Chapter 3661

The lights in the corridor went out one by one. The backs of the two brothers were almost instantly swallowed by the darkness. In the darkness, the fragmented sounds were infinitely magnified. Danny's slightly rapid breathing indicated his nervousness. Johnny also slightly arched his body, and flames were almost burning in his eyes.

The flower-style word "AlarmingDoom" appeared on the screen. Eddie, sitting in front of the computer desk, exhaled gently, leaned back, moved his slightly sore neck, and muttered: "Really didn't see it, Schiller has director talent. This mockumentary is filmed quite like it."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Venom shouted, "Hurry up and play it, I still want to watch! What on earth is coming?!"

"Don't rush, I'll fix the front first." Eddie continued to lean his body forward, staring carefully at the computer screen, and started using video processing software to adjust the special effects of the font appearance, changing the originally abrupt way to a handwritten animation, and then cooperating with the rustling sound of writing, bringing another kind of weird and thrilling atmosphere.

Then, Eddie imported a new video file and placed this video after the title subtitle appeared.

First, it was a long black screen, then some noise appeared, followed by the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor, and then the sound of the tape recorder being turned on.

"My name is Nyarlathotep, an honorary researcher at All Souls College, Oxford University, and also an expert in folklore and occultism. Forgive me for having to tell you such a thrilling story in this way. Because no matter who it is, perhaps no one will believe the terrible events I have experienced this week. The matter has to start from that hot movie, and also from a terrifying demon that is not well known..."

Eddie listened quietly, occasionally clicking a frequency band with the mouse, subtracting a short pause to control the rhythm of speaking, and then put on headphones to process the tone, making the man's voice sound deeper and more mysterious.

After the black screen ended, the sky suddenly brightened. The bright sunshine and the thrilling atmosphere just now formed a sharp contrast. The iconic Vatican wall appeared in the picture. The person with the camera was sitting in a car, and the lens was shaking, not looking like a professional photographer.

"Today is May 12th." That familiar voice sounded again, "I came to the Vatican to visit an old friend of mine. In the hierarchy of secular religion, he is usually called a Cardinal. But I think many people don't know that he is also a vanguard of the Earth resisting the invasion of demons. I only hope he can solve my trouble..."

The picture turned again. In an office with red wood floors and brick walls that looked very ancient, many documents were placed on the table in front of the lens. An old man with a bald head wearing a robe was slowly putting on his glasses.

"It seems it's correct." He opened his mouth slowly, "The symptoms of these people who are evil are very typical. They are possessed by devils, indulging in those evil illusions, having their souls sucked away, and dying in their sleep."

"There is only one exception." The owner of the lens said, "The boy with schizophrenia living in the sanitarium. Did he resist the devil's attack? Or did some other power help him?"

The old man shook his head gently and said, "Perhaps this is a conspiracy. A conspiracy woven by the devil returning to Earth. He wants to use this boy to achieve some purpose. But there is no doubt that Nelson is special. If you want to defeat the devil, you must protect him."

"I don't know what to do. I came to you just to understand the devil. That country on the other side of the ocean once fell into darkness for a long time, but there hasn't been such a serious accident for decades. My colleagues attach great importance to this, and I must solve it as soon as possible."

"Come with me." The old man walked out from behind the desk and turned to walk toward a small door on the right wall. The lens followed him through the small door and came to a narrow and dark library. Various books and files were placed here, piled up full, not just on the shelves, walls, floors, desks, but even on the windowsills, all were various ancient case files that had turned yellow.

The old man was searching, and finally took out one of them, handed it to the owner of the lens, and then made a shushing gesture to him.

"Don't say his name."

A hand picked up the case file, and the lens focused on a name—"Mephisto."

Schiller put down the case file in his hand and then took off the camera hanging around his neck. The old man walked over, smiling, and said: "How is it? This one should be able to pass, right?"

"Not bad." Schiller said, "Sure enough, a slightly dim environment is more conducive to shaping a mysterious atmosphere. The audience just likes to watch this."

Schiller spent some time importing what he had just filmed into his phone and then sent it to the Bishop. The Bishop put on his glasses, narrowed his eyes, checked the video screen on his phone, nodded, and said: "Not bad, it makes me look quite professional. I originally thought I wasn't old yet, but now it seems I'm a bit behind the times. If it were me, I would never think of bringing a camera to film a documentary while exorcising demons."

"Actually, the exorcism is already finished. This segment is just a reshoot for the completeness of the plot. After all, I also understand that you want to promote the church's contribution to fighting demons. This segment can well express that it was your support that gave Dr. Sothoth the support to escape from that terrible experience."

"It's really interesting." The old Bishop said, "When the movie is released, I will definitely go see it. I think my colleagues will too."

"I am preparing to hold a premiere at the new magic school. By then, you can enjoy the movie with the mages of Kamar-Taj and the members of the Avengers. I think you will have a lot to talk about."

The smile on the old Bishop's face became a bit richer. He nodded and patted Schiller on the shoulder.

Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the studio door. Eddie, who was leaning on the back of the seat, woke up suddenly, turned his head, and saw Schiller push the door in.

"How is it? Is it edited?"

"It's still early." Eddie wiped his face, picked up a Lindt chocolate candy from the side, and threw it into his mouth. Schiller sat down next to him. Eddie reached out and adjusted the screen, and the two looked at the picture on the screen together.

"Oh, damn it. Do you feel it?" Danny looked at Johnny. Johnny's expression was serious.

"I feel power flowing. Someone with such powerful power wouldn't be an ordinary demon. Perhaps it really is Mephisto."

Da, da, da... In the empty corridor, the sound of leather shoe heels stepping on the ground suddenly came, and it was getting closer and closer.

A sudden strong wind blew the two of them back a few steps. They had to use their arms to block their faces.

A scream that didn't sound like it could be made by a human suddenly came from the end of the corridor. All the lights turned on, but the light turned into a terrifying blood red. A black shadow with a height reaching the ceiling and arms long enough to drag on the ground flashed past the window at the end of the corridor.

Danny also let out a terrified scream, but Johnny had already stepped forward to chase. Schiller followed behind the two and rushed toward the window together.

Coming to the window, a very rich burnt smell came from the window. Johnny opened the window, and the moment he poked his head out to look down, he made eye contact with a terrifying face that was pitch black, with skin completely burned and wrinkled, and only a pair of eyes on the whole face.

The other party's torso was withered, probably only the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, with black skin tightly attached to the bones, but the limbs were unusually long, like a big spider, lying on the outer wall of the sanitarium, looking up at Johnny.

Johnny was scared back a step. Danny hurriedly rushed over, but by the time he poked his head out to look again, the ugly and weird monster had climbed away by moving its limbs quickly.

"What was that?" Danny asked, "Is it an illusion? Or some kind of cursed creature?"

"That is a monster from hell." Johnny took a deep breath and said, "In Mephisto's hell domain, there are countless monsters that have suffered torture, and their limbs and forms have become distorted. They are all different, but they are all very terrifying. Another common point is that their bodies will be stained with the breath of hell ashes."

"Hell ashes?" Schiller said.

"Yes. The burnt smell we just smelled is the smell of hell ashes. And..." Johnny lowered his head and reached out to touch the edge of the windowsill. His hand was stained with some black traces. He showed it to the two of them and said: "This is hell ashes."

Danny just wanted to say something when a scream came from downstairs, sounding like a female voice. They hurriedly ran downstairs. The corridor downstairs was also filled with a faint burnt smell. The scream alarmed the nurses on this floor, and they rushed into the ward where the scream came from together.

Johnny and Danny rushed to the front. Schiller wanted to walk forward, but stopped his steps, and then shouted at them: "Wait! Don't go in!!"

"Bang!" The door closed instantly. Everything became weirdly quiet. Schiller, who was still in the corridor, couldn't hear any movement, and his eyes fell on the doorplate of the ward again.

He remembered that this room only had one patient, and it was a boy. Then that scream just now couldn't have been made by the patient in the ward; it must be Mephisto's trap.

After the door was closed, the two people in the room also reacted. The figure lying on the hospital bed was clearly male, and it was unknown whether he was in a coma or had fallen into a dream; he had no reaction to such a loud sound.

The moment the door was closed, the three windows in the room opened one after another. The rich burnt smell came again, the white walls were ignited, and gradually burned black. The hospital bed, bed curtains, and instruments were all swallowed in the flames. And that figure lying on the hospital bed stood up in a weird posture.

"He's possessed!" Johnny shouted, "Stop him!"

Danny rushed up and tackled the person. But soon he discovered that the hand he touched the other party with was being burned. He let out a low, painful groan. The moment his muscle strength relaxed, the other party broke free from him.

With a "swish," flames surged from Johnny's eye sockets. He instantly turned into Ghost Rider, staring at the rushing patient with those eyes filled with anger.

"You... are guilty!"

(End of chapter)