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"How do you prove that you are the real mastermind behind the scenes?"

Father Merlin's disappointment didn't shake Spike's expression, he just stared at the other party with slightly drooping blue eyes, questioning every word.

"You haven't given up yet."

Shaking his head, he was a little helpless about Spike's persistence.

The old priest looked at him and said slowly, "Your wife had just taken a bath, and her body smelled of charcoal soap and lavender, and your daughter had just taken a bath, and it smelled of strawberry cream, she was some kind of child. The scent of shampoo, these scents become more vivid after they become spirits."

"Your wife is very strong and has been protecting her daughter from beginning to end. I had to spend some effort for this, but you should be thankful that the whole process did not cause them much pain..."

Following Father Merlin's description, Spike's calm expression began to change.

His breathing gradually became faster, and the fingers touching the ring became more frequent.

Detective Zhou behind him could clearly feel the trembling of his shoulders.

Obviously, for Spike.

Knowing from the murderer what his wife and daughter looked like before they died was undoubtedly a huge torture.

"Okay, don't say it anymore!"

Looking at Spike, whose mood was gradually becoming unstable, Amanda spoke quickly, aimed the muzzle at the opposite Father Merlin, and said sharply.

He raised his eyebrows and stopped his description, and the old priest looked at Spike.

"Now, do you want to go ahead and confirm, Spike, about your daughter's cries before she died?"

Merlin's remarks undoubtedly added more stimulation to Spike's already excited emotions.

He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his emotions.

He reached out and pushed the arm of Detective Zhou on his shoulders away, and walked step by step towards the old priest's position amid the voices of Amanda and the others.

"Whoo~"

He continued to take deep breaths and stared at the old face in front of him with slightly flushed eyes.

This existence that he trusted the most, has now become the object of his hatred the most.

"I'm right in front of you now, Spike."

"Where is your revenge?"

Staring at the psychic with cloudy eyes, Father Morin asked in an old and hoarse voice.

Facing the questioning of the old priest, Spike watched him quietly, then reached out and took off the ring on his finger.

"This is my revenge."

As the ring on his hand was taken off, a fiery flame emerged from Spike's hand and quickly spread to his body, wrapped in flames, Spike gave a silent answer, the next moment this raging flame The fire rushed towards Father Merlin, who was facing him, as if it had life.

and cover it in an instant.

"No, what is this..."

Wrapped in flames, the old priest let out a shrill scream.

As a spirit, he should not have been hurt so easily, but the flames released by Spike seemed to have terrifying power, no matter how the old priest struggled, these flames were always with him.

Soon under the raging fire, Father Merlin's appearance became charred black. He staggered and walked towards Perevit behind him in the flame wrap, and stretched out his charred arm to call for help.

"Save me, President..."

Hearing the old priest's cry, Perevit stretched out a dead wood-like arm and fell on him. At the same time, a large number of vines instantly wrapped Father Merlin's body in it.

As the vines were entangled, the flames wrapped around the old priest seemed to be suppressed.

boom--

However, in the next second, these suppressed flames seemed to make a huge roar, breaking through the vines wrapped around him again and burning in a more violent way.

Even, these flames were not only wrapped around Father Merlin's body, but also appeared on Perevit's arm along these vines.

Arms like dead wood, like the best fuel, instantly formed a raging flame.

"what!"

"How do you prove that you are the real mastermind behind the scenes?"

Father Merlin's disappointment didn't shake Spike's expression, he just stared at the other party with slightly drooping blue eyes, questioning every word.

"You haven't given up yet."

Shaking his head, he was a little helpless about Spike's persistence.

The old priest looked at him and said slowly, "Your wife had just taken a bath, and her body smelled of charcoal soap and lavender, and your daughter had just taken a bath, and it smelled of strawberry cream, she was some kind of child. The scent of shampoo, these scents become more vivid after they become spirits."

"Your wife is very strong and has been protecting her daughter from beginning to end. I had to spend some effort for this, but you should be thankful that the whole process did not cause them much pain..."

Following Father Merlin's description, Spike's calm expression began to change.

His breathing gradually became faster, and the fingers touching the ring became more frequent.

Detective Zhou behind him could clearly feel the trembling of his shoulders.

Obviously, for Spike.

Knowing from the murderer what his wife and daughter looked like before they died was undoubtedly a huge torture.

"Okay, don't say it anymore!"

Looking at Spike, whose mood was gradually becoming unstable, Amanda spoke quickly, aimed the muzzle at the opposite Father Merlin, and said sharply.

He raised his eyebrows and stopped his description, and the old priest looked at Spike.

"Now, do you want to go ahead and confirm, Spike, about your daughter's cries before she died?"

Merlin's remarks undoubtedly added more stimulation to Spike's already excited emotions.

He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his emotions.

He reached out and pushed the arm of Detective Zhou on his shoulders away, and walked step by step towards the old priest's position amid the voices of Amanda and the others.

"Whoo~"

He continued to take deep breaths~www.readwn.com~ and stared at the old face in front of him with slightly flushed eyes.

This existence that he trusted the most, has now become the object of his hatred the most.

"I'm right in front of you now, Spike."

"Where is your revenge?"

Staring at the psychic with cloudy eyes, Father Morin asked in an old and hoarse voice.

Facing the questioning of the old priest, Spike watched him quietly, then reached out and took off the ring on his finger.

"This is my revenge."

As the ring on his hand was taken off, a fiery flame emerged from Spike's hand and quickly spread to his body, wrapped in flames, Spike gave a silent answer, the next moment this raging flame The fire rushed towards Father Merlin, who was facing him, as if it had life.

and cover it in an instant.