I'm a spy in the film

Of course, solve the source!

Bourne had already seen the starting point of the cold current, which was a bronze mirror on the display shelf on the left side of the storage room.

Originally, this mirror should have been covered with a piece of cloth, but the cloth has now fallen to the ground, and around the cloth there are several pieces of glass cover fragments.

It seems that the glass cover fell off, taking away the cloth covering the mirror, causing the mirror to lose control.

As for why a small bronze mirror has such great power, we will tell you after we tame it.

Perhaps it was because too much cold current was released, or perhaps it was because of the holy light shining on Bourne's body, the power and speed of the cold current released by the bronze mirror were greatly reduced, allowing Bourne to walk to the front of the bronze mirror without much effort.

With the frying pan still covering his head and face, Bourne slowly squatted down to pick up the white cloth on the ground. As a result, with a "swish", the cloth broke into two pieces.

Bourne glanced down and his face suddenly turned dark. It turned out that his foot had stepped on a corner of the cloth, and he used too much force, causing the cloth to be torn directly in half.

How can this be done?

Fortunately, after the holy light output from the frying pan and several crosses, the cold current released by the bronze mirror was almost undetectable. Bourne could safely clamp the frying pan under his armpit, pick up the bronze mirror with both hands, and put it on the display stand.

but.

"Crack"!

"No way!" Bourne lamented in his heart, looking at the bronze mirror in his hand that was broken into two pieces, feeling like crying but without tears.

I just held it up gently with both hands, without putting any force, how come...

I think the Warrens won’t ask me to pay compensation when they wake up.

This magical item that can spray such powerful cold currents must be worth a lot. I don’t have anything on me to pay for it, and I don’t know if the bureau can reimburse me!

Just as Bourne was thinking about how to convince the bureau to bear the loss, a man's trembling voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Excuse me, are you an angel?"

Angel?

Where are the angels?

I asked him if this bronze mirror could be repaired?

After all, I was trying to save people, I didn’t really want to destroy it!

Bourne turned around and saw that the person who spoke was the man who had just stood at the door of the storage room, with tears in his eyes and ignored him - Mr. Warren.

Ed also saw the person standing in his storage room.

A young man in his early twenties, tall and strong, with a handsome and sunny face.

"who are you?"

Ed finally asked the question. No matter how dumb he was, he knew that the person in front of him was definitely not an angel, because angels would not wrap tape around their suits, nor would they wear a ceramic basin on their heads or hold a frying pan under their arms.

Wait, why do all those bits and pieces on him look familiar?

That is……

Bourne saw Mr. Warren's eyes change from surprise to confusion, and then from confusion to bewilderment, and then his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something shocking.

"Uh, sorry, Mr. Warren, I accidentally broke this piece of your collection!"

Bourne quickly spoke up and said, "I'm Bourne Lee. I'm sent by the FBI to contact you and your wife. Let's talk on the phone."

Ed's expression relaxed, and he was about to ask why all those precious exorcism relics he got from the Vatican were hanging on you, when he was interrupted by a female voice at the entrance of the basement.

"Mom, Mr. Bourne, Dad, how are you?"

Looking back, it was his daughter Judy. She poked her little head down from above and was looking over here nervously.

"I'm fine." x2

Bourne and Ed answered in unison.

The two looked at each other, and Judy continued, "Mr. Bourne, I'm glad you're okay. Where are my parents? How are they? Can I come down?"

"No!" x2

They spoke in unison again, but this time Mr. Ed's voice was louder, covering Bourne's.

If it weren't for the fact that Bourne was the lifesaver of his and his wife, Mr. Ed would have lost his temper. The daughter he had raised for more than ten years couldn't even recognize his voice. Besides, when asking about the situation, it would have been fine if he asked her mother first, but why did he ask this young man second? He was actually ranked third?

A sense of crisis that an old father was about to lose his daughter suddenly enveloped Ed's heart. She was only twelve years old!

After looking at the bronze mirror that was broken into two pieces in Bourne's hand, Ed quickly walked to his wife. His wife Irene still looked dazed, which made Ed feel distressed.

At this time, Bourne also came to the side of the Warrens, looked at Ed who was at a loss, and said, "Mr. Warren, can you let me try?"

Seeing Ed move sideways to make room for him, Bourne handed the holy vessel, the frying pan, which he had been holding under his armpit, to Ed, and then placed the four crosses that he had been holding between his fingers in the frying pan. Ed's eyelids twitched when he saw these actions.

Bourne then placed his right hand lightly on Erin’s head.

In fact, Bourne didn't know what he could do. After all, it was obvious that Ms. Warren had lost her mind. This made Bourne, who usually only used the Gate of Wonders to treat physical injuries, very unsure. He didn't know whether the Gate of Wonders would be effective for this kind of mental damage.

In Bourne's perception, his sight seemed to enter a gray space. There seemed to be many passages in the space, leading to different directions. He had a feeling that Ms. Warren's soul was in one of the passages.

But with so many channels, how do you know which one is the right one? It is impossible to find them one by one, because these channels are not fixed, some have just appeared, and some are disappearing.

I wish I could create countless clones!

Bourne was thinking this, when suddenly, a second version of himself appeared in the hall, followed by a third, and a fourth...

Each "self" looks exactly like himself, but the expressions and dress are different, and this posture is a bit like - his own schizophrenia!

It's confirmed. These clones are the split personalities that are constantly created in my mind and constantly killed by me!

Bourne just felt a toothache.

Forget it, I'll just make use of it. Who would have thought that my schizophrenia could be used to find - ghosts!

At Bourne's command, those "selves" with different expressions, personalities, voices, postures, and appearances ran happily towards the passages. In the blink of an eye, they were all gone, but there were still many passages that no one had explored.

It doesn’t matter, if you are schizophrenic, I will just split it up again!

Another batch!

The third batch, the fourth batch...

I don’t know which batch it was, but finally in a passage, one of my split selves came out with a woman who looked exactly like Mrs. Warren.

Well done, myself!

Bourne was so happy that he almost jumped up. Now, the Warrens would not ask him to compensate for their losses, right? They might even thank him!

Not to mention that Bourne was so excited in the audited world. In the basement, Ed and his daughter watched Bourne put his hand on Irene's head. His expression changed from confused to worried, excited, depressed, and then excited. Their hearts were also in turmoil, not knowing what was going on.

Just when the father and daughter were extremely anxious, Irene's breathing suddenly became rapid, and then her brows furrowed and her eyes slowly opened.

Erin Warren, wake up!