Chapter 3 What's in the suitcase?

The environment inside the roadside hotel is not good.

The lighting was dim, the place was dirty, and there was an unpleasant smell that was hard to describe.

The floor of the corridor on the second floor was even peeling, which made the middle-aged mayor who came along frown.

But Father Matthew didn't care about such small details.

When he arrived at the guest room by the window at the end of the corridor, he calmed himself down a little, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

“Knock, knock.”

No one responded, and there was no sound from behind the thin door.

It was as if the occupants had already left.

The priest frowned when he saw this, having a bad feeling.

So he knocked twice again.

Still no one responded.

Matthew therefore decisively raised his hand and tapped the door lock.

There was a metallic click, and the door that was locked from the inside was opened with just a simple movement! The mayor behind him was stunned.

The priest ignored everything else, opened the door, and walked in hurriedly.

Then he was stunned.

Because the residents inside did not leave, nor did they fall into a coma due to illness or anything.

The thin black-haired boy was wrapped in a blanket, sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, staring quietly at Matthew who broke in.

But his condition was obviously not very good.

In other words, the guy who was alive and well and killing people everywhere on the plane before, is now in a state of rapid deterioration.

The room was stuffy and the air conditioner hanging on the wall was not turned on, but the boy sitting at the head of the bed was shivering all over.

The gaze he gave was dull and lifeless, and his overall appearance was obviously much weaker than what the priest had seen before.

When he saw someone breaking in, he didn't say anything, but just opened his mouth and uttered a series of vague and indistinguishable syllables. His face was gloomy and full of stale air.

“From what I’ve heard, patients with advanced cancer are often in extreme pain.”

The mayor, who was following behind the priest, spoke, looking at the boy with sympathy in his eyes.

"My whole body ached and I couldn't even sleep at night because of the pain. I was so weak that I couldn't even get out of bed and walk. I didn't even have the strength to cough up the phlegm in my throat."

The priest said nothing when he heard this.

Of course he knew what people with this disease would look like at the end of their lives.

A few years ago, he had a paladin sent by his superiors as a bodyguard. He was a dark-skinned tough guy who could even be shot by bullets without blinking an eyelid.

Cold, calm, and powerful, this is the impression many people have of him.

However, at the end of his life due to cancer, the Knight often cried bitterly, and his most common words were, "Let me die, don't save me anymore, please."

“You have no idea how much this hurts.”

In comparison, the boy in front of him was obviously much tougher.

But no matter how tough he is, he is ultimately powerless against disease and death.

Just like his pale and withered face, bathed in the sunlight coming in from the window, it was full of lifelessness.

"Poor child..."

The priest walked into the room with a heavy heart.

Because he couldn't be sure whether his arrival could save the other person from the brink of death.

However, he didn't have any extra thoughts to think about it afterwards.

Because he saw something in the corner of the room.

Something that made his pupils suddenly shrink and made his hair stand on end! It was a suitcase.

A black, metallic suitcase that looked expensive! Father Matthew had seen it before.

Saw it in a psychic not long ago.

This suitcase made of special material once contained and released the evil spirit that massacred more than a hundred people!

And if there is enough space for the evil spirit to exert its power, it can kill more lives! This discovery made Matthew, who was originally walking towards the boy, freeze in his tracks.

The atmosphere in the room thus became somewhat strange.

The mayor had been following the priest. Although he saw the box, he didn't think there was anything special about a suitcase.

Seeing the priest stop halfway, he thought he was dissatisfied with him for being in the way, but he didn't dare to say anything.

So the mayor said sympathetically: "It's too stuffy here. I'll go out for some fresh air. If you need anything, you can always call me."

The priest remained silent and did not respond.

It seemed as if she agreed to his suggestion.

How arrogant! The middle-aged mayor, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and was well-mannered, cursed inwardly when he saw this.

On the surface, he nodded gracefully towards the boy sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, then turned and left with a smile.

Unfortunately, Andy never looked at him from beginning to end. His dull blue eyes were always staring at Father Matthew in his dry and sickly eye sockets.

"Mind if I open it and take a look?"

Matthew suddenly spoke, and his expression returned to normal, but his voice unconsciously became extremely dry.

Andy lowered his eyes when he heard this, as if he really didn't have the strength to speak, and could only respond with this small gesture.

But Father Matthew's steps remained frozen in place.

After the plane crash, the brutal and bloodthirsty evil spirit disappeared, and the relevant tracking and investigation by various domestic departments are being carried out in full swing.

The suitcase that appeared before his eyes made it difficult for the priest not to doubt whether the evil existence that no one could find was here.

Always being brought by the boy? This guess is not unreasonable.

Firstly, no matter how powerful an evil spirit is, it is difficult to suppress its desire and instinct to kill. As long as it kills people, there will be traces left, and they can successfully track the clues.

Instead of the current situation, where there has been no news at all for three days.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Unless the evil spirit has been resealed! Secondly, this seems to explain why Andy's condition has deteriorated to such an extent in just a few days.

Even if it is a healthy adult, even if there is a container seal for protection, it is hard to say how long they can survive if they keep a powerful evil spirit by their side.

After all, the container is not completely sealed, and the evil aura passively released by the evil spirits can make people sick.

Those who are already ill will see their health plummet! However, even though this made sense, Father Matthew was unwilling to believe this judgment.

In his opinion, it was already exaggerated enough that a young boy could escape from such a powerful evil spirit.

How could this child possibly let an evil spirit return to the cramped box?

That evil spirit is extremely powerful.

It might even have the power to massacre the whole city! After the plane crash, according to the judgment of many bishops in the church, even if their church gathered all the extraordinary power in this city, if they wanted to force the evil spirit of that level back into the seal, I'm afraid most of the people would be killed or injured!

How could a child, a seriously ill child who was about to die, do such a thing? Unless his talent in art and the supernatural was even more amazing than that of the Pope in the historical records.

But how is this possible?

"I must be overthinking it."

“Some things just can’t happen!”

Although Father Matthew tried hard to convince himself in his mind, his steps remained frozen in place.

Staring at the black suitcase quietly placed in the corner, he felt as if he was looking at a nuclear bomb that could explode at any time. He wanted to go forward to examine it, but his hands and feet were out of control.

But this stalemate will not solve anything at all.

So finally, Father Matthew took action!

Instead of walking towards the suitcase, he suddenly reached into his arms and pulled out a small silver metal box.

After opening the box, ten metal syringes were exposed to the air.

After picking up one of them, the priest walked towards the boy at the bedside.

Then, as the other party watched quietly, a sharp needle was inserted into his arm, and the clear liquid in it was pushed, allowing it to flow into the boy's blood vessels.

The door of the guest room was not closed tightly. At this moment, in the corridor outside, the mayor and the police chief were peeking into the room out of the corner of their eyes.

When they saw the syringe, a hint of envy flashed across their eyes at the same time, as if it was some kind of desired but unattainable treasure.

But the priest used this treasure three times in a row without any hesitation, which made the two people outside the door's eyelids twitch!

However, this seemingly wasteful action is indeed very effective.

The black-haired boy, who had been sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed motionlessly with a dull look in his eyes, suddenly bent over and started coughing violently after the three injections were completed! His voice was full of pain, as if it was broken, full of dryness and choking, and the blood he coughed out of his mouth even splattered all over the floor and the head of the bed.

But everyone present knew that he had survived and was no longer near death! "One a day."

When Andy's coughing eased, Father Matthew spoke up, "The stock here can last for seven days."

Andy didn't say anything when he heard this. Instead, he threw off the brown blanket wrapped around him and staggered into bed barefoot.

Then, under the priest's nervous and inexplicable gaze, he picked up the suitcase in the corner and opened it without hesitation!

Father Matthew clenched his fists and his heart seemed to be beating in his throat.

But when he glanced inside, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"God, please forgive my previous cowardice..."

Raising his hand to wipe the cold sweat that had appeared on his forehead, the priest felt annoyed by his hesitation.

And then, when he took the time to look at what was in the suitcase, he felt even more bitter.

Father Matthew had very good eyesight, and there was plenty of sunlight coming in from the window, so he could see clearly.

In the suitcase there were bottles of white painkillers, a pistol, a box of bullets, and a strange book called "Dungeons & Dragons: The Dungeon Master's Guide."

as well as……

It seems that there are still a few sets of unfinished middle school homework books?

(End of this chapter)