"Mr. Gerald, in this situation, should we go outside?"
Apartment manager Doyle asked Lovett, who was standing nearby, with some uncertainty.
Lovett was no longer as flustered as before.
Having just been provoked, he felt guilty but also didn't want to disappoint Sora.
Lovett believes that, upon closer examination, Sora was entirely dragged down and even killed by his own actions.
If I hadn't been so irritable during our first meeting a few days ago, and if I had been willing to listen quietly for even ten minutes longer, the outcome might have been completely different.
Just now, upstairs, when the phone call was still going through, Sora had a chance to escape.
Upon closer reflection, even later on, Sora had many opportunities to escape on his own.
As a "professional," Lovett didn't believe that Sora would have some contingency plan or means if he wanted to run away.
But his choice was more noble than he had imagined; Lovett had even thought that similar behavior only happened in movies.
At this moment, Lovett seemed to have broken through his previous self, becoming unusually calm and rational.
Faced with Doyle's question, he only needed to think for a moment before he knew what to do.
He grabbed Doyle and ran outside.
"Wait, Mr. Gerald, are you sure you want to go outside?"
Although Doyle was somewhat flustered, he did not stop, though his tone remained uncertain.
Lovett appeared calm, but he was actually quite nervous inside.
As they got closer to the outside, he then explained things to Doyle to relieve the pressure.
“Mr. Doyle, although I believe Sora is still fighting it, the demon is upstairs. Why is there no light outside the building, but the lights inside are still on?”
"If there's still electricity, why is the elevator not working now?"
Doyle seemed to understand a little, but he had no interest in thinking about these issues.
“Mr. Gerald, just say what you know. We might be heading to hell soon.”
"The answer is, it doesn't want us to go out; it's lying to us! Break out!"
"Bang!"
The sound, like thin glass shattering, rang in their ears.
The noise from outside returned to my ears.
The two had never felt that the honking of cars and the noise of passing vehicles could be so pleasant, or that the streetlights and various lights could be so beautiful.
Lovett and Doyle both breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
Looking back at the apartment building, most of the lights were on, and you could even vaguely see residents moving around in their homes, as if nothing had disturbed them.
"Mr. Doyle, you'd better not travel with me. Let's split up."
Doyle opened his mouth, then suddenly slapped his thigh.
"We can call the police!"
With that, Doyle took out his phone and dialed 911.
Remembering that Sora had asked him to keep the secret, Lovett wanted to stop Doyle, but he also really hoped the police would come, since the police are generally considered to provide a sense of security.
In that moment of hesitation, Doyle's call to the police had already been connected.
"Hello, this is the 911 emergency call center."
A formulaic female voice came from the phone.
"I need to call the police, we've run into..."
"Smack..."
Lovett snatched the phone and spoke into it.
“Someone has planted tNt explosives in the apartment building at 1130 Queen’s Road. The situation is very critical. Please come quickly. We need more.”
After saying that, he pressed the hang-up button with a "beep".
Doyle immediately realized what was going on and couldn't help but admire Lovett's rationality, saying directly that no one would believe you if you encountered a demon.
"Clang~ Clang~ Clang..."
At that moment, a long, drawn-out chime rang out, signaling the nine o'clock hour from the cathedral a street away.
Doyle thought to himself, following the sound of the bells, that the police might try to persuade him to go to church.
Yes! The church! A flash of lightning seemed to strike Doyle's mind.
At the same time, the operator at the alarm center paused briefly before hearing a busy tone on the receiver.
"Oh shit!"
"Hanks, quickly find out where 1130 Queen's Road is, and track the location of that phone call. Someone has called the police about a terrorist bomb attack!"
The police acted immediately. Even if it was a prank, who would dare to gamble?
"Found it! Damn it! This phone number belongs to the building manager of that apartment building!"
"Hurry! Hurry! Act now!"
"Notify the ambulance and fire department to prepare!"
...
Meanwhile, after finishing their phone call, Doyle and Lovett were rushing towards the nearest church, but they couldn't hail a taxi after several attempts.
Although Doyle has his own car, it's parked downstairs in the apartment building, and he wouldn't dare go back to drive it now.
After the phone call, Lovett originally told him to split up or go home, since being a building manager was his job, and his home was in another direction.
But Mr. Sora's earlier words, "Mr. Doyle! You've already seen the shadow of the devil, do you think you can escape?" immediately flashed through my mind.
Lovett didn't hear this because he was in a state of confusion at the time.
In the end, Doyle decided to run to the church with Lovett instead of waiting for the police, who might not come at any time and might not even be of any use. They knew there was a cathedral two blocks away.
Although the church is usually empty at this time of day because it's Friday, it might be different since it's Christmas season.
Because the journey wasn't far, the two arrived at the church in just over ten minutes.
Although it was Christmas season, the streets were nearly deserted except for a few cars because it was so cold at night.
When the warm-toned outdoor lights of the church came into view, both of them felt much more at ease.
"Click~ Squeak~~"
Doyle opened the church doors, and all the chandeliers inside were on.
A Christmas carol was playing on repeat, but there was hardly anyone in sight.
“Jinglebellsjinglebells”
"JingleallthewayOhwhatfunitisto"
“rideInaonehorseopensleigh…”
Unlike the sound from the player, the a cappella voice came from under the central cross of Jehovah.
It was only then that Lovett and Doyle noticed a figure dressed in a long black robe standing beneath the statue of Jesus.
The Christmas carols sang beautifully from his lips, full of sacred charm.
It must be a priest!
Doyle, a Christian, had these thoughts in his mind.
But shouldn't priests wear white during Christmas?
The two gradually approached the cross and the priest.
"Father, we've encountered trouble, we've run into..."
Doyle's words were stuck in his throat.
Because the "priest" who turned around was none other than "Sola".
Sora looked at the two of them with a kind smile and spoke in a calm voice.
"It seems your Lord cannot protect you."
Lovett and Doyle felt goosebumps rise on their skin from tens of thousands of pores all at once.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
All the crystal chandeliers shattered simultaneously, plunging the entire church into darkness! 89
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