I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 201 Father Chelsea

rainy night.

Amityville, Long Island, New York.

On the west side of the town, a black Audi with a church pattern sprayed on its door was parked quietly in front of a villa like a ghost.

An old white man in a black priest robe got out of the car and stood at the door of the villa, letting the drizzle hit his bald head and wet his few silver hairs.

As time passed, the raindrops became bigger, the priest's shoulders were soaked, and his expression gradually became impatient and frightened.

He walked quickly to the door, knocked hard on it, and shouted:

"Mrs. Lutz, I'm Father Chelsea. We agreed on the phone that I'll come to your house tonight to perform an exorcism..."

But his words stopped abruptly.

Because the door was ajar, it creaked open with just a slight push.

In the deep corridor, a cold draft suddenly blew up, taking away not only Father Chelsea's body temperature, but also his courage.

"cluck"

Father Chelsea's teeth kept chattering and his whole body was shaking. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before this elderly priest would collapse due to the overloaded heart.

But Father Chelsea is not the kind of person who would just sit there and wait for death.

He reached his hand into his arms tremblingly and grasped an object that was well preserved under the loose priest's robe. This object gave him great courage.

"The evil spirits are gone!"

Father Chelsea shouted with all his strength.

At the same time, he pulled out a silver cross from his arms with his right hand and held it in front of him.

In this dark corridor, the cross actually emitted a faint, weak but firm white light.

Suddenly, a strong wind rose from behind Father Chelsea, carrying the rain outside into the villa.

Although it was still a little chilly, the air was very fresh, sweeping away the old and decayed atmosphere in the house, taking away the chill as well.

Father Chelsea took two deep breaths of fresh air to calm his pounding heart, and continued walking to the living room.

He had been to this living room six years ago. At that time, this was the crime scene where a family of six died tragically.

Unexpectedly, six years later, he came back here again.

If it weren't for the fact that his most capable nun, Mammy, was seriously injured in this house yesterday, he really didn't want to come here again to avoid bringing back unbearable memories.

He really could not forget the scene in the courtroom where the pale young man shouted in despair and pain, "It's unfair! An evil demon possessed me and controlled me to kill my whole family!" He could not forget the unanimous decision of the jury to find the young Lei An guilty.

Two scenes flashed alternately in Father Chelsea's mind, making him shudder: Yes, how could a teenager kill his parents and brother who were in their prime and remain unharmed?

If this isn't demon possession, then what is it?

Unfortunately, he came to this house to check and found nothing!

"This is truly a haunted house!"

Father Chelsea muttered to himself, "It's even more haunted than the haunted house on the east side of town!"

Fortunately, the priest still remembered his duty here.

He held the Bible in his left hand and the cross in his right hand, and walked up the stairs step by step.

Mrs. Lutz said on the phone that the source of all the strange things was in the room of the original owner's son, the murderer Lei An, on the second floor. Once they got there, everything would become clear.

Just as Father Chelsea reached the corner of the stairs, an oil painting on the wall caught his attention.

This is a half-length portrait of a young woman.

In the painting, a young woman with a bun on her hair is smiling at Father Chelsey. When she sees Father Chelsea looking at her, she winks at him playfully.

Blink?!

Father Chelsea's hair stood on end and he broke out in a cold sweat!

Looking again, the young woman's expression had changed again. She was no longer smiling, but looked a little resentful, and her face looked more familiar.

Isn't this Mrs. Lutz who was talking to me?

I saw her when I was preaching, a very pious lady. Wasn’t she wearing this at that time... ?

Father Chelsea was sweating profusely, and the sweat flowed into his eyes, making his eyes sore. He quickly wiped them with his sleeves.

However, Father Chelsea suddenly stopped halfway through wiping, because he accidentally caught a glimpse through the gap half-covered by his sleeves that the face of the woman in the painting was rapidly decaying.

The two eye sockets turned into two black holes in the blink of an eye, and the originally plump and rosy lips disappeared, replaced by a big mouth full of jagged fangs, which pounced towards him and bit him on the head!

"what--"

Father Chelsea screamed in fear, and finally remembered to use the cross to block himself, while using the wide sleeves of his left hand to simply cover his face.

However, in less than a second, he had to move his sleeves away and keep waving them in the air.

Although the bloody mouth was blocked by the Holy Cross and did not bite him, countless disgusting flies spewed out of it, densely covering his head and face, even blocking his nostrils and open mouth, and some even went straight into his throat.

Father Chelsea's eyes went dark due to the feeling of suffocation, and his body fell backwards involuntarily.

"So this is why Sister Anasta fell and was seriously injured!"

Father Chelsea thought to himself.

"It's over!"

This was his last thought before he collapsed.

At this moment, a light appeared behind him, and at the same time, his body was supported by a strong hand.

The light dispelled the darkness and drove away the annoying flies. With the help of the big hand behind him, Father Chelsea regained his footing on the stairs.

After calming himself down a bit, Father Chelsea finally had time to look back to see who had helped him. However, he saw a flash of white light on the right hand of the person behind him.

"Who are you?" Father Chelsea spoke hesitantly, asking the tall and strong young man in front of him, with a childish face but a firm expression.

"Bern Lee, agent of the FBI New York Branch."

Bourne showed his ID and said, "We received a tip yesterday that a nun named Annata was attacked here, so we sent me to investigate. Who are you?"

Father Chelsea was a little puzzled, but he quickly replied:

"Hello, Agent Bourne, you can call me Father Chelsea. I'm in the church in this town. I sent Sister Anastacia who you mentioned to perform exorcisms here. I never expected that something bad would happen to her, so today I'm also..."

Father Chelsea was halfway through his words when he suddenly remembered what he had just experienced. He quickly turned around and saw that the portrait of the young woman on the wall had returned to normal. It seemed that the appearance of the person in the painting was different from what he had seen before.

In fact, not only Father Chelsea, Bourne's attention has been focused on this portrait painting, because when he just parked the car outside the door, Notan on his shoulder reminded him that there was a strong magical fluctuation in the house.

When he pushed open the door, Notan's voice became serious, reminding him, "There is a ghost, in a painting!" and told him to be careful of illusions, which is what ghosts are best at.

But Bourne's willpower had reached an astonishing level, and he had never seen a "ghost" with his own eyes. So, after hearing Nottan's words, he was not afraid, but even more excited. He rushed directly into the house and caught Father Chelsea who was about to fall down the stairs, thus avoiding a tragedy.

When Bourne followed Notan's advice and released the light magic, he seemed to hear a shrill cry in the air, but the cry was very weak and disappeared so quickly that he doubted whether he was hallucinating.

However, Notan said that the ghost had already run away, which made Bourne feel both sorry and relieved. Perhaps this is what Ye Gong’s love for dragons is like!