The Gentleman at the End-Chapter 652 - 650: Expelling Evil

When William finished the "Hand-Ripped Drama," Catherine suddenly came to her senses,

As the dominator of nightmares, she was infuriated and humiliated by being deceived by the tiny divine statue. A gigantic tentacle lashed out towards the statue, smashing it on the spot just as it had done in the hospital.

Ding!

The tentacle, powerful enough to shatter an iron rod, was blocked by something as it struck down.

It didn’t even touch the surface of the statue; it was simply repelled by some force as it neared the shrine.

Not only that,

but the rebound force was magnified several times, tearing off the tentacle Catherine used to strike, root and all.

This was a part of Catherine’s body. Suffering from an inability to block pain due to her lost ability, she could not regenerate.

It felt as if a finger had been ripped out at the root, causing her so much pain that tentacles sprouted all over her back, writhing around her body as she rolled on the ground.

William’s attention was on the surface of the shrine, where he slightly discerned some clues.

When the tentacle struck, a faint red barrier seemed to appear on the surface of the shrine, with strange characters floating on it.

"Is there something like a force field for protection?"

As William stepped over the torn flesh and approached to inspect the shrine,

Buzz!

The "Fertility Guanyin" radiated a burst of red light,

Under the glow of the red light, the flesh torn by hand and scattered on the floor began to wriggle wildly, even emitting bursts of baby cries.

William immediately realized the severity of the situation and shouted loudly, "Catherine, stop yelling! Quickly destroy the flesh on the floor and throw as much of it as you can out the window."

Catherine had learned to shut off her pain through her brain while being an experimental subject in the Arc Sea, and had not involuntarily felt such intense pain for a long time, making her somewhat unaccustomed in the moment.

But at William’s request, she still glared with bloodshot eyes, gritting her teeth to endure.

She violently slapped the landlady’s flesh with her remaining tentacles, ripping it into small pieces and throwing some of the flesh out the window, trying to stop the ongoing regeneration.

Unfortunately, the divine statue’s effect grew stronger, and the regeneration speed increased, eventually completing the consolidation of the flesh on the ceiling.

Since a small portion of the flesh had been thrown out of the window by William and Catherine, the reconstituted form of the landlady was noticeably less fleshy, especially around the abdomen.

She had already become uncontrollably furious,

Under the enhancement of the red light bestowed by the divine statue, her black hair floated around her body, exposing a skull-like, withered face, her mouth opening in a circular shape as she emitted strange roars.

Her abdomen, too, split open again like her mouth, forming a gaping maw.

The fetuses filling her abdominal cavity were emitting heartrending cries, making it difficult for the two to concentrate, and even causing nosebleeds.

Catherine was somewhat hesitant due to the continual severe pain from the severed tentacles, and she did not immediately lash out, fearing that her few remaining tentacles might be bitten off again.

Just as William and Catherine poised themselves for battle,

Pop!

A burst of gunfire sounded,

It was not from outside or anywhere within the house, but rather a muffled sound of gunfire from within the landlady’s body.

Following that, several more shots rang out,

The landlady’s body was riddled with bullet holes, her head shot through, her pupils lifeless... Immediately thereafter, a pair of rough and huge hands extended from her abdomen, tearing her flesh apart once more.

Flesh exploded, and blood rained down,

However, this time, along with the tearing of the flesh, two men in black emerged.

The detective with an urgent expression held a special handgun, his whole body exuding a deadly aura,

The observant detective’s gaze immediately shifted to the foreigner at the door, their main target for the police call. His agile mind quickly assessed the situation, deducing the foreigner’s well-meaning actions.

He immediately yelled out, "I’ll handle the divine statue; you guys take care of the residue."

The observant detective reached into the lining of his trench coat, not drawing a handgun, but a rather finely crafted ink brush, even engraved with a police badge.

Stored in the ink reservoir was a special kind of exorcism cinnabar.

Fingers moved along the ink line, quickly wrapping and binding the shrine while snapping at critical points to break the shrine’s "pulse."

Everything was ready,

The detective took out a yellow talisman paper from the inner lining, touched his linen-covered face, smeared with blood, and quickly drew symbols on the surface of the yellow paper.

In an instant, the yellow paper floated,

The detective struck with a palm, even creating subtle ripples in the air, forcibly breaking the shrine’s barrier, and slapped the yellow paper onto the surface of the divine statue, achieving a seal.

The red light filling the room instantly dissipated,

The writhing flesh no longer merged, wailing incessantly,

The frazzled detective, along with William and Catherine, quickly gathered the pieces of flesh, stuffing them into black plastic bags, to be sent to the crematorium for incineration later.

However,

The detective who had just completed the sealing of the divine statue suddenly remembered something,

"Where’s the boss? Hurry up and find him."

Everyone searched the room but could not find any trace of the boss, and the master bedroom had been emptied out, the person having left over ten minutes ago.

Simultaneously,

At an exit of the village within the city, the boss, no longer stooping, and holding a newborn baby assembled from pieces of flesh, got into a taxi.

The ornament in the taxi was also a delicate divine statue.

...Half an hour passed.

In the boss’s house filled with red candles, everyone sat around a round wooden table.

The detective did not convey a threatening demeanor or intend to make arrests, the blood writing on their burlap faces faded, indicating their relatively friendly attitude now.

"Thank you, foreign friends, for your assistance. Without it, my partner and I might have ended up as sacrifices, which was really careless of us.

As a token of gratitude, I, as a humble local detective, will no longer pursue your case. When I go back, I’ll write in my report that you have left the county.

My only request is that you don’t cause trouble in our county, otherwise, we’ll meet again."

"No problem, I don’t look like a bad guy, do I?" William flashed his usually sunny smile.

"Your smile gives me the creeps... To be precise, your appearance reminds me of a nationally notorious, top-level evil case."

"Oh? Who?" William asked intentionally, though he probably had an idea in his mind.

"You just have to look at the newspapers from three years ago to find out. As a law enforcement officer, it’s not appropriate for me to narrate case details to you directly.

By the way~ I also have a few questions I’d like to ask.

Where are you from? There should be another person upstairs, right? Escaped from a prison, or something? It’s okay if you prefer not to say."

"A secluded hospital built in the mountains, I don’t know the name exactly. Aren’t you guys from the hospital?"

"Hospital?" The detective tapped his head with his forefinger, "We’re just local police officers who came to find you because of a theft involving a courier package, but it seems you have another identity.

It might be more troublesome than being fugitives~ I advise you to leave the county soon, go farther away."

"Alright, I also have a question."

"Go ahead, but we won’t answer any questions involving classified information."

William had wanted to inquire about the divine statutes but suddenly recalled that seemingly every household in this world had divine statues, with differences between them.

Asking such a fundamental question would inevitably make the detective suspect their identity, or even that they were foreign spies, which could lead to bigger troubles.

It would be better to figure out about the divine statues on his own, so William changed to a more typical question.

"It’s not so much a question, but I wonder if you could help us board a train to a farther city? That kind of place requires identity verification, and if we were to use special means, it might cause trouble for you."

The detective considered for a moment, then nodded, "Alright, I will accompany you to the platform for identity verification, hurry and leave~ We’ve already been very busy with this county."

"Oh, and if you can, help me look up that news from three years ago that you mentioned~"

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