night.

The girls who had been playing for a whole day had already returned to their room to rest, and the Warrens sat in the kitchen and whispered to discuss something.

When the Asian guy heard about what happened at noon, he came to sit next to Cole without invitation, glanced at noon from time to time, and seemed to want to touch this legendary revolver that could destroy the evil spirits.

"Hi, have you seen Red Dead Redemption?"

Cole said with coffee, "Can't leave the place with cowboys, romantic personal heroism, will anyone not like it?"

"Uh...I mean, I heard you like to call it at noon, and it hurts that guy's revolver during the day. Actually, I don't know much about guns, but the big guy you are holding is much cooler than the state police's gun."

The time background of the Conjuring i was in 1971. The prototype Smith Wesson M500, which had arrived at noon, was not released until 2003. It is an industrial product that is thirty years ahead of its technology. Of course, it is more handsome than the old wooden handle revolver of the state police.

Putting the coffee cup on the table, Cole turned his head and looked at him, and smiled, "I know what you are thinking, Drew, it's a pity that I can't lend him to you. God knows when Bassheba will suddenly appear."

Drew was not embarrassed when he was exposed. He smiled heartily and stood up to pour him a cup of hot coffee again, "I'm just curious, Mr. Cole, I want to know if your witch hunter organization still absorbs new people?

It's so cool to learn about your daytime deeds from Mr. Ed!"

"You really think so?"

"Of course! Is there anything cooler than protecting others and hunting the devil? If possible, I'd like to be an apprentice by your side."

Cole smiled and shook his head, the unknown was fearless.

Even in the Mengxi Empire, the survival rate of the witch hunter apprentice who received four years of professional training was less than 20%. With his talent and mentality, even if he did not die, he would sooner or later torture to autism by cruel facts.

After patting his shoulder, Cole was about to scare the innocent young man.

"Let me think that five years ago, there should be twenty-six apprentices who studied under the same tutor as me. How do you think they are doing now?"

The Asian guy smiled optimistically, "Mr. Cole, I am not an outsider either. I am not an outsider in our business. It is normal for these evil and terrifying guys to face these evil and terrifying guys every day. I can't bear it mentally to choose to quit.

It’s different for me. I have studied with Mr. Warren for so long that I have experienced at least three supernatural events personally.

And if I can become a cool and handsome witch hunter, how could I choose to quit?"

He shrugged, as if he was very proud of his resume, and continued, "So what? Where are the others now?"

"Diet, including my mentor."

Often, speaking a bloody fact with a calm attitude is even more shocking and scary.

It was a vicissitudes of soul that was taken lightly by a veteran witch hunter after countless separations in life and death.

At least.

In the eyes of Asian little brother Drew, Cole Walker is a mysterious and experienced witch hunter.

Gradually, Drew's optimistic attitude turned into an awkward laugh.

"Haha...haha, Mr. Cole, this joke is not funny at all."

Cole raised his chin slightly, and looked at him with his predecessors, and said slowly, "Do you think I'm joking?"

The Warren and his wife sitting in the restaurant naturally heard the conversation between them.

Ed shouted, "Drew, if there is nothing to do, prepare your paper and don't keep disturbing Mr. Cole."

Drew shrugged his shoulder helplessly, stood up with a coffee cup and prepared to go to the other side.

It was at this time.

A slight whisper suddenly came from the recording equipment placed on the table.

"Shh, don't be discovered by her..."

Standing there, Drew looked at Cole, hurriedly sat down and put on his headphones, shouting, "Ed! There is a new situation!"

The Warren and his wife rushed over to hear the sound.

Lorraine brought another pair of headphones, frowned for a moment, and whispered, "It seems that it is Roy mentioned by April, what do he want to do?"

Cole sat aside in silence, blowing coffee, thinking, did she really hide in Caroline's body?

In the movie.

The little boy's ghost never showed strong aggression, but liked to play hide-and-seek pranks, which was really scary.

Since he chose to take Cindy to hide in the dark room behind the big wardrobe at this time, it means that in no time, Bassheba will manipulate Caroline to start killing her child.

However, Cole was not going to remind everyone that if he did this, he might be alarmed and causing Basheba to change his container and hide.

In that case, there will be a sudden change.

Not only humans will bully the weak and fear the strong, but the devil will do the same.

After being shot, she understood who was the terrible guy in this house that could not be provoked.

At this time.

I saw Cindy wearing a white nightgown, passing through the corridor in front of the door like usual sleepwalking, and the temperature sensing camera arranged at the door pressed the shutter.

Caroline and Roger, who were not asleep, rushed over.

Ed stopped them from stopping Cindy and said, "Wait a minute, we need this."

As Cindy stepped up the steps step by step, the temperature sensing camera arranged at every point along the way pressed the shutter.

Roger, the atheist, put his hands on his hips and wondered, "Cindy is just sleepwalking, how could the camera take a picture of her?"

Ed explained, "It wasn't Cindy who triggered the camera, it was something else, someone followed her."

"Someone?"

Everyone stood downstairs and saw Cindy walk into the seriously haunted bedroom with a large wardrobe.

Bang!

The white wooden door is closed heavily.

Seeing this, Ed cursed inwardly, "Shet."

Roger was the first to rush up, but he could not open the wooden door no matter what.

In the end, Ed made a great miracle and broke the wooden door with one foot. Unfortunately, when everyone entered, Cindy had disappeared without a trace.

The windows were closed, unlike the last time I jumped into the woods.

"Drew! Get the UV light up!"

Roger touched the back of his head and looked at the empty house in a daze, "Ed, what do we want to do with UV lamps?"

"You will know later, Drew! Hurry!"

At this time, Cole, who was walking at the back, leaned against the door frame with coffee, said, "Based on my years of experience, if nothing unexpected happens, Cindy should have been hidden in the wardrobe. Maybe there is a hidden dark room behind the wardrobe, and terrible things have happened in the dark room.

But you don't have to worry. I heard the conversation in the recorder. It seemed that someone wanted to help Cindy avoid the spying of some dirty things."

Cole has watched the whole movie six times and is familiar with every plot, so he naturally knows where Cindy is hiding.

However, he could only express such things in a tactful way, otherwise it would be a bit too exaggerated to predict the future.

But even so, the people in the room looked at him in surprise.

Ed was a little doubtful of life for a time, and he could guess such a thing? Previously, a mistake in Canada left a terrifying shadow in his and Lorraine's hearts that were still unrelieved.

How many supernatural events have he participated in... or the actions of hunting devils and evil spirits to accumulate such rich experience?
Chapter completed!