69novels Chapter 164 You've disappointed me too much
Chapter 164 You've disappointed me too much
Chapter 164 You've disappointed me too much
First floor living room.
With a final, mournful roar from upstairs, Chris hugged Regan and wailed uncontrollably.
She had been crying for a long time, tears streaming down her face, her eyes swollen like walnuts.
But she couldn't stop; whenever she looked down and saw Regan in her arms, tears would stream down her face.
Regan was being held by her mother, her little hands patting her back gently.
"Mommy, don't cry."
Her voice was still weak, but it was stronger than before.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
Chris paused for a moment.
Then she suddenly raised her head, her eyes red and swollen, tears still on her face, but her expression had changed.
"housekeeper!"
She turned to look at the butler standing beside her, her voice so loud it startled him.
"Go and prepare some food!"
She paused, then lowered her head to look at Regan in her arms, her voice instantly softening.
"By the way, honey, what would you like to eat?"
Father Iller stood by, watching this scene, a gratified smile on his face.
His smile was full of kindness, like that of an old man looking at his children and grandchildren.
very nice.
The child is safe and sound, and the mother and daughter are reunited.
His trip was worthwhile.
Although my heart almost broke from the fright and my worldview was shattered, seeing this scene made it all worthwhile.
At that moment, another scream came from upstairs.
Father Iller's smile faltered.
He looked up at the building.
Exorcism is no easy task.
The noise pollution alone is enough to make ordinary people suffer.
Detective Kindeman appeared beside him at some point.
"Father, hello."
Father Iller heard the voice and turned to look at him.
The man in front of me was in his forties, wearing a trench coat, with a calm expression and sharp eyes—a typical detective's appearance.
"Hello there."
"I am Detective Kindeman."
"Hello, detective."
Kindman glanced at Regan, who was being carried by Chris towards the dining table, and then looked upstairs.
"Is the exorcism over?"
He asked.
"What's upstairs...?"
"The exorcism is not over."
Father Iller shook his head.
"Father Chen is still upstairs fighting against the devil."
"Father Chen?"
Kindeman repeated the name thoughtfully.
Some time passed.
The two of them were getting tired of waiting by the stairs.
Father Iller's legs were starting to ache, while Kindman stood ramrod straight, though his eyes were somewhat vacant.
Chris walked toward them.
Her face still bore traces of tears, but her expression had calmed down considerably.
"Father, Detective Kindman, the butler has prepared some food. Would you like some?"
As she spoke, she glanced upstairs.
Kindman glanced at Father Iller, said nothing, and walked straight to the dining table.
Father Iller hesitated.
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
He said that, but his eyes involuntarily glanced towards the dining table.
The housekeeper was quick; the table was already set.
Bread, butter, jam, fried eggs, bacon, and a pot of steaming coffee.
The aroma wafted over and entered my nose.
Father Iller's stomach rumbled.
He quickly covered his stomach, pretending nothing had happened.
But to be honest, he really wanted to eat it.
I'm getting old, my body can't keep up!
I got up at five in the morning and have been running around until now, flying, scaring people, and watching exorcisms. I'm completely exhausted.
Now when I see food, my eyes widen in amazement.
The screams from upstairs stopped for a short while.
Father Iller thought for a moment and then said.
"I'll wait a little longer."
He can't bring himself to let his teammates do the work while he enjoys himself.
Although he really wanted to eat it.
But he still needs to save face.
But after waiting and waiting, Chen Yuan didn't come down. Instead, another voice came.
It is a conversation between Chen Yuan and the demon.
It still sounds like Chen Yuan has the upper hand.
Pazuzu was roaring, cursing, and begging for mercy.
Chen Yuan's voice was as calm as if he were having a conversation.
After listening for a while, Father Iller felt much more at ease.
Just then.
"Gurgle~ Gurgle~"
My stomach rumbled again.
This time the sound was louder, clearer, and more impossible to ignore.
Father Iller blushed slightly.
He glanced upstairs.
Chen Yuan hasn't come down yet.
He glanced at the dining table again.
Kindman had already sat down and was spreading butter on the bread.
The butler stood beside him, pouring him coffee.
The scene was incredibly alluring.
Father Iller gritted his teeth.
He went to eat something.
Just a little bit.
If you finish eating before Chen Yuan comes down, you won't be discovered!
He leaned on his cane and walked quickly toward the dining table.
Halfway there, the demon's angry curses grew even louder.
As I approached the dining table, the demon's voice suddenly vanished.
A ray of sunlight shone into the living room, casting a golden hue on the floor.
Father Iller paused for a moment, then looked back upstairs.
Nothing's happening?
ended?
He waited a few seconds, but there was still no movement.
So he pulled out a chair and sat down.
Reach out and pick up a slice of bread, then pick up the butter knife.
Just as I was about to spread butter on the bread.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud came from somewhere.
It sounded like something breaking.
Father Iller paused in his movements.
But he didn't think about it carefully.
Anyway, Chen Yuan is in charge, so he'll handle anything that comes up.
He continued spreading the butter.
Spread it evenly and carefully.
Then he picked up the bread, about to put it in his mouth.
"Da~ Da~"
The sound of people coming downstairs could be heard.
The sound of shoes stepping on the wooden stairs was clear, one step at a time.
Father Iller's body stiffened abruptly.
He slowly turned his head and looked towards the stairs.
Chen Yuanzheng stood at the top of the stairs, looking this way with a pained expression.
"Iler"
His voice was filled with endless disappointment.
"I'm struggling upstairs, and you're eating here?!"
"You've disappointed me so much!"
Father Iller:
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He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.
He looked around.
He and Detective Kindeman were the only people at the table now.
Chris had already taken Regan to her room on the first floor, saying that her daughter should get some rest.
The housekeeper went over to help, preparing bathwater and clean clothes for Regan.
Detective Kindman had finished eating; his plate was empty, and he had finished his coffee. He was leaning back in his chair, watching the scene with great interest.
In other words, Father Iller is the only one eating right now.
And it was only after I had just picked up the bread; I hadn't even had a chance to take a bite yet.
This seems to make things even worse.
"Chen, let me explain..."
Father Iller spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of guilt.
"No explanation needed!"
Chen Yuan put his hands on his hips and interrupted him.
He picked up the cracked bronze mirror and shook it.
"I was actually quite embarrassed after I broke the bronze mirror."
His voice grew louder and louder.
"But now!"
He pointed at Father Iller.
"I'm not embarrassed at all!"
Father Iller:
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