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

Chapter 180 The Devil Holds a Grudge

Kindeman's lips twitched slightly.

He glanced back at the direction where Chen Yuan had disappeared.

The corridor was empty; there was nothing there.

But Kindeman knew it was this guy who did it.

He turned back to look at Paul and said something in a low voice.

"Cardinal Paul, the devil represents Satan, who is God's mortal enemy."

He paused.

"I doubt he'd possess the body of the ordinary Ronald, would he?"

Paul was startled.

Is that true?

He's been a cardinal for so many years, and nobody ever told him that!

Seeing his panicked expression, Kindeman continued to add.

Is there any possibility...?

He drawled out his words.

"Nothing would have happened, but the devil, seeing how much you despise him, punished you specifically..."

Paul: (T-T)

His face fell.

No way...

He's still young!

He's only in his fifties!

He's only been a cardinal for a few years!

He doesn't want to be mute!

Looking at his expression, Kindeman chuckled inwardly.

But he didn't show it on his face, he just waved to the two police officers.

"Take Ronald back to continue the investigation."

Now that it has been determined that Ronald has not been bewitched or possessed by the devil, things will be much easier from here on out.

The trial should be conducted as it should be, and the judgment should be made as it should be.

Upon hearing this, the two officers grabbed Ronald and headed outside.

Ronald panicked immediately.

He turned to look at Paul, his eyes pleading for help.

Cardinal Paul, save me!

His voice was shrill and urgent.

"I've been bewitched by the devil! I've truly been bewitched by the devil!!"

Paul opened his mouth.

He wanted to say, "Yes, he was bewitched by the devil."

He wanted to say, "You can't take him away."

He wanted to say, "I am a cardinal, you must listen to me."

But he couldn't say anything.

They could only watch helplessly as Ronald was taken away.

The two officers walked quickly, and Ronald was sandwiched between them, stumbling as he left the church.

The door slammed shut.

The church fell silent.

Only Kinderman and Paul remained.

And there were the empty benches, the mottled stained glass, and the quietly standing statue of the Virgin Mary.

Paul stood there, looking as if his soul had been ripped out.

He stared at the closed door, tears welling up in his eyes.

Kindeman walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder.

Cardinal Paul.

His tone was very gentle.

"Don't worry, it might get better in a few days."

Paul looked up at him.

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Kindeman continued.

"Those people at the cathedral, they've been sick for days, haven't they?"

Paul's eyes dimmed instantly.

Kinderman suppressed a laugh and patted him on the shoulder again.

"Go back now and pray well. God will protect you."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

After walking a few steps, he stopped again.

He glanced back at Paul.

"By the way, Cardinal Paul."

He paused.

"Don't be in such a rush to make a big splash next time."

"The devil can be quite vengeful sometimes."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Paul was the only one left in the church.

He stood there, looking at the door, at the empty bench, at the quietly standing statue of the Virgin Mary.

He opened his mouth.

No sound.

He opened his mouth again.

There was still no sound.

Paul: (T-T)

What terrible things have I done?!

The distant Kingdom of Great Britain.

A small town called Enfield.

The autumn wind, carrying moisture, swept through the narrow streets, causing the streetlights to sway precariously.

Most of the houses here are old row houses with red brick walls, black window frames, and crooked cigarette butts sticking out of the roofs.

囱。

It looks normal during the day, but at night, those windows look like dark, gaping eyes.

Jenny, a young girl, is very troubled lately.

To be precise, it's very annoying.

The story begins a few days ago.

That night, she fell asleep in bed as usual and had a dream in her hazy state.

In my dream, she was walking back and forth in the living room on the first floor, I don't know what she was doing.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the floor of the living room on the first floor.

The floor was cold.

Three o'clock in the morning.

It was pitch black all around.

Jenny was stunned.

How did she get into the living room? I had no idea.

At first, she thought she had sleepwalking disorder.

Isn't that how it's always portrayed on TV?

Some people sleepwalk at night without realizing it, and wake up the next day to find themselves standing in front of the refrigerator.

But later, Jenny discovered that the truth might not be so simple...

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

heavy rain.

The town of Enfield was shrouded in a gray, rainy veil.

Rainwater streamed down the windowpane, blurring the outside world.

Jenny sat on the sofa, watching TV with a happy smile.

A comedy show was playing on TV; it was very funny, but she couldn't remember what it was about.

She couldn't concentrate; her mind kept replaying what happened last night.

She found herself sleepwalking again last night.

I woke up on the sofa in the living room.

When her mother, Peggy, came to see her in the morning, she found her forehead burning hot and took her temperature; she had a fever.

Peggy specially asked her to take a day off so that she could rest at home.

So now, she's all alone in the house.

Margaret, the older sister, went to school, as did her two younger brothers, while their mother, Peggy, went out to buy things.

The house was quiet, with only the sound of rain outside the window and laughter from the television.

Jenny leaned back on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, watching TV.

Then...

The TV screen flickered.

She paused for a moment, thinking she had misread it.

Then, the screen flickered again.

Then, the TV started changing channels automatically.

One station, two stations, three stations...

The remote control was right there on the coffee table in front of me, and no one had touched it.

Jenny blinked and stared at the remote control.

The remote control lay there quietly, motionless.

But the TV was still changing channels.

She picked up the remote and pressed a few buttons.

Useless.

The television was completely unresponsive, jumping around on its own.

Jenny started to panic.

She put the remote control back on the coffee table, thinking that it might be malfunctioning.

This happens occasionally, sometimes when the battery is dead or there's a bad connection.

She took a deep breath and told herself not to be afraid.

Just then, the phone rang.

Jenny breathed a sigh of relief and turned to answer the phone.

She had just picked up the microphone and hadn't even had a chance to speak when she heard a strange sound behind her.

She turned around.

The remote control on the coffee table is moving into the corner by itself.

Nobody touched it.

Nothing touched it.

It just slid across the coffee table, reached the edge, and then fell to the floor with a "thud."

Then continue moving.

I slid all the way to the single sofa in the corner.

Then...

The sofa started to shake.

Gently, slowly, sway up and down.

It's like someone is sitting on it.

An unseen person.

Jenny stopped breathing.

She stared blankly at the sofa, watching it sway up and down, her mind completely blank.