Exorcism in Los Angeles? Just talk it out!

At the police station entrance, Li Ang was released without charge after completing the formalities, and he was able to leave without even having to pay bail.

The case of Wang Tiantian has been officially transferred to the FBI, but as for when it will be solved?

I don't know. Judging from the priest's situation, according to him, he is currently the only exorcist in Los Angeles, and he prioritizes dealing with those unstable evil spirits that are causing harm everywhere.

Well, Wang Tiantian's case will probably be filmed until the very end, because the faceless man in the suit isn't very dangerous and isn't on his priority list...

"Officer, look, you've arrested me so many times, we must be destined to meet. Shouldn't you compensate me a little?"

The case was closed, but Li Ang was reluctant to leave and went to the side of the beautiful policewoman.

Christina asked with a half-smile, "How do you want compensation? Do you need me to hire a lawyer for you?"

Li Ang said with a grin, "No, no, no lawyer needed, but you can treat me to a movie as compensation..."

"Sorry, you're not my type..." Christina rolled her eyes and decided to call it a day.

Although she was extremely curious about the man in front of her and his case, rules were rules, and once the case was handed over to the FBI, she had no right to interfere.

Furthermore, the chief also gave her a meaningful warning: it would be pointless for ordinary police officers to get involved in cases that science couldn't explain; handing them over to the FBI was the best option...

Yes, in America, the FBI is like a junkyard; all sorts of strange cases are transferred there.

Just then, her walkie-talkie suddenly rang.

[At apartment number XXX in Chinatown, someone has called the police and needs assistance. Nearby officers, please respond.]

Emergency calls are usually categorized into three levels: high, medium, and low. The highest level is handled with priority, and these usually involve gunfights.

The lowest level is causing disturbances or disputes, which we'll assign based on the situation and when we have time.

Christina picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "This is Christina. I'm the closest. I don't have anything urgent. I'll go. What's the situation?"

Okay, the person who called the police said there was an evil spirit in their home; the faucet was dripping, the lights were flickering, and the TV was turning on by itself...%

Hmm? Li Ang's eyes lit up...

[Ding! Ghostly Incident Detected]

[Mission: Capture and destroy the evil spirit; Reward: 100 experience points, unlock one new keyword]

[Do you accept this task?]

"Accept it! I have to accept it. Just the first two entries already make Li Ang feel incredibly powerful. He's finally encountered a quest that can unlock the fourth entry. If he gives up, he'll be heartbroken and unable to sleep..."

"Oh right, I almost forgot about Little White..."

Li Ang, who had just gotten out of the car, went back inside, opened the lid, and took the pot of lilies with him...

Having been subdued by Li Ang's term "calling a deer a horse" multiple times, Xiao Bai now possesses slightly different abilities.

"Okay, I'll go check it out..." Christina hung up the phone and drove her police car off on a mission.

But she didn't notice that Li Ang had also secretly gotten into her police car and sat in the back seat...

[Confuse the Mind/LV2] Activated—

"You can't see me, you can't see me..."

And so, he swaggered into the back row, like a stalker.

……

……

Christina arrived at the apartment and took the elevator to the 13th floor, following the address provided by the person who called the police.

The moment the elevator doors closed, she noticed something strange about the fluorescent tubes overhead—

The pale light suddenly flickered, as if something had passed through it, then returned to normal, quiet and still, as if nothing had happened.

"Building 13... I just have a bad feeling about it." Christina shook her head, thinking she was probably overthinking it.

It's just a simple civil duty assignment. Unless the other party has a mental illness or is dark-skinned, the probability of an accident during this kind of assignment is about the same as winning the lottery.

Ding!

Christina didn't step out immediately when the elevator doors opened.

The lighting in the hallway was faulty.

The corridor was supposed to be well-lit, but only two wall lamps near the elevator were still on; all the other lights at the other end of the corridor were off.

The corridor was completely submerged in a thick darkness, a darkness that was not like ordinary lights being turned off, but rather as if something had swallowed the light, with distinct boundaries, like an invisible wall.

She instinctively placed her hand on the holster; this was a situation where she could easily be ambushed…

At the same time, Christina also smelled an odor in the corridor—not strong, but clearly the smell of old cardboard boxes that had become damp and moldy, and a slightly rotten smell of unknown origin.

"The hallway lights are broken?" Christina frowned, her hand instinctively resting on her holster. "The building's management is terrible."

Just then, a friendly young white man appeared in the darkness, "Hey officer, I'm the one who called the police."

The young man was very cautious, raising his hands to avoid being shot in the dim light.

After a quick glance, seeing that her skin was in good condition, Christina relaxed her tense muscles.

Christina said, "Hello, I'm the officer on duty."

"Hello, this is Lants, the person who called the police. My neighbor is an elderly woman living alone, but it seems she's having some trouble. I heard her making a fuss inside her house, but I can't understand what she's saying..."

The young white man gave a brief explanation: the old lady next door was of Chinese descent, and her children didn't live with her. He heard her crying and felt she needed help, but he didn't understand Chinese.

Christina asked, "Approximately how long did you hear it?"

Lantes thought for a moment, "From... the TV noise that started last night, I thought it was just a nightmare, but this morning, the house was very noisy, so I called the police."

He paused, then added in a lower voice, "Actually... it wasn't just crying and screaming. Last night I listened close to the wall, and for a while, it was unnaturally quiet, too quiet. That kind of quiet... I can't quite put my finger on it, but something was just wrong."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

The young white man was pleased, but the underlying unease hadn't completely dissipated. "That's great, please come with me."

Walking down the corridor, deep in the dark, there was no sound, but Christina had an inexplicable feeling—

It felt like someone was following her, but when she turned around, there was nothing there.

The young white man knocked on the door.

The corridor was quiet.

No one answered.

Lantes knocked again, a little harder. "Mrs. Zhang? Mrs. Zhang, the police are here."

There were a few more seconds of silence—a silence that reminded Christina of what Lantes had just said: it was too quiet, and something felt very wrong.

Then, a noise came from inside.

Slightly——

The door opened.

An elderly woman opened the door, saw a police officer, and her eyes lit up. "The police are here?"

Lanster said, "Yes, I'm Lanster, your neighbor. What trouble have you encountered?"

The two couldn't understand each other's language, but the old lady still opened the door for them.

The door was open, but what came out wasn't just an old woman, but also a monk.

"Stop! Put your hands up!" Christina immediately gripped her holster, warning the other person not to move.

The monk, startled, immediately raised his wooden fish. "Don't be nervous, officer. I'm here to... chant sutras. My Buddhist name is Jie Se. Um, I'm a... exorcist."

Hmm? An exorcist?