Ghost Shelter System

The scenery in Northern Europe in spring is beautiful, with blue sea and blue sky.

Although it is chilly, the coldness makes the world more silent. No wonder Northland is always described as a quiet girl in the eyes of many poets.

On the deck, Qin Kun said into the phone: "I am."

The other end of the phone said urgently: "Dear Exorcist, the Viking Sea People will be your loyal friends! Believe me, no matter how Priest Bell died, it doesn't matter. We are looking for him to ask him to solve a problem. Trouble. If you can help us, we will also provide generous treatment."

Qin Kun was hesitant.

The reason why I left this phone number was to see if anyone from the Black Soul Cult would contact me.

Who knew there were customers coming to the door?

Li Shenling drank all the chicken blood, saw Qin Kun thinking, and asked cautiously: "Are we in trouble?"

Qin Kun turned around and said, "That's not the case. Someone is here to give you money."

"Then why are you hesitating?"

"Probably not a decent person."

Li Shen smiled and licked his fangs: "How about me?"

Qin Kun suddenly realized that he was right.

"I'm on a cruise ship now."

"What a coincidence, sir, I'm here too!"

…

At 12 o'clock in the evening, Qin Kun was drinking a cocktail in the bar next to the deck.

Next to it was the gambling table. Li Shenling and a group of gamblers were playing blackjack and won a lot of chips.

Everyone is here to have fun. Passengers who can come to the luxury cruise ship are not interested in the daytime in Northern Europe. The nightlife here is their purpose.

Some gamblers put their hands into the clothes of the business escorts and touched their white rabbits to soothe their luck. The business partners looked drunk and a little shy.

Qin Kun saw Li Shenling next to him swallowing hard. It was impossible for him to be horny. He must have been dehydrated for a hundred years at that job. This portrait must be hungry.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Qin?"

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie interrupted Qin Kun's train of thought.

Qin Kun turned his head, and the middle-aged man suddenly took two steps back, his hands unconsciously touching his waist.

"Are you the one who contacted me?"

The middle-aged man looked at Qin Kun. He was young, wild, and calm. He looked like a normal Oriental. He even had a particularly gentle tone, but it made the hairs on his body stand up.

He felt inexplicable danger just now!

This is a kind of instinctive consciousness. People who have experienced many life and death scenes will have this reaction.

The middle-aged man composed himself, pretended to be calm, straightened his clothes, and sat opposite Qin Kun.

"Yes, I am Odaham, it is an honor to meet you."

The two held hands together, and the middle-aged man said with lingering fear: "Please forgive me for being rude just now, it was just an instinctive reaction. Mr. Qin's evil spirit is a bit strong."

Odaham, who introduced himself on the phone, is the chief lawyer of the Viking Sea People.

The Vikings, the most secretive mafia in Northern Europe, have a frightening name in the underground society: Vikings.

This group of people claim to be descendants of pirates. The period when their ancestors ruled the European seas was once called: the Viking Age.

It doesn't matter who they are, what industry they have, and who their ancestors are is even less important. Since the Chinese people have never had any conflict with the Vikings in the past dynasties, there is no national hatred between the two, only business.

"Mr. O'Daham, I'm surprised at your sensitivity, but it's an honor to meet you." Qin Kun raised his glass.

Odaham grinned and drank a glass of wine with Qin Kun: "I like Eastern culture very much, especially the giant 'Pangu'. In the beliefs of the Vikings, the world was also transformed by a giant, and all souls were transformed from it. And born.”

Odaham is a good diplomat. He knew Pangu and used this as an entry point to bring the relationship closer at once.

After chatting a lot with Qin Kun, it was rare for Qin Kun to relax. After chatting with this half-empty Huaxia Tong for a long time, Odaham finally revealed the reason for his visit after repeatedly testing that Qin Kun was not hostile to the Viking sea people.

"Dear Qin, after chatting for so long, it's time for us to talk about business. Alas, I'm actually here for my godfather, Arnold Gvasili. He is the greatest godfather of the Viking Sea People. Something happened some time ago, maybe It's just that evil spirits are haunting us. You know, we won't choose to ask people from the Holy See for help, they are all a group of hypocritical liars, so we went to Priest Bell, but unfortunately Priest Bell is dead."

"Well, I'm very busy. Now take me to see your godfather."

Odaham was startled and explained with a sneer: "No, no, no, you must have misunderstood. The godfather does not meet strangers easily, so you can't go to see him directly. We need to test you. After all, we know that Bell, the priestess, For half a year, I didn’t know anything about you.”

At the door of the bar, a group of men in black suddenly walked out.

Wearing suits and sunglasses, the bar was quiet and then riotous. Some gamblers and drinkers saw that the situation was not going well and left in a hurry. Others with good background hugged their female companions, smashed their chips on the table, and walked away angrily.

"Please?" Odaham made a respectful gesture.

Qin Kun saw that there were twenty people in total, and they should have guns hidden under their suits. He smiled helplessly: "Li Shenling, we're in trouble."

"No trouble!"

Li Shen was just getting ready to lead the bet, but the arrival of these people ruined his character. He was very unhappy. When he heard Qin Kun speak, he got up and walked towards the twenty people.

"Sorry, sir, please sit back down."

The leading white man, tall and burly, held a gun in his hand and pressed it against Li Shenling's abdomen.

Li Shenling turned to look at Qin Kun. Qin Kun shrugged: "Just kill those who provoke you. These people don't trust me anyway, so I don't need to be merciful."

Odaham was startled: "Mr. Qin, are you... crazy? These are gunners and sailors..."

From beginning to end, Odaham respected his attitude, and there was no need for Qin Kun to slap him in the face, but he didn't like the godfather's pomp.

Since you are on guard, why bother to invite?

When Odaham was in a daze, he heard a gunshot. Suddenly, Mr. Qin's subordinate changed. He was no longer an oriental man with a Chinese character face. Instead, he had sunken and withered cheeks, dark arms, and was wearing a navy blue official robe with a tie. Wearing braids.

In many film and television images, oriental people look like this. Odaham has seen it before, but he has never seen such a strong oriental man!

Three bodyguards fell down one after another. Almost instantly, Li Shenling grabbed the shoulder of the fourth bodyguard and bit him on the neck, tearing off a piece of flesh.

"Roar"

With blood boiling in his throat, Li Shenling went crazy, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep. The bullets hitting his flesh would only slow him down for a moment, but they would not damage his skin at all.

"devil!!!"

"He's the devil?!"

"Kill him, shoot him in the head!"

Bullets were flying everywhere. Qin Kun came to the bar with Odaham in his arms and poured a glass of wine: "Don't be afraid. You are my friend. Li Shenling will not hurt you."

Odaham held the cup in trembling hands, his eyes wide open. The floor at the bar was covered with blood, and about 10 people had fallen. Odaham cried and asked, "Is he the devil?"

Qin Kun shook his head: "In your words, it should be called a ghoul."

Odaham's spirit is about to collapse. The smell of blood has drifted over. This is the olfactory perception. People's saliva will become bitter in despair. This is the gustatory perception. Those miserable and painful sounds are the auditory perception. The blood and flesh are blurred. Sight, this is visual perception.

Among the five senses, the fourth sense was brought to the critical point by the hellish scene in front of him. The painful sound and pungent smell made Odaham's muscles twitch a few times, and a fishy liquid flowed from his crotch.

"Qin...the godfather has no ill intentions towards you..." Odaham's legs went weak and he slipped from the chair.

Qin Kun sipped the wine with ice and bit into the ice: "In France, I also know Benoit, the godfather of the Gallic Brotherhood. He doesn't treat exorcists with as much ostentation as your godfather."