The exorcism began in America.-Chapter 307 Dalton Motel

Seeing that the car had stopped making any noise, Camille finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head, and gave Monte an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Monte. This guy has been spoiled since he was little, but I’ll give him a good talking-to!"

Monte didn’t say much, but managed a forced smile and nodded before turning to get into his own car.

"What’s wrong, dear?"

Pietro, who was checking the car before departure, asked with concern when he saw the troubled expression on his girlfriend’s face as she returned.

"Pietro!" Camille hesitated before saying, "I think inviting Monte might have been a mistake!"

"Hm? Why do you say that?" Upon hearing this, Pietro was slightly taken aback, and the smile gradually disappeared from his face.

"It’s Daster! He still doesn’t like Monte at all!"

"Just now, he was saying some really unfriendly things about Monte’s cross necklace and the Guardian Crystal!"

"Daster is so impolite!" Pietro immediately frowned at this.

"Now is not the time to talk about that, the question is what should we do?"

"We’ve come this far; we can only take it one step at a time! Hopefully, Daster can change during this trip."

Seeing that her boyfriend had no solution either, Camille could only nod helplessly.

"Alright, I’ll do my best to hold back that guy Daster!"

Once everyone’s vehicles were ready, their road trip officially began!

The journey from Washington to Florida would take more than ten hours.

This was all assuming that nothing unexpected happened along the way.

Accounting for rest, meals, and refueling time, Pietro and the others planned to extend the journey, taking the opportunity to enjoy the scenery along the way.

They aimed to reach their destination the next morning.

Initially, Pietro had planned for the four of them to share one car, which would have allowed them to take turns driving and reduce the driver’s fatigue.

But unexpectedly, Daster had suddenly chosen to drive by himself, and Monte, because of a breakup, wanted to be alone.

So, they had no choice but to change the original plan.

The Dalton Motel, an old motel located at the border of Florida, sits beside the highway, nearly in the middle of nowhere.

Due to the resurgence of the Bizarre, tourist numbers had greatly diminished, and now this motel was on the verge of closing down.

But today, before it shut its doors, it welcomed four more guests.

"We’ll stay here for the night and then drive for a few more hours tomorrow morning to reach our destination!"

"OK! I’m tired too! By the way, where’s the motel owner?" Daster yawned, his face showing his exhaustion as he asked.

Pietro, looking at the deserted front desk, was also puzzled. While the motel’s decor was dated, it didn’t look abandoned.

Camille, on the other hand, noticed the service bell in the corner of the front desk at a glance.

She reached out, pressed it lightly, and immediately a clear bell rang out.

The next second, an elderly voice suddenly came from behind the small door at the back of the front desk.

"Oh~ I never expected anyone to come here now?"

With a CREAK, an old man with silver hair stepped out from the opened door.

The moment he looked up and saw the young people standing in front of him, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You lot, at a time like this, how dare you run around recklessly?"

Upon hearing this, Daster immediately stepped forward with discontent.

"No, no, no! We’re not running around recklessly; we’re embarking on a journey of freedom!"

"Traveling? Alright then!" The old man nodded indifferently to their rationale, "So, how many rooms do you plan to take?"

"Two, uh... make that three!"

Pietro turned around and glanced back at Daster and Monte before finally deciding to change what he was about to say.

The old man looked at the group in front of him, smiled faintly, and handed over several keys.

"I wish you all sweet dreams tonight!"

"Thank you!"

Pietro took the keys, returning a polite smile as well.

After distributing the keys, everyone headed off to their respective rooms.

Self-driving tours are indeed fun, but exhaustion is a real signal from the body.

After a day’s journey, all they wanted to do now was to take a hot shower and throw themselves onto a large, soft bed.

"Goodnight, everyone!"

Pietro waved at the others behind him and directly opened his room door, entering with his girlfriend, Camille.

"Goodnight!" Monte replied softly and then, without paying attention to Daster beside him, quickly opened his door and went inside.

Daster, who was left behind, sneered at the two closed doors and continued on his way to his room.

His room was further inside.

Accompanied by the sound of his footsteps, he quickly reached his own door.

He inserted the key into the lock and then turned it gently.

With a CLICK, the door in front of him swung open.

But just as he was about to step through the doorway, something caught his eye at the end of the hallway—a shadow that flashed by.

"Strange inn, strange old man, and now a strange person!"

Daster shrugged his shoulders and went on without giving it another thought, stepping right through the doorway of his room.

He was simply too tired. A bath and then sleep—that was the most important thing right now!

Accompanied by the sound of running water from several rooms, the four travelers finished their baths almost simultaneously.

Shortly after, snoring could be heard throughout the motel, as each of them lay on the not-so-comfortable beds, falling into a deep sleep.

「Soon, midnight arrived.」

The silence was even more pronounced in the motel without other travelers, with only the occasional unknown birdcalls from the wilderness in the distance.

"Hmm... stop it!"

Daster, deeply asleep in his room, suddenly felt as if someone had laid hair on his face.

Instinctively, he swiped at his face but caught nothing.

"HUFF... HUFF... HUFF..."

The tired snoring started up once again, his groggy mind not picking up on anything amiss.

「A few minutes later.」

The familiar sensation returned.

The hairs on his face even had a slimy feeling this time.

"Stop it!"

Daster’s hand moved again, subconsciously trying to remove whatever was on his face.

This time, however, his fingers actually grasped something!

"Hmm... what is this?"

Daster opened his eyes, baffled, trying to see what he had caught.

But the terrifying visage that suddenly appeared before his eyes left his brain starkly blank.

In the pitch-dark room, for some unknown reason, Daster could clearly see the details of this face before him.

In the hollow of its eyes was an unfathomably deep void.