PFC Chapter 4241 Possession by Evil Spirits (21)
Chapter 4241 Possession by Evil Spirits (21)
Chapter 4241 Possession by an Evil Spirit (Part Twenty-One)
“I’m not kidding, you’ve really failed miserably as a ghost,” the agent said. “It’s true that this is your first time playing a ghost, but haven’t you ever watched a ghost movie? Look at those ghosts in the movies, they only appear for a few tens of minutes and can kill dozens of people. And look at you, how many days have we been here? Where are you? Even if you went on vacation to Hawaii, you should be back by now!”
“Every day it’s just finding clues, finding clues, listening to dialogues, listening to dialogues. The plot is so long and tedious, and you can’t skip it. The clues are given in segments, a little bit here and a little bit there. If you’re going to do this, you should buy a plane ticket right now and fly to Gotham on the East Coast, go to Arkham Asylum and find Edward Nigma, kick him out, and become the Riddler yourself!”
"What a terrible ghost! You either scare people or kill them. You've been here for almost a week, and all you've done is cause a zombie-like incident. I can tell you're a country bumpkin. If you'd ever worked in a big city for even a few days, you'd know that with this kind of performance, you'd be fired in two days!"
"You actually have the nerve to ask me why I fired the gun. If I hadn't fired, would you have sat here and talked to me until dark?!"
The agent brandished the gun in his hand and said, "This isn't a gun, this is my homemade plot skip button!!!"
boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
The agent fired five shots, sending Peter flying out of the church. Holding his gun, he said, "Coming to a church again? You think fighting here is more artistic? Guess how many holes Jesus had???"
The evil spirit could no longer contain itself. It stood up and roared. Peter's body visibly emitted a black aura, and after letting out an extremely terrifying shriek, it lunged at the agent.
The detective had already put his gun away. He didn't hold back, unleashing his full power and ramming into the evil spirit with a powerful shoulder strike. With a bang, the two collided, and the detective actually pinned the evil spirit to the ground, then began punching it.
boom!
"I'll teach you to commit child marriage!"
boom!
"I'll teach you to run a cult!"
boom!
"You damned..."
Before the evil spirit could utter a curse, the detective grabbed his neck and snapped his cervical vertebrae with a snap.
Then he stood up from Peter's body, exhaled, and said, "Sorry, Peter, but this is the only way to get through."
He glanced at his health bar, which was clearly almost empty. This was because he had not only said things unrelated to the plot, but also used his own power. Since this power wasn't exactly a superpower—it wasn't externally granted, but rather the result of the release of his own muscle limitations—the system could only deduct health points, not prevent him from using it.
Just as the health bar was about to drop to zero, dark clouds suddenly gathered over the entire town. The detective saw many people emerge from the empty houses—or rather, many mummified corpses.
They looked as if they had just crawled out of the mud, their bodies covered in dirt and grime. Their long-decayed bodies moved somewhat sluggishly, like those of living people, which looked extremely eerie.
They rapidly approached the agent, while the evil spirit controlling Peter's body roared angrily, commanding the mummies to attack the agent.
The agent pressed the gun against his body, clicked it open with one hand, smiled, and said, "That's right, honey."
In the mental world, Bruce and Peter finally finished disposing of the body. Just as they were returning to town, they suddenly realized that the people they had seen on the road were gone.
"Have they gone home?" Peter looked around in confusion. "Why is there no one here?"
They rushed towards the town center and witnessed a horrifying scene: people were disappearing one by one.
They were still chatting on the street, looking relaxed and laughing, when their bodies gradually became transparent until they disappeared without a trace, which looked very scary.
"Good heavens, what's going on?!" Peter couldn't help but turn around and look around.
Bruce, however, observed something more: "They seem to be detaching. Are they... going back to the real world?!"
"But they're dead in the real world, right?" Peter asked, puzzled. "Could someone still be alive?!"
"They are indeed dead, but don't forget that evil spirits have the ability to control corpses. And as part of the mental world controlled by evil spirits, they may also be able to control their own corpses."
"But why do they want to go back to the real world?" Peter rushed up to someone and reached out to grab him, but he only touched nothingness, and the other person seemed completely unaware.
“This means something’s happened in the real world.” Bruce didn’t make such a futile attempt. He said to Peter, “Schiller must know what’s going on. Let’s go find him.”
"But where can we look for him?"
"follow me."
They ran all the way to the church entrance, and unsurprisingly, they found their pursuer inside the chapel. The pursuer seemed to be attending a service, standing motionless in front of the pulpit.
“Schiller?” Bruce called out tentatively.
The hunter turned around. Bruce felt a chill run down his spine the moment he saw those desolate eyes. He thought: if he didn't know Schiller, he would definitely think he was an evil spirit. Anyone would think so. Or perhaps this unseen evil spirit wasn't necessarily as terrifying as Schiller.
He didn't know why this was happening; he just had a gut feeling. Bruce believed that ghosts were something very far removed from humans. Although they tried to disguise themselves as being similar to humans—for example, possessing normal people or appearing in human-shaped ghost forms—various small details revealed that they were not human at all. No matter how cunning a ghost was, it couldn't escape Batman's discerning eye.
But Schiller appears to be a human being in every way; you can't see any flaws in him. Yet, there's a certain innate sense of crisis and intuition telling you: he's not human; he's some kind of unknown being.
Even Batman couldn't pinpoint the source of this warning; it was a thought process beyond his control, making him realize that his control over his mind wasn't as perfect as he thought. But perhaps it was precisely because of this that he escaped unscathed.
“It’s angry,” the Hunter said. “It’s sending its followers to the real world. You should go back too.”
How do I get back?
"It didn't find you, so it will get you out of here soon. You should wake up soon."
"What about Peter?"
“He can’t leave.” The Hunter shook his head and said, “His body in the real world has probably been killed. If he goes back, he can only control the corpse, which won’t be a good feeling. Besides, it’s better for him to stay.”
"What are you going to do?"
"It made a wrong decision, a huge mistake."
Bruce saw that the moment Schiller finished speaking, his slightly unfocused gaze began to focus, as if he had suddenly seen something.
And that thing saw him too.
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. At that moment, Bruce realized that Schiller was the abyss.
Schiller turned and walked away. Bruce looked back at him, but before he could see what Schiller was going to do, his figure began to gradually become transparent. His entire world of consciousness went blank. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Kent's face.
"My God, you've been unconscious for almost two days!" Kent said, his face filled with anxiety and worry. "I wanted to get you some medicine, but I was afraid something might attack you. You're finally awake!"
Bruce was about to speak when Kent grabbed him and hugged him tightly. Kent squeezed him so hard that his chest ached, so Bruce could only weakly say, "Let me go first."
“I’m so sorry,” Kent said. “I didn’t really mean to hurt you. Please believe me, Bruce. I really didn’t!”
Seeing Kent's excited expression, Bruce smiled helplessly. He knew Kent wasn't just referring to the dungeon, but he simply said, "I believe you, Clark. Could you get me some water?"
“We’ve run out of water,” Kent said. “I found a house and got some water for you.”
Bruce took the water, drank a sip, and then froze: there was something wrong with the water too. It seemed to contain stimulants. Was he still asleep?
He looked Kent up and down, but he was certain that this was indeed Clark Kent, not an evil spirit in disguise. So, the town's water supply in the real world was also problematic?
He hadn't noticed before because his class in this instance was running a supermarket, so naturally he'd bring supplies when exploring. He brought a lot of bottled water, and being cautious, he generally didn't eat or drink outside. He hadn't touched the water Aunt Kane had given him, so naturally he hadn't noticed.
Then he looked at Kent, who probably had drunk a lot of water. He was a little worried, but then he suddenly thought: Kryptonians don't seem to be afraid of stimulants, right?
No, Superman doesn't seem to be a Kryptonian anymore, because he doesn't have any Kryptonian abilities. However, since he used to have a super brain, and the threshold for excitement in a super brain is much higher than that of a human, Kent probably wouldn't even notice if he were a little excited.
But Bruce still cautioned, "There might be something wrong with this water; you should drink less of it."
"Huh?" Kent said in surprise, "But if I don't drink this, there's no other water, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it."
“Okay, a little drink won’t hurt,” Bruce said, shaking his head.
"Why are you doing this again?" Kent pouted, looking aggrieved. He said, "You said there was something wrong with the water, but then you said it's okay to drink some. Isn't that contradicting yourself? If something happens to me after I drink it, you'll blame me. But if I don't drink it, there's no other water to drink..."
Bruce had already noticed the problem with Clark drinking this water: his hyperactivity manifested as emotional agitation and excessive talking. Or rather, this was how most people behaved when they were hyperactive, but it seemed somewhat endearing in Clark's case.
Henry is actually one of the more serious types of Superman, and he's not usually that lively. But after taking some stimulants, he becomes childish like a kid. Bruce actually finds him kind of cute.
Bruce quickly shook his head and asked, "Is something unusual in town?"
"Something's wrong? What's wrong? I didn't..."
Before he could finish speaking, a desiccated corpse crashed through the window and leaped in, letting out a hoarse roar. A claw swiped across Kent's back, leaving three deep, bleeding gasps. He screamed in agony, "Ugh!!!"
Bruce quickly pulled out a crowbar and slammed it down on the mummified corpse's arm. The arm was as hard as metal, and with a clang, it didn't break, but just bent slightly.
However, because the attack was ineffective, the mummified corpse not only failed to be repelled, but also seized the opportunity to get close and slashed Bruce's neck with its claw, causing blood to gush out instantly.
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