PFC Chapter 3672 Evil Force ()
Chapter 3672 Evil Force ()
Chapter 3672 Evil Power (X)
The lights in the corridor went out one by one. The backs of the two brothers were almost instantly swallowed by the darkness. In the darkness, the tiny sounds were infinitely amplified. Danny's slightly rapid breathing showed his nervousness. Johnny also slightly hunched his body, and his eyes were almost burning with fire.
The word "Alarming Doom" appeared on the screen in cursive script. Eddie, who was sitting at the computer desk, exhaled lightly, leaned back, stretched his aching neck, and muttered, "I never knew Schiller had a talent for directing. This pseudo-documentary is quite realistic."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Venom yelled, "Hurry up and keep playing, I want to watch more! What the hell is coming over here?!"
"Don't worry, I'll fix the front first." Eddie continued to lean forward, staring at the computer screen carefully, and began to use video processing software to adjust the special effects of the fonts. He changed the original abrupt method to a handwritten animation, and combined with the rustling sound of writing, it brought another weird and thrilling atmosphere.
Then, Eddie imported a new video file and placed it after the title subtitles appeared.
First there was a long black screen, then a little noise, followed by the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor, and then the sound of a recorder being turned on.
"My name is Neog Sosip, an honorary researcher at All Souls College, Oxford University, and an expert in folklore and mysticism. Please forgive me for having to tell you such a thrilling story in this way. Because no one would believe the terrible events I have experienced this week. The story started with that popular movie and a little-known terrifying demon..."
Eddie listened quietly, occasionally clicking on a certain frequency band with the mouse, subtracting a short pause to control the rhythm of the speech, and then put on headphones to process the tone, making the man's voice sound deeper and more mysterious.
After the black screen ended, the sky suddenly brightened. The bright sunshine formed a sharp contrast with the terrifying atmosphere of the monologue just now. The iconic Vatican wall appeared in the picture. The person with the camera was sitting in a car, and the lens was shaking. He didn't look like a professional photographer.
"Today is May 5th." The familiar voice sounded again, "I came to the Vatican to visit an old friend of mine. In the secular religious class, he is usually called a cardinal. But I think many people don't know that he is also the vanguard of the earth's defense against demonic invasion. I just hope he can solve my troubles..."
The scene changed again. In an office with mahogany floors and very old-looking brick and stone walls, there were many documents on the table in front of the camera. A bald old man in a robe was slowly putting on his glasses.
"It seems to be correct." He said slowly, "The symptoms of these people who are possessed are very typical. They are possessed by the devil, indulge in those evil dreams, have their souls sucked away, and die in their sleep."
"There was one exception," the camera owner said, "a schizophrenic boy living in a nursing home. Did he resist the demonic attacks? Or was there some other force that helped him?"
The old man shook his head slightly and said, "Perhaps this is a conspiracy. A conspiracy woven by the devil who has returned to Earth. He wants to use this boy to achieve some purpose. But there is no doubt that Nelson is special. If you want to thwart the devil, you must protect him."
"I don't know what to do. I came to you just to find out about this devil. The country across the ocean was in darkness for a long time, but there hasn't been such a serious accident in decades. My colleagues take it very seriously, and I must solve it as soon as possible."
"Come with me." The old man walked out from behind the desk and turned to walk towards a small door on the right wall. The camera followed him through the small door and came to a narrow and dark library. There were all kinds of books and files piled up here, not only on the shelves, walls, floors, desks, and even windowsills, but all of them were very old and yellowed files.
The old man searched for it, and finally took out one of the books, handed it to the owner of the camera, and then made a gesture to him to keep quiet.
"Don't say his name."
A hand picked up the file, and the camera stopped on a name - "Mephisto".
Schiller put down the file in his hand and took off the camera hanging around his neck. The old man came over and said with a smile: "How is it? This one should pass, right?"
"Not bad," Schiller said. "A slightly darker environment is indeed more conducive to creating a mysterious atmosphere. Audiences like to watch this."
Schiller spent some time importing the video he had just recorded into his phone, and then sent it to the bishop. The bishop put on his glasses, squinted his eyes, checked the video on his phone, nodded and said, "Not bad, I look quite professional. I thought I was not old, but now it seems that I am a little behind the times. I would never have thought that I would have to bring a camera to shoot a documentary during an exorcism."
"In fact, the exorcism has been completed. This scene was just reshot for the completeness of the plot. After all, I understand that you want to promote the church's contribution in fighting the devil. This scene can well express that it was your support for Dr. Sosip that enabled him to escape from that horrible experience."
"It's really interesting," said the old bishop. "I will definitely go to see the movie when it comes out. I think my colleagues will go too."
"I'm planning to hold a premiere at the new magic school. You can enjoy the movie with the wizards of Kamar-Taj and the Avengers. I think you'll have a lot to talk about."
The old bishop's smile deepened. He nodded and patted Schiller on the shoulder.
Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the studio door. Eddie, who was leaning on the back of the chair, suddenly woke up and turned around to see Schiller pushing the door open.
"How's it going? Is the cut done?"
"It's still early." Eddie wiped his face, picked up a piece of Lindt chocolate candy from the side and threw it into his mouth. Schiller sat down next to him. Eddie reached out and adjusted the screen, and the two looked at the picture on the screen together.
"Oh, damn. Did you feel that?" Danny looked at Johnny. Johnny's face was serious.
"I feel the power flowing. Anyone with such great power can't be an ordinary demon. Maybe it really is Mephisto."
Tap, tap, tap... Suddenly, the sound of leather shoes heels stepping on the ground was heard in the empty corridor, and it was getting closer and closer.
A strong gust of wind blew the two men back a few steps, and they had to shield their faces with their arms.
Suddenly, a scream that didn't sound like a human scream came from the end of the corridor. All the lights came on, but the lights turned into a terrifying blood red. A black shadow that was as tall as the ceiling and whose arms were almost long enough to drag on the ground flashed past the window at the end of the corridor.
Danny also let out a terrified cry, but Johnny had already caught up with him. Schiller followed behind the two of them and rushed towards the window together.
When he came to the window, he smelled a strong smell of burning. Johnny opened the window and looked down. He was confronted with a dark face with completely burnt and wrinkled skin and only a pair of eyes.
The other person's torso was shrunken, probably only as big as a seven or eight-year-old child, with black skin tightly attached to his bones, but his limbs were unusually long. Like a giant spider, he lay on the outer wall of the sanatorium and looked up at Johnny.
Johnny was so frightened that he took a step back. Danny rushed over, but when he looked again, the ugly and weird monster moved its limbs quickly and crawled away.
"What is that?" Danny asked. "Is it an illusion? Or some kind of cursed creature?"
"Those are monsters from hell." Johnny took a deep breath and said, "In Mephisto's hell realm, there are countless monsters that have been tortured and their limbs and shapes have become distorted. They are all different, but all very scary. One thing they have in common is that they are stained with the scent of hell's ashes."
"Ashes of Hell?" Schiller said aloud.
"Yes. The burning smell we smelled just now is the smell of hell's ashes. And..." Johnny lowered his head and reached out to touch the edge of the windowsill. There were some black marks on his hands. He showed them to the two and said, "This is hell's ashes."
Danny was about to say something when a scream came from downstairs. It sounded like a female voice. They hurried downstairs. The corridor downstairs was also filled with a faint smell of burning. The scream alarmed the nurses on this floor, and they rushed into the ward where the scream came from.
Johnny and Danny rushed ahead. Schiller wanted to move forward, but stopped and shouted at them: "Wait! Don't go in!!"
"Bang!" The door closed instantly. Everything became strangely quiet. Schiller, who was still in the corridor, could not hear any movement. His eyes fell on the doorplate of the ward again.
He remembered that there was only one patient in this room, and he was a boy. So the scream just now could not have come from the patient in the ward, it must be a trap set by Mephisto.
After the door was closed, the two people in the room also reacted. The figure lying on the bed was obviously a man, and it was unknown whether he was unconscious or in a dream. He did not react at all to such a loud noise.
The moment the door was closed, the three windows in the room opened one by one. The strong smell of burning came again, and the white walls were ignited and gradually burned black. The bed, bed curtains, and equipment were all engulfed in the flames. However, the figure lying on the bed stood up in a strange manner.
"He's possessed!" Johnny shouted. "Stop him!"
Danny rushed forward and knocked the man down. But soon he found that his hand was being burned. He let out a low cry of pain. The moment his muscles relaxed, the man broke free from him.
With a "swish", flames burst out of Johnny's eye sockets. He instantly transformed into a ghost rider, staring at the patient who rushed over with his eyes filled with anger.
"You... are guilty!"