Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

June 19th.

Switzerland is sunny in the morning.

But the people in the evening bell church don't think so.

Up to Matthew, down to the core members are all in decline.

Even the regular meeting every morning cannot be held.

Yes it is.

Last night, they began to vomit and diarrhea again.

In a luxurious room.

Matthew was lying on the bed with blank eyes, looking at the sunlight outside the window with a vain expression.

The better the sun, the more dazzling he felt.

"I didn't eat anything yesterday, why do I still have diarrhea."

"Lord, is this your punishment for me?"

Matthew was already a little desperate.

Since Twilight began to vomit and diarrhea collectively, he hasn't eaten anymore and should drink more water at best.

But even so, it was not spared.

Matthew had doubted the food, but found that there was no problem.

Suspected the source of water, but no problem was found.

The water he drinks now is exclusively purchased pure water. It not only goes through modern industrial disinfection procedures, but also has to boil before daring to drink it.

However, should vomit or vomit, should pull or pull.

"Fortunately, the church now seems to have turned the contradiction to Vaderism, otherwise, in the current situation of Twilight Bell, there is no fighting power at all."

Matthew even felt that if he couldn't solve Twilight's troubles.

It is very likely that some time will pass.

All members of Twilight Clock will vomit and diarrhea to severe dehydration and can only be admitted to the ICU intensive care unit of the hospital.

"No... absolutely not like that."

Matthew couldn't accept that the dignified Twilight Church, an organization that specializes in hunting evil spirits, would end up so comically and miserably.

"I have to find a reliable person to solve this matter."

"But now, it seems that the only person who hasn't been affected by Twilight Church is Ryan..."

"and many more……"

Matthew sat up abruptly from the bed. He squinted his eyes and said puzzledly, "Why is Ryan okay? Shouldn't..."

"Even if he has a special ability to transform into evil spirits, he is a flesh and blood body after all, and it is impossible not to eat or drink."

"I was recruited, but he was not affected in any way."

"Something's wrong..."

"Did I think it was too complicated at the beginning, but he did it?"

"That's not right, why did he do this?"

"And as long as he dares to do it, he will definitely be discovered."

"Unless the real man behind the scenes deliberately avoids him."

Vaguely, Matthew felt that he had discovered the truth.

He turned his head directly and looked at a corner.

"Tiquel..."

Matthew shouted.

Next second.

Some mist appeared in the corner, and a man with a pale face and no eyesight came out.

"Your Excellency, what's your order..."

Tiquel’s voice was weak and weak, and he was holding a roll of toilet paper in his hand. .

Obviously, he is preparing to go to the toilet.

Seeing this, Matthew felt another turbulence in his stomach, but he was holding back.

"Is James awake?"

Tiquel weakly said, "Not yet, but Ryan is taking care of him. I heard Ryan say that James will wake up naturally at 9 o'clock in the morning."

Yesterday, James regained consciousness after being treated by Len's electrotherapy.

But when he saw Ryan, he didn't know if he was scared or what was going on. He rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Matthew sneered, "Wake up naturally at 9 o'clock? If this is a mental illness, you actually believe it?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

Tiquel’s expression was embarrassing.

Matthew waved his hand, "Go and stare at Ryan. I want to know what Ryan does every day and who he has contacted with. You have to feed me all the details. There must be no omissions."

Tiquille nodded and said, "Yes, I will go now."

As soon as the voice fell, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

want……

Going to pull...

...

At this moment.

James closed his eyes tightly and lay unconscious on the bed in the room.

Beside.

Ryan was wearing his white coat, which he never washed, and looked at James with a serious expression.

He opened the sleeve of his right hand.

What was exposed was a watch drawn with a pen.

The lines are crooked and crooked, looking very ugly.

"Something's wrong..."

"I seem to have forgotten something."

Ryan squinted his eyes, reached out his hand and took a pen out of his pocket, and filled in two pens on the watch pattern.

"Hey... it's exactly nine o'clock."

Next second.

James lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and took a long breath.

"Huh..."

James opened his mouth, his face very dazed.

He feels uncomfortable now.

I am so weak that I can't remember what happened before.

His head is as dull as paste.

As long as he thinks about it, he can't help but want to vomit.

It seemed that he had encountered something terrible before going into a coma.

Ryan on the side saw this and said solemnly, "Patient James, it's the second time you wake up now, how are you feeling?"

James subconsciously said, "I feel bad, am I dying?"

He hasn't slowed down yet, his consciousness is hazy.

The scene before him reminded him of the time in the mission hospital.

He can't distinguish between reality and illusion.

Ryan said solemnly, "Don't worry, I am an excellent doctor. As long as you are still my patient, death does not exist."

James was relieved "Thank you."

Ryan waved his hand, "No thanks, you just pay for the medical bills."

James said, "How much is it?"

Ryan said with a smile, "Not much, just give me 10 billion."

"Ten billion?"

"I will give you ten billion?"

James' face changed and he suddenly woke up.

"Wait? Ryan, why are you in my room?"

"Yeah, why am I in your room?"

Ryan scratched his head and muttered, "Did I come to the toilet?"

As soon as I heard of going to the toilet.

James's face went dark. "You get out of me, I don't want to see you now."

He found that there was something wrong with his memory~www.readwn.com~ Before the coma, he couldn't remember completely.

But Ryan was angry.

He looked at James in disbelief and said angrily, "I am your attending physician. This is how you treat me?"

James endured his impatience and said, "I have forgotten a lot. I need to be quiet now."

Ryan spit on the ground disdainfully, "Don't change the subject, you pay the medical bills quickly."

"Would you not be able to get 10 billion out?"

"James, don't tell me that you are also Matthew's kind of brutal force."

James was stunned. "Who is Matthew?"

Ryan said impatiently, "It's Twilight's psychiatric hospital director Matthew. The director told me yesterday that he has lived for hundreds of years and is immortal, and that he is very dangerous."

"Damn, I wanted to kill him, but now it makes me a little bit embarrassed."

Heard this.

James frowned. He remembered the leader of the church hunter organization, who also seemed to be called Matthew.

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