My magic panel is too numerical.

"Miss Moretti, cover your ears, hold your breath, and close your eyes. The vengeful spirit will enter your body through your seven orifices."

Detective Simon immediately reminded him that he was not worried about Pharos because Pharos's "spirit" was special enough that the probability of the vengeful spirit directly fighting to the death was not high.

On the contrary, this Miss Serena looked rather frail... um...

Detective Simon was stunned; at some point, he found himself unable to move.

Unexpectedly, the vengeful spirit attacked him first; he was caught off guard and didn't dodge.

"Damn it, my old problem has flared up again..." he thought to himself, and with all his might, he reminded him, "Hide inside the magic circle..."

With a "splatter" sound, it sounded like liquid hitting the ground.

Did he lose control of his bladder from fright?

After all, Miss Serena was just a girl.

Both Pharos and Simon had the same thought at the same time.

In the darkness, the basement became chaotic, with disordered breathing and angry roars mingling in the air.

The fear the deceased experienced before their death and the despair they felt before their passing engulfed the three of them like a tidal wave.

"Pharos! Get into the magic circle quickly!" Miss Raven, the only one unaffected, exclaimed.

She desperately wanted to pry Rapharos off, but alas, she was just a "spirit".

Oh no...it's all over! The vengeful spirit's attack will cause mental trauma and drive people insane! Pharos, please, please don't let anything happen to you!

Miss Crow felt a pang of anxiety, but unfortunately, she was helpless.

As for Pharos? Perhaps because his "spirit" was powerful enough, he did not feel any pain. On the contrary, he saw some strange scenes.

Black and white images flashed through my mind frame by frame: the wilderness, a car accident, a stormy night... and a huge white figure approaching step by step.

What is this? The memories of a vengeful spirit?

But these memories are extremely vague, like a drunkard who is dizzy, swaying and unable to find his balance.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Pharos's arm and pulled him backward sharply, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

A beautiful figure stood in front of Pharos, her hands supporting her on the ground as she knelt. A scarlet light immediately emanated from the ground, separating the black and white areas.

The red light bathed the surroundings in a crimson glow, and the chaotic slideshow of memories finally came to a halt.

Pharos opened his eyes in a daze and realized that the person who saved him was Miss Serena.

"Chicken blood mixed with mercury can dispel vengeful spirits, and red light will frighten them. Teacher William mentioned this in class," Serena said calmly, still seemingly unfazed. "I almost forgot, you've been sleeping through class the whole time."

"Uh..." Pharos was somewhat shocked, "You can also see 'spirits'?"

So the splashing sound just now was Miss Serena sprinkling chicken blood?

Serena shook her head in denial: "Those who can observe spirits are one in ten thousand 'spirit' geniuses. I only know how to protect myself. Pharos, this is common sense. You should attend more classes."

Ok.

Pharos agreed with Miss Serena's point of view.

Mr. William is right, Miss Serena is indeed a genius.

"Great! Pharos, we're saved!" Miss Raven breathed a sigh of relief.

Guided by the faint crimson glow, Detective Simon finally found the direction of the magic circle. He writhed his stiff body and crawled toward the magic circle like a maggot.

"Hey boss, is your Plan B just crawling around like a maggot?" Pharos thought to himself.

Finally, having crawled close to the magic circle, Detective Simon regained his mobility.

"Oops, I almost got caught in a trap here." Detective Simon picked up his umbrella from the ground and said menacingly to the vengeful spirit, "Ready to pay the price?"

It was a pure black umbrella with a handle carved with exquisite ravens.

Pharos had seen Simon's beloved umbrella several times; it would always appear under Simon's arm during missions.

The detective once said, "An umbrella is a gentleman's accessory; losing it would be a loss of elegance."

The detective gripped the umbrella, his thumb pressing against it, and pressed a button. The umbrella didn't open as expected; instead, the handle sprang out, revealing a sharp, cold glint at the joint of the ribs.

Miss Raven's expression hardened: "Detective Simon is indeed a true magician; he wasn't just bragging."

Simon drew his slender sword, about two fingers wide, engraved with intricate runes.

He cut his finger, smeared the blood on the sword, closed his eyes, and chanted:

"In the most holy name of my Lord… by the power of Heaven, the authority of the four archangels, and the name of the founding king…"

Just then, Miss Raven remembered something and exclaimed urgently, "Detective Simon seems to be planning a violent exorcism! Pharos, quickly activate 'Spirit Devouring'! Otherwise, we won't even get a drop of soup!"

Pharos nodded, and while Miss Serena was engrossed in watching Detective Simon, he reached out and touched Miss Raven.

A panel pops up.

[Use "Soul Eater"?]

Pharos silently chanted, "Use..."

[Activate "Soul Devouring"]

Pharos was looking forward to seeing what changes he would experience, but after waiting for a long time, nothing unusual happened.

"What's going on?" Pharos asked anxiously.

The skill failed?

He suddenly sensed that Miss Crow beside him was acting strangely.

Miss Crow was instantly enveloped in a purple halo, and a faint breeze stirred in the sealed room, blowing several sheets of paper around.

At the same time, Detective Simon finished chanting: "I command you: Annihilation!"

One of the white figures floated towards Miss Crow and disappeared into the purple light.

Another figure, seemingly frightened by Miss Raven's purple body, immediately fled in panic.

But as Detective Simon plunged his sword into the ground, the remaining vengeful spirit instantly twisted and was severely injured. The white "spirit" was tossed about in the wind and rain and was swept into the ventilation duct by the airflow.

A panel pops up:

[Spirit -1, Agility +1]

[Note: Your agility and reaction time are at an average level, but your mental state is in a dangerous condition. Please rest.]

[Spirit: Reason 1; Spirit 0; Soul 10]

[Body: Strength 1; Agility 0; Charisma 0]

That's... the end?

The gas lamp and DVD player dispelled the darkness, and the surroundings quieted down, as if it really had come to an end.

Pharos looked at Miss Raven floating in the air and was astonished to find that the festering wound on Miss Raven's chest had actually healed, and she looked radiant.

"Phew, it's finally over." Detective Simon sheathed his sword in the umbrella handle and stretched.

Miss Serena remained calm, a polite smile playing on her lips.

Only Pharos stared at the ventilation duct, lost in thought.

…………

Two hours had passed by the time the old Godfather woke up.

During this time, the Moretti family prepared a sumptuous late-night snack for Faros and Simon, including pasta, roast lamb, foie gras, black truffle ice cream, fried salmon, fried cod, and other dishes.

When Serena's mother, Isabella, heard that Pharos was Serena's classmate, she said happily, "Paros must be an excellent student to earn Mr. Simon's high regard for him."

Serena retorted without changing her expression: "If sleeping through 7 out of 8 classes a day is considered excellent, then yes, it is."

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Pharos noticed that Ms. Isabella even took the time to wink in his direction, which immediately sent chills down his spine.

Please, could you please stop doing things that ruin your image while having a face that looks almost exactly like Miss Serena's?

Pharos was somewhat helpless.

Then he sensed something was off, turned his head to look at Simon beside him, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Wait, really? Are Detective Simon and Ms. Isabella in that kind of relationship?

He didn't dare to think about it too much.

"Mr. Simon," the old godfather said gratefully, "you are the most professional paranormal experts I have ever seen. The Moretti family owes you a favor. You and your assistant can seek the Moretti family's help at any time."

The rain was still falling, and the old Godfather, defying everyone's objections, had his driver take Pharos and Detective Simon home in a car.

But Pharos remained skeptical: would the vengeful spirit that escaped truly dissipate?

As he was thinking, he arrived home.

12 Winchester Street, East Side of Sunrise Town.

Compared to Moretti's large villa, Faros still felt that his small apartment was much warmer, and his family was waiting for him there.

Take out the key and open the door.

The room was dimly lit, but a sliver of candlelight shone through.

It looks like the family is already asleep.

Pharos felt a chill run down his spine and shivered involuntarily.

He quietly closed the door, and then, in the dim candlelight, he discovered a whole round cream cake and a note.

Happy birthday, bro.