moved his shoulders, and Coulson and Grant Ward couldn't tell if it was real or fake, but they were shocked.

[Emotion value from Phil Coulson +719]

[Emotion value from Grant Ward +711]

Looking around, nervously pursing his lips, Coulson asked eagerly.

"Mr. Li, do you have any way to deal with Wraiths?"

"Hehe ~" He shook his fingers twice, with an expression that said you asked the right person.

"To fight Wraiths, you need chocolate, to catch Wraiths, you need plastic wrap, because plastic wrap contains a kind of nitric oxide sulfur, which can wrap up the Wraith's energy molecules.

Chocolate contains a lot of milk, and Wraiths are most afraid of cows. That's why the Ox-Head under King Yama always has more than Horse-Face..."

"......"

Looking at the other party's eloquent appearance, Coulson listened with a dazed look, always feeling that something was wrong, but Grant Ward had already professionally taken a small notebook and wrote it down, planning to try it himself sometime.

Aside, Darwin tucked a piece of cabbage into his mouth, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Grant Ward was actually a bit... pitying?

"Mr. Li, we are different from you, we are just ordinary people, so, is there any way to let us also see Wraiths?"

Not wanting to think about those logical or illogical questions anymore, Coulson asked what he was most concerned about now as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Hmph hmph... Good question, then I'll teach everyone a new trick."

Pa.

A bottle filled with blue liquid was heavily placed on the table by Li Ang.

"This bottle is not mouthwash, but cow's tears. As long as we dab a little and gently rub it on our eyelids, we can see the so-called lonely souls and wild ghosts!"

"Good! Sir, you are truly a talent!"

Clap clap clap, Coulson clapped his hands with joy, almost jumping up with excitement. He thought it was some precious rare item, but he didn't expect it to be cow's tears?

America lacks everything, except cows!

This thing is nothing rare, find some time to report to Director Fury, and see if he can build a cow tear industrial production line.

At that time, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents will have a bottle in hand, wouldn't that be great?

Holding the bottle of cow tears and looking at it back and forth, Coulson was somewhat reluctant to let go.

Subsequently, under Li Ang's urging, he and Grant Ward dabbed a little cow's tears and nervously looked around.

[Emotion value from Phil Coulson +737]

[Emotion value from Grant Ward +736]

Coulson: "......"

Grant Ward: "......"

Ah... Just that... Quite suddenly... Didn't prepare mentally......

"Mr. Li, where are the Wraiths?"

With a stiff face and a cracking sound in his heart, Coulson's eyes were almost popping out, but he still didn't see anything!