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Their car eventually stopped in front of a fortune teller shop, which was long closed, and the star-decorated lanterns had not been turned on.

Along the way, the sheriff smoked a full five cigarettes, and Chen Yan felt that he had the potential to become Constantine.

"Knock knock!"

The sheriff's knock on the door was very unceremonious, hurried and loud.

"Smack."

The lights in the doorway were turned on, and a Westerner with curly hair pulled back the curtains and was peering out.

When he realized that it was the sheriff and his friend, the expression on his face instantly relaxed, and he opened the door and said in a slightly accented voice: "Don't come unharmed!" "

We do have something we want you to help with this time..."The

sheriff's friend seemed to be familiar with the foreigner, and when he entered, he closed the door.

"When did Sheriff Zi'an use me?"

The foreigner poured drinks for the two of them, turned off the door light, and turned on the small dim yellow light in his room, keeping the whole environment in mysterious and ambiguous darkness.

"Hey, Reeves, you're the only psychic medium in our area, who are we not looking for?"

"Me? I'm not a psychic medium, I'm an apprentice at best..."

He handed the sheriff a glass of ice water, then turned to the sergeant's companion and asked, "Kishida, what are you drinking?" "

Beer... Ice water will do. When

the two of them were seated, the amateur psychic Reeves sat on his throne, where he usually divined his guests.

"I'm afraid it's the demon who possessed the girl during the day,"

the sheriff nodded.

Reeves took a breath, and he could see some hesitation.

"What? Don't you have a way to verify the truth of things? "

That's not it, I'm at least a serious psychic trainer, but it's very dangerous to communicate with demons..."

Chen Yan controlled Kalixi to jump out of the sheriff's pocket and fell to the ground, making an extremely obvious noise.

The sheriff picks up Carrycy's puppet and places it on the medium's table.

The moment the puppet made contact with the table, the psychic medium seemed to see something hideous, and he shrank his hands in fright and stood up from the table.

"It's... This thing is simply the essence of the demon..."

"Buzz... Syllable. The

light bulb behind the psychic directly shattered, the light disappeared, and the small shop was plunged into darkness.

Chen Yan manipulated Carlysy to approach the medium, and found that his body was simply like a puppet, capable of possession and manipulation at will.

The candle placed on the cabinet suddenly lit up, lighting up with an extremely strange dark blue flame.

Through that dim light, the sheriff and Kishida saw Reeves' face.

The few whites of his eyes quickly vanished, covered in a dark shadow.

"I know what you're trying to ask—"

His voice became extremely high-pitched, hoarse and unpleasant, like that of a girl still in her development.

"You're the demon—"

The sheriff had no fear in his heart, his instincts telling him that the demon in front of him would not hurt him.

"What's the matter, Sheriff, it looks like you don't like my presence... You know, I'm doing harm to

the people..."

"Hurting the people can also be called eliminating harm for the people!?"

The sheriff slapped the table and stared angrily at the pure black pupils opposite.

"The populace ... You say those two arrogant little things are the people? They're not a family—"

The sheriff's eyes didn't narrow this time, but kept his angry eyes open, staring at the demon as if he were confronting a villain.

"I know what you're thinking, sheriff, at tomorrow's hearing, I'll put on a bloody feast in the most high-profile manner..."

Although they are disgusting, they have never committed a capital crime, and there must be a process of procedural justice in the matter of conviction and sentencing, otherwise there will be no order in this world! "

Hahahaha... Drown with your stupid ideals, sheriff, procedural justice? The program was made by that group of people, would you rather watch your daughter die again!? "

You!"

Before the sheriff's anger could be vented, Carrisie left Reeves' body, and the medium leaned on the table and began to vomit.

"Gross... Ahem, ahem... I paid a lot of money for the Dassai—"

He spat out almost all of his dinner, spilling the wine he had drunk all over the floor.

Faced with such a situation, the sheriff was not angry, so he could only endure the discomfort and pinch the bridge of his nose to relieve his headache.

"How... Ahem, ahem... What did you ask out without? "

It's just bad news,"

Kishida patted Reeves on the back to prevent him from choking on his own vomit.

"Oh, I'll have the capital to brag about in the future... Ahem... The spirit medium who has been possessed by the demon, my consultation fee can increase several times..."

"It's a pity that we can't celebrate with you tonight, take care of yourself, Reeves, that demon is definitely not simple."

Kishida left Reeves' shop with the sheriff, and the two returned to the car.

The sheriff had not said a word since just now, holding the doll of Na Kalixi in his hand, as if he had made up his mind.

After a long time, he finally lit another cigarette for himself, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go, go and have a look at my daughter."

"Take a demon container to your deceased daughter, I suspect you're going to try something forbidden."

"I'm not a believer, it's not taboo for me."

Kishida turned his head from the front seat and looked at the sheriff in the back seat, his eyes full of incredulity.

"Zi'an, you have to think clearly... The demon doesn't have a good thing, it just wants your soul! The

sheriff didn't say a word, his eyes filled with depth and pain.

"Harvey, does Carrie have this function, fast, very urgent!"

"Kalixi is just a low-level demon, that is, the creeping demon you see today, it doesn't have any powerful powers, it's okay to turn off the lights and bite people" "

Tsk, this story could have been more exciting! If you turn the sheriff's daughter into a demon vessel, resurrect it, go on a killing spree, and then let the sheriff hunt down his daughter..."

"It's hard for me to imagine what you did before you became a degenerate?"

"I can't see this, we writers are all these things in our heads."

"May the God of Mystery and Doom grant you an inexhaustible inspiration!"

"Hah! If that lord really has this blessing, then I am willing to exchange my soul for it! "

The car drove all the way, speeding through the deserted night, just to meet the soul that was sleeping in the darkness before dawn.