Demon husband's exorcism

The author has something to say: this unit drama is inspired by the fourth episode of the first season of the American drama "Constantine"~

"...I have an apple, my apple is big, round and pink, I grab it and lick it in my mouth every day..."

Early in the morning, Xiao Ming, who was humming a ditty tune, walked out of the kitchen with a rainbow-shaped breakfast. He saw Zong Wangchuan reading a letter on the sofa with a very ugly expression on his face. Is it your white moonlight who crawled out of the grave?"

"How many times have I told you that I don't have Bai Yueguang. This is the demolition intention survey form sent by the neighborhood committee."

Zong Wangchuan was speechless, took the breakfast, took a bite, and said, "At the market price, I can get more than 100 million yuan in compensation for demolition, or a 150-square-meter suburban house."

"Wow, there are actually 100 million! It's enough for us to rent a boat in the Caribbean to play pirate games."

Xiao Ming said nonchalantly, sat on the armrest of the sofa, and asked, "Do I need to accompany you to the old house to tidy things up?"

"The useful things have been moved in a year ago, and all the things left behind are unnecessary."

Zong Wangchuan put the dinner plate on the table and said, "Where is the DSLR? I will go to the old house to take a few photos later, as a last souvenir."

"Oh, the DSLR is in the second drawer of the cabinet on the left."

Xiao Ming looked at Zong Wangchuan worriedly: "Do you really not need me to accompany you?"

"No, that's my past, I want to face it alone."

Zong Wangchuan stood up and looked out the window heavily.

……

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Chunhua Community is an old-fashioned community with loose management. When Zong Wangchuan drove past the security room of the community, the security guards were busy playing cards and no one registered as a visitor.

After parking the car in front of the open space in Building 42, Zong Wangchuan walked to the open green iron gate and looked nostalgicly at the narrow and dim corridor.

It's just that I've been away for a year, and it's so strange that it feels like a lifetime has passed.

He laughed at himself and walked into the Tongzilou.

The lighting in the corridor was as bad as ever, and the voice control system had long since failed. He climbed the stairs in the dark, and found that there were few residents in the building until he reached the door.

"Sure enough, everyone moved out."

Zong Wangchuan took out the key and opened the door.

Because of the long time, the door lock was rusted, Zong Wangchuan twisted it several times before he opened the door, and after pushing the door, he was forced to step back temporarily due to the oncoming suffocation.

After waiting for seven or eight minutes to make sure that the airflow inside and outside the door had been cleared, he walked in with the DSLR in hand. While he was thinking about what to shoot, he suddenly smelled an inexplicable smell of blood.

Is it...

He who has dealt with things that ordinary people can't see since he was a child suddenly frowned, lowered his head, and looked at the ground carefully.

On the dusty floor, bloodstains and corpses of unknown bugs were scattered all over the place. The bloodstains were still fresh, and the corpses of bugs were fresh. The two appeared alternately, forming an intermittent line leading to the bathroom.

Could there be in the bathroom...

The back of Zong Wangchuan's neck felt a little cold.

He put the SLR and other things on the table, took out the holy water, wrapped the rosary around his hand, held the cross pendant, walked carefully to the door of the bathroom, and pushed it away——

"Who!"

"……I am me……"

A weak voice came from behind the frosted glass of the bathroom.

Zong Wangchuan felt that the voice sounded familiar, and saw that the floor of the bathroom was covered with insects and blood, and the frosted glass was even smeared with blood red, so he didn't dare to move forward, and stood at the door of the bathroom and said to the figure behind the glass: "Who are you! Can you come out by yourself?"

"...A Chuan...I am...I am Shen Ling...I...I don't know why I am here...It seems that when I wake up...just..."

While speaking, the glass door opened, revealing a face covered with bugs.

"A Chuan, it's me...I'm Shen Ling..."

He repeated it, trying to scrape the bugs off his face, but these bugs were bloodthirsty, he managed to get a small blank space, but was occupied by more bugs in an instant.

Fortunately, Zong Wangchuan had already confirmed that this person was Shen Ling.

He stood at the door of the bathroom and asked Shen Ling, who was covered in insects, "What happened? How did you become like this? And the blood on the ground... Where did the blood come from? Are you injured?"

"I wasn't hurt, the blood belonged to someone else..."

Shen Ling spoke with difficulty, and climbed out of the bathtub, but his pants were covered with blood.

"what is the problem!"

Zong Wangchuan's cold sweat was running down the back of his neck.

Shen Ling at this time was completely different from what he remembered. He looked like a monster, a monster made of blood and bugs.

"...I don't know how to explain it to you," Shen Ling said bitterly, "Maybe you should take a closer look, there is... there is something in the bathtub, I found it when I woke up...but I...I'm scared, I...I don't dare to look more..."

Because of this sentence, Zong Wangchuan noticed that one of Shen Ling's eyes was closed, his hair was stuck to his forehead with cold sweat, and his eyes were covered with blood clots.

"You calm down first."

Zong Wangchuan tried to get closer while comforting Shen Ling.

Shen Ling had special trust in Zong Wangchuan. After hearing what he said, he moved his already frightened body with difficulty while holding the frosted glass, so that Zong Wangchuan could clearly see the world behind the frosted glass.

Zong Wangchuan walked to the frosted glass, took a deep breath, and looked at the bathtub.

blood.

The bathtub was full of blood.

A body lying curled up on its side was soaked in the bloody water.

Zong Wangchuan reached out and touched the corpse.

He had been dead for a long time, and his body began to decompose. There were two fatal wounds, one on the wrist and one on the abdomen.

Zong Wangchuan carefully twisted the body of the deceased with a large hole in his abdomen, and wiped the blood on the corpse's face with a wet tissue paper. He wanted to wipe it clean and take a photo for Zhu Biao to help identify the deceased, but he couldn't see clearly. The dead man gasped when he saw the face!

Jiang Tianxi!

The deceased was Jiang Tianxi!

"After the Zeng family's matter was resolved, this guy never showed up again. I thought he was arranged by Han Yi to raise a baby in another place. I didn't expect him to dare..."

Zong Wangchuan felt very uncomfortable.

He didn't have the slightest affection for Jiang Tianxi, and even looked down upon him a bit, but when he saw the big hole in Jiang Tianxi's abdomen, he couldn't help feeling a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, as if he had been punched.

Is this synaesthesia, or—

The magic tire sensed that the crisis was coming, and was warning in advance?

Either way, it doesn't bode well.

Zong Wangchuan took a breath, and said to the relieved Shen Ling, "Do you still remember what happened before you fell into a coma?"

"I don't remember...I don't remember anything...I...I...I heard a buzzing sound...buzz buzzing...like ten thousand flies flapping their wings together...it's scary...don't...don't Ring in my ears again!"

Shen Ling suddenly fell into madness, covering his ears with his hands, his face covered with bugs twisted ferociously.

Zong Wangchuan could only pause the questioning, took out the metal diffuser used for Mass, lit the holy incense, hung it in the bathroom, and slowly shook it.

The fragrance flowed out along the gap, the weird atmosphere in the bathroom gradually faded, and Shen Ling's madness gradually calmed down.

He raised his head, and most of the worms on his face had fallen off, revealing his original facial features.

"...Thank you...I finally don't have to be tortured by that voice...I...I...I'm so uncomfortable...I'm in pain..."

"What the hell happened? These bugs... what's going on!"

Zong Wangchuan pinched a bug on Shen Ling's face, squeezed it hard, and blue-purple blood burst out.

"What kind of bug is this! Where did it come from!"

"I brought the worms back from the outside, from the outside... the mountain... Miaojiang... the stockade..."

Shen Ling's eyes gradually blurred, and the vortex of memory wrapped him up——

"Three years ago, I was assigned by my superiors to go to Miaojiang to be the head of the supporting education office.

In the first two years, I was in contact with Miaojiang villages that had a certain degree of communication with the outside world. They respected knowledge, realized that the outside world was undergoing earth-shaking changes, and were willing to send their children to school.

In the third year, the focus of my work shifted from the Dashanzhai to the Miao Village, where a semi-primitive life is hidden deep in the Shiwanda Mountains.

Although I was well prepared psychologically, I was still shocked by the ignorance and superstition of these villages when I actually came into contact with them.

They received us warmly, but completely denied the modern civilization we brought, and even said that they would continue to sacrifice ancestors with living people next month.

We couldn't accept their barbaric beliefs, and tried our best to persuade them, so we could only pretend to leave, planning to sneak back to the village in the dark three days later, and take away the poor children they locked up as sacrifices.

……

When we rescued the child from the wooden spine cage, the dogs in the village suddenly barked.

We then divided into three roads. I took the children to the north, and they ran south and east respectively to divert people from the village.

My child and I were fleeing for our lives in Shiwanda Mountain. When we reached the stream, the child suddenly squatted down and retched. I thought he was unwell and planned to carry him on the road.

At this time, strange patterns suddenly appeared on the child's face, and then he opened his mouth, and a large number of worms came out of the mouth.

The bugs danced wildly around me, making a sound like ten thousand flies flapping their wings together.

I took off my clothes and slapped the bugs. I wanted to disperse them, but—the more I drove them away, the denser they became. I couldn't do anything at all. I could only watch them take children... children...

Finally, I found the wishing bottle your sister gave me!

I opened the wishing bottle, I locked the worms in the bottle, I defeated them, I won!I won! "

Shen Ling laughed wildly, and the bugs stuck to his face flapped their wings frantically, making him look like a demon escaped from hell.

Zong Wangchuan's expression became more serious.