Crossing at the same time, all nightmares start

Chapter 1 Madam, There Are No Ghosts in This World

Reception room, Santa Monica Church, California.

"Mia, there are no ghosts in this world."

The young priest Matthew Crystal folded his hands on the table, looked at the somewhat uneasy young couple in front of him, and spoke seriously, word by word.

"Have you been under a lot of pressure recently?"

Matthew said as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card.

【Psychiatrist: Loomis】

【Contact information: xxxxxx】

There was also a handwritten note on the blank space of the business card: "Commission for referring customers."

Before the couple noticed, Matthew quietly put the business card back and replaced it with one without any remarks.

"That's completely understandable. After all, women who have just become mothers will have some difficulties. Have you ever seen a psychologist?"

Hearing this question, the beautiful woman named "Mia" looked a little strange.

"But Father, it was Dr. Loomis who recommended me to you."

Matthew's expression froze, then he immediately adjusted himself.

He calmly put away the business card and took out a rectangular wooden box from under the table.

After opening the lid, a row of crosses made of different materials appeared before the couple.

The faint gleam of the cross's (polished) surface seems to hint at some possibility.

Matthew slowly spread out his hands.

The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window shone on his back, giving him a layer of holy orange-red light.

"Since it was recommended by Dr. Loomis, there's no problem. I think I might be able to help you. I mean, I mean, help you.

These crosses have been dipped in holy water and blessed by the Lord, and any one of them will help you sleep peacefully at night."

Mia's eyes lit up as she watched this holy scene.

Matthew was not wrong about one thing: she had been under too much pressure recently.

A sewing machine that turns on automatically, and rag dolls that appear inexplicably around the room.

Last night she even saw a little girl covered in blood at home, and then she disappeared in the blink of an eye!

These strange things only happened when Mia was alone at home.

When her husband John found out, he thought it was a mental problem caused by postpartum depression.

All this brought Mia to the brink of collapse.

She needs help so much.

Even a little hope.

And the state that Matthew showed at the end rekindled the fire of hope in her heart.

A pastor who serves the Lord should be able to help her.

"Were you testing me just now? Does the Church have any rules regarding exorcism?"

"Yes, my child, there's always strictness when it comes to these things." Matthew remained calm. "Consulting Dr. Loomis was the best decision you ever made. Choose one and follow your heart."

"Follow my heart?" Mia murmured to herself, staring cautiously at the wooden box on the table, as if making a difficult decision.

After looking at it for a long time, she finally took out a sterling silver cross in the middle.

"Father, I feel like it has a special connection with me."

"You have excellent vision. This cross was immersed in holy water for 49 consecutive days and was blessed for at least an hour every day."

"Oh my god, that's so precious."

"Well, it's expensive, $500."

"Ok?"

Mia looked at Matthew in disbelief, but the latter's expression remained calm.

"Excuse me, what does your husband John do for a living?"

Mia's face was full of pride when she mentioned her husband: "John is about to graduate from medical school and will become an intern."

"Ma'am, how much do you think a doctor's forty-nine days are worth?"

Mia fell silent for a moment, as if she was calculating something.

After a while.

"You're right. By that calculation, this cross isn't expensive. No, it's too cheap."

"Of course, God loves the world."

"Well, wait a minute." Mia's husband John suddenly interrupted, "$500 is not a small amount. You know, I'm not questioning the priest, but do you want to think about it carefully?"

"My dear, I still have enough money left in my savings to pay for the cross."

"That was not what I meant."

Mia stopped arguing with her husband. She moved her eyes and pointed at the sterling silver cross on the edge of the wooden box, which was half the size of a palm.

"Father Christos, it..."

"After soaking in holy water for 5000 days, bathing in the choir's hymns for at least three hours every day, and with a firm belief in the Lord, you can be free from almost all demonic attacks. So, you have to pay an extra $."

Seeing his wife staring at the $5000 with a thoughtful expression, John's eyes became horrified.

"Oh, dear, I think your first choice was a good one. Didn't Father Crystal say that you should follow your heart?"

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Mia's lips.

In the end, John didn't let Mia pay. He took out $500 with a heartbroken look on his face and left the church with his wife, carrying the cross. He didn't believe in the devil or curses, but if it could help his wife get rid of postpartum anxiety, $500 was not unacceptable.

After the two men left, Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, no longer maintaining his glorious image, and slumped down in the chair.

He put his feet on the table and began to count the US dollars in his hand.

"One hundred, two hundred, five hundred, that's still a shortfall from investing in a certain King of Understanding's top assistant. The difference is too great to count."

Matthew threw the money into the drawer and sighed softly.

"Other people who travel through time and space all live in the fantasy world of immortal heroes, with their own cheat codes, and can show off their prowess in front of all kinds of people. Why is it different for me?"

Yes, Matthew is a time traveler.

Not long ago, he was brought into this world by a dump truck that was trying to boost sales at the end of the year.

Coincidentally, his predecessor was also called Matthew, Matthew Crystal.

He is an orphan picked up by Robert Crystal, an old priest of Santa Monica Church.

A few days before he traveled through time, the old priest suddenly died at home.

After graduating from college, he became the new priest of Santa Monica Church under the arrangement of Uncle Balducci, the bishop of California and an old priest friend.

Even though he did not major in theology in college, the letter of appointment was quickly delivered to Santa Monica.

Of course, Uncle Bowducci’s “little bit” of backstage connections was indispensable.

After traveling through time, Matthew tried to explore whether this world had any supernatural powers, but the result was obviously not ideal.

There is also such a conversation with Bishop Balducci in the memory of my predecessor.

"Uncle Balducci, do evil spirits exist in this world?"

"Don't be silly, kid." Balducci looked at him gently, "How can there be evil spirits in this world?"

As if realizing that he had accidentally told the truth, Balducci quickly changed his words: "As long as you have sincere faith in the Lord, you will be safe."

After saying this, Bishop Balducci got into the new Lamborghini supercar without looking back and drove away.

There was also a blonde with big wavy hair sitting on the passenger seat.

After gaining this memory, Matthew strengthened his determination to become a priest and strived to drive a Lambo supercar and have big wavy blond hair as soon as possible.

As for worship and mass, he was already being very considerate by not promoting a certain second son of God named Hong; he couldn't do anything about it.

It's just giving free food to the homeless on a regular basis every week.

Because this is a church grant, we can deduct some money from it.

It is reasonable to deduct 8,000 yuan first when you receive 10,000 yuan.

The collaboration with psychiatrist Loomis was a good thing he did while making money.

After all, in this world where ghosts don't seem to exist, patients who feel they've encountered evil spirits generally have some mental problems.

A cross bought from a church combined with Dr. Loomis's psychological suggestion is often much more effective than simple mental treatment.

Where did his cross come from?
Handicrafts from the next town.

Come back and soak some holy water and give a simple blessing. Buy for 50 dollars and sell for 500.

"Jingle Bell!"

Just as he was resting, a shrill ring rang in the room.

Matthew quickly got up from his chair and walked out.

He muttered as he walked out.

"After get off work, compared to the cool young ladies in the bar, staying on duty for even a second longer is disrespectful to myself."

However, things did not develop as Matthew expected.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he stood at Mia's door again.

An hour ago, he was still chatting happily with a young lady in the bar, and both of them planned to go to her house to talk about life.

Then, Mia's husband John called and said that he had something important to ask for his help.

Out of a businessman's conscience, rather than John's $5000 overtime pay, Matthew resolutely left the bar.

Compared to the $5000, the young lady I met today seemed a little ugly.

I rang the doorbell and it was John who opened the door.

"Father Christo," John said apologetically as Matthew entered the room. "I'm sorry for not trusting you this afternoon. If it weren't for your cross, Leah would have been in danger."

John respectfully invited Matthew to sit on the sofa in the living room and poured him some water while speaking.

"Just now, a rag doll we bought before moving turned into a little girl covered in blood and wanted to hurt my child."

John's expression still showed some lingering fear.

"If your cross hadn't scared it away, I can't imagine what terrible things would have happened."

Matthew:? ? ?
"John, are you saying that your rag doll turned into a little girl and is going to kill people? Are you mentally ill?"

Having said this, Matthew suddenly shut up.

A familiar feeling inexplicably welled up in my heart.

Has he seen this scene somewhere?
Just then, Mia came out from next door, holding the cross she bought in the afternoon in one hand and carefully holding an ugly rag doll in the other.

The rag doll's face was a lifeless iron blue, and its huge eyes were completely disproportionate to its head.

The deep eyes are like a dark abyss, which is daunting.

The moment he saw the doll, Matthew finally understood where that damn familiar feeling came from.

If I remember correctly, it should be called Annabell!

The famous evil spirit from the horror movie series "The Conjuring"!
Aren't there no ghosts in this world?
That old fellow Balducci misled me!
(End of this chapter)