Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 179 You wouldn't...

"Why did you bring this young man here?"

His tone carried a hint of doubt.

"And it's such a small church that's been around for so long."

He paused.

"There is no doubt that he has been bewitched by the devil."

The young man's eyes lit up when he heard this.

But soon, the light dimmed again.

A pained expression appeared on his face; he lowered his head, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Cardinal Paul.

His voice was hoarse, trembling with sobs.

"I have done something wrong and should accept the punishment I deserve."

No, child.

Paul took two steps forward and stood in front of him, his face solemn.

"That was the devil's doing; it has nothing to do with you."

He raised his hand and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"If there is to be punishment, then it should be the devil."

May God bless you.

Kim Deok-man stood to the side, watching this scene with a somewhat subtle expression.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but held back.

"I brought him here."

Kindeman spoke, trying to make her tone sound calm.

"It was also to determine whether he had been bewitched by the devil."

"I've already said no."

Paul frowned, his gaze falling on Kindeman's face with a hint of displeasure.

Are you questioning a cardinal who has come all the way from the Vatican?

The Pope is God's spokesperson, God's walk on earth.

And he, the cardinal, is the Pope walking among men.

How dare this detective question him?

Paul took a step forward and looked Kindeman up and down.

"He had heavy marks on his body, the aura of someone who had been possessed by a demon."

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Kindeman paused for a moment.

He glanced at Paul, then at the young man, and frowned slightly.

"But the problem is, I've also seen people possessed by demons."

His tone was somewhat hesitant.

"Logically speaking, he shouldn't be like this."

This guy looks like a drug addict.

Being emaciated is a side effect; a vacant look in the eyes is a sign of drug withdrawal; and speaking with a sobbing voice is an act.

He had seen far too many people like that at the police station.

Paul gave him a disdainful look.

"Do you understand the devil, or do I?"

Kindeman paused for a moment.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that he really couldn't refute it.

How could a detective like him compare to a cardinal from the Vatican in terms of understanding the devil?

"What's wrong?"

A voice came from behind.

Chen Yuan appeared at the end of the corridor at some point, shaking the water off his hands as he looked at the group of people.

"What's going on?"

Kindeman felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and his eyes lit up.

He walked quickly to Chen Yuan, lowered his voice, and quickly explained the situation.

He said he was possessed by a demon.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

He glanced at Paul with surprise, noticing his purple lining, his raised chin, and his "I'm a big shot" aura.

Then he glanced at the young man again: his thin frame, sunken eyes, and messy beard.

Finally, he focused his attention on Kindermann.

"He's brain-dead, so you're brain-dead too?"

Kindeman:

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Chen Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet church.

Paul's face instantly darkened.

A barely perceptible look of panic crossed the face of the young man named Ronald.

The panic was fleeting, and then he lowered his head, his face filled with grief.

"That's right."

His voice was hoarse, trembling with sobs.

"Even if I was misled, it was still my doing, and I should receive the punishment I deserve."

Chen Yuan ignored him.

He looked at Kindeokman and said in a calm tone.

"This guy is clearly not possessed."

He paused.

"It's obvious he was a drug addict going through a relapse, and since his family wouldn't give him money, he did it in a fit of anger."

Ronald's body stiffened slightly.

Paul's face darkened further.

He took a step forward, pointed at Chen Yuan, and looked furious.

"What's your name, Father?!"

His hands were still shaking because when Chen Yuan shook his hand, water droplets splashed onto his face.

He didn't know what kind of water it was, but it was wet and stuck to his face, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

and...

"How dare they question a cardinal!"

His voice echoed through the church, making the chandeliers on the ceiling tremble slightly.

Chen Yuan glanced at him indifferently.

His gaze was calm, so calm it was almost indifferent.

It's like watching a barking dog.

Then he looked away and continued to look at Kindeman.

"You're a detective, after all."

His tone remained indifferent.

"Don't bother me with this kind of obviously fake stuff again."

Kindeman:

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He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

After a long while, he finally managed to utter a single word.

"good.."

Chen Yuan nodded.

"I'm gone."

He turned and walked towards the backyard.

He walked at a leisurely pace, his hands in his pockets, without turning his head.

furious.

That's absolutely outrageous!

Paul stared at his retreating figure, his chest heaving violently, his face flushed with anger.

His long-standing etiquette prevented him from uttering a curse.

But he has already made up his mind.

When he gets back, he'll tell that mute bishop of the Washington diocese.

Kick this damn Asian priest out of the priesthood!

They must kick him!

Kick him immediately!

Kick it now!

He took a deep breath, about to say something.

Then he froze.

He opened his mouth.

He opened his mouth again.

He opened his mouth again.

No sound.

There was no sound at all.

His expression changed instantly.

The angry red turned into a terrified white.

He tried to speak.

No.

I tried coughing again.

No.

I tried clearing my throat again.

still none.

Damn!

Could it be...

He panicked and tried to say a few more words.

The lips are moving, the tongue is moving, and the throat is moving.

But no sound came out.

Just like those mute guys at the cathedral!

Paul was now completely panicked.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead, his hands began to tremble, and he felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

He didn't know whether Ronald was possessed by a demon or not.

He just wanted to use this opportunity to make a big splash.

Young man possessed by demons, murders his relatives and faces an excessively long prison sentence; Vatican cardinal intervenes in time to reverse the situation.

He had already thought of the news headlines, planned out the angles of the reports, and memorized the interview scripts.

I never expected that I would be speechless now.

He got himself involved!

Could Ronald have really been possessed by a demon?

Could it be that the devil is still inside him?

Could it be that when I said "possessed by a demon" just now, the demon heard me?

Paul's mind was in complete turmoil.

Just then, Kindeman's voice rang out.

Cardinal Paul.

His tone was surprised.

"You can't be speechless either, can you?!"

Paul looked at him and nodded, tears welling up in his eyes.