38: Chapter 38 God Sent Me Here

August.

Summer in Los Angeles is like a giant steamer.

Qin Ming sat on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a thick, ancient Latin book.

The television was on.

The screen was full of static, buzzing and crackling.

This was Larry's masterpiece.

That ghost thing that could only exist inside screens had recently become Emma's best "network cable."

"Qin!"

Emma ran down from the second floor.

She was wearing a black Lolita dress and holding that tablet computer in her hands.

Larry's twisted ghostly face flashed across the tablet screen.

"I found it."

Emma shoved the tablet in front of Qin Ming.

On the screen was a blurry news screenshot and a hand-drawn sketch.

The sketch showed a strange face in only black and red.

"That red-faced monster that appeared in our house before."

Emma licked her lips excitedly.

"Larry caught its fluctuations on the dark web."

"Let's go kill it."

Qin Ming put down the book.

He looked at that familiar red face.

The corners of his mouth tilted up slightly, revealing his signature crooked smile.

"Insidious."

Or known as "Insidious."

That red-faced demon who loves listening to underworld music like "Tiptoe Through the Tulips."

"Where?"

Qin Ming closed the book.

Since it delivered itself to his doorstep, there was no reason not to accept it.

"Found it."

Emma swiped the screen.

"Josh Lambert."

"A high school teacher."

"The demon seems to have set its sights on his son, Dalton."

"It's said that the child has been in a coma for three months, and the doctors can't find anything wrong with him."

Qin Ming stood up.

He straightened his collar.

"Soul out of body."

"A typical case of getting lost in The Further."

"Let's go; it's time to see the real spirit world."

Half an hour later.

4350 Victoria Park Avenue.

A typical large American suburban house.

But.

There was a prominent sign at the entrance: "SOLD."

Qin Ming and Emma stood on the empty lawn.

The autumn wind whipped up a few fallen leaves.

It was somewhat desolate.

"..."

Emma kicked the "For Sale" sign.

"They moved."

Qin Ming was not surprised.

This is standard procedure in horror movies.

Thinking they can ditch a ghost by moving to a new house.

Little did they know.

That thing doesn't follow the house; it follows the person.

"It's fine."

Qin Ming took out his phone.

The screen was pitch black.

He tapped the black screen twice gently.

"Larry."

Buzz.

The phone screen lit up, and a large, pale face was pressed almost against the glass, its eyeballs rolling.

Qin Ming said indifferently.

"Where did this family move to?"

Larry's face disappeared.

The screen began to flash wildly with various data streams, surveillance footage, and bank statement records.

In this information age.

As long as you use a credit card or a mobile phone, there is no address a ghost cannot find.

Especially when this ghost can crawl along the network cables.

Three seconds later.

A new address froze on the screen.

"Well done."

Qin Ming put away his phone.

He looked at the distant skyline.

"Let's go."

1153 South Point View Street, Los Angeles.

This was an old house that had seen better days.

Although they had only just moved in, the house was already filled with an unsettling sense of oppression.

Night fell.

The living room was brightly lit.

Josh Lambert was pacing anxiously in the living room.

His wife, Renai, was hugging her arms, her face pale, her eyes filled with terror.

An elderly woman sat on the sofa.

Elise Rainier.

She was the most famous medium in the area.

Beside her were two bespectacled and somewhat unreliable-looking assistants, Specs and Tucker, who were tinkering with various strange instruments.

An EMF detector, a UV camera, and a modified radio.

"The energy in this house is very strong."

Elise closed her eyes, her fingers grasping at the air.

"It is here."

"It is right beside us."

The air seemed to solidify.

Suddenly.

Buzz—!

The old-fashioned, bulky television in the corner of the living room suddenly turned on by itself.

There was no picture.

Only a screen full of chaotic static.

The loud white noise was so piercing it made one's scalp tingle.

"What's going on?"

Josh was startled.

"Tucker! Did you do this?"

"It wasn't me!"

Assistant Tucker scrambled to check the wiring, "The plug isn't even plugged in!"

The unplugged television.

Not only did it turn on.

But the screen began to bulge outward.

As if something was about to crawl out from inside.

"God..."

Renai covered her mouth.

Elise opened her eyes abruptly, her expression grave.

"Watch out!"

"There is a very strong spiritual reaction!"

"Is it a demon?"

Just as everyone thought that red-faced demon was about to crawl out.

A hand reached out.

It was not a demon's sharp claws.

But a fair, clean hand, the size of a ten-year-old child's.

Immediately after.

A little boy stepped out from the static-filled screen.

As naturally as stepping over a threshold.

He was wearing an exquisite shirt, his hair was combed meticulously, and he wore a pair of vintage round-framed sunglasses on his face.

Not even a speck of dust was on the soles of his shoes.

Immediately after.

Emma also jumped out from the screen.

She lifted the hem of her black lace dress, like an elegant little lady.

The two followed one after the other.

Just like they had just finished attending a non-existent tea party.

Completely ignoring the stunned crowd.

"It seems the signal isn't very good."

Emma patted her dress and looked back at the television screen that was gradually fading out.

"Larry will have to upgrade the bandwidth next time."

The living room was deathly silent.

The coffee cup in Josh Lambert's hand fell to the floor with a "crack" and shattered into pieces.

Hot coffee splashed onto his slippers, but he seemed to have lost the ability to feel pain.

Renai was so scared she hid behind her husband.

Even the knowledgeable medium Elise had her mouth agape, her reading glasses nearly sliding off.

She had seen spirit channeling.

Seen ghost possessions.

Seen souls borrowing corpses to return.

But in all her years, she had never seen two living children crawl directly out of an unplugged television!

This was beyond the scope of parapsychology.

Is this a sci-fi movie?

"You..."

Josh swallowed hard.

He grabbed a baseball bat from the side, trembling as he pointed it at these two uninvited guests.

"What are you?"

"Demons? Or aliens?"

Qin Ming took off his sunglasses.

Casually hanging them on the pocket on his chest.

He scanned the people in the room.

His gaze finally stopped on the man who was exuding an aura of terror.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Lambert."

Qin Ming's voice was calm and gentle, carrying a strange, soothing power.

He bowed slightly, performing a standard gentleman's salute.

"We are not demons."

"Quite the contrary."

Qin Ming raised his head.

The golden halo behind his head was no longer hidden at this moment.

Hum—!

A soft, sacred, and blinding golden light instantly illuminated the dim living room.

That light was warm and not blinding.

Carrying an aura that purified all filth.

The temperature in the originally cold and chilly house seemed to rise by several degrees instantly.

Everyone subconsciously squinted.

Qin Ming stood in the center of the light.

Like a little angel who had descended to the mortal world.

Or, a charlatan.

"I have been entrusted by God."

Qin Ming pointed to the ceiling, although there was only plasterboard and a chandelier there.

But the expression on his face was impeccably devout.

"To come and help you solve your trouble."