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Chapter 465 Disappointment
"I expected something from you, Spike."

Cloudy eyes fell on Spike, and the old priest's tone was full of disappointment.

"For the Weird Club, you are the ideal key to open the passage to the spirit world. You have a superhuman talent, and as long as you use it, you can be used by the club. I have spent a lot of energy in making you a suitable key, but You failed my hard work."

Merlin's words revealed a lot of unknown content, and even vaguely revealed that he was the murderer who killed his wife and daughter that Spike had been looking for all this time.

And its purpose is just to turn Spike into the key used by the Weird Club to open the passage to the spirit world.

"To be honest, the initial failure was really uncomfortable. Even for the Weird Club, finding the right key is not an easy task. For a long time afterwards, I couldn't give up my obsession with you, Spike , Just like an artist can't give up the work he created, you are a perfect work for me, those pains created you and sublimated your soul, and once you put all these into the spiritual world, it is enough Make a huge difference for the whole world."

Following Father Merlin's description, the expression on his face became weird and distorted, and an inexplicable sense of madness began to emanate from him.

After finally suppressing the distortion on his face, the old priest grinned. This originally kind smile appeared on his face now, but it gave off a permeating madness.

He was already crazy, maybe he had gone completely crazy as early as when he chose to abandon his beliefs.

Looking at the distorted and crazy old priest in front of him, the expression on Spike's face calmed down instead. He just stared at him quietly and touched the ring on his hand.

"In that case, why did you choose to give up in the end?"

"I'm too old, Spike, too old..."

"Once a person gets old, various problems will appear. My body is no longer strong enough to continue the club's next plan, and the appearance of Freddy made me realize again that the fragility of human beings is also more important. Made me firm in what I've been thinking about for a long time...abandon my body and become a spirit."

"Death is a very special experience. When you break free from a heavy and decaying body, it is like taking off a heavy shell, and the whole world becomes weird in your eyes. At the same time, it is precisely because The physical detachment made me start to let go of my past obsession with your key, and turn to pursue those less perfect keys."

There is no doubt that 'Hansen' is the not-so-perfect key in Merlin's mouth.

Even the one in the hands of Father Regba was the same in the Haiti incident.

"So, at this moment, should I feel lucky?"

Silently watching Father Merlin in front of him, Spike asked in a voice without any ups and downs.

"I'm glad you gave up my 'key'."

"I can understand your heart at this moment. In the past days, I have heard you confide your hatred for me countless times, but have you ever thought about Spike? It is precisely because of these hatreds that we are connected together. From a certain point of view, it is because of me that I created the you you are today, allowing you to wake up from the false reality and see the reality of this world."

"And now, I set you free from the curse you've been in."

"I'm not caught in any curse."

Hearing Father Merlin's description, Spike denied it expressionlessly.

"For revenge that can never be completed, you search endlessly for the so-called 'murderer' day after day, but you don't find him right in front of you."

"At the beginning of this kind of game, I still felt a little fun, but gradually I became lacking, and you are like an angry beast, never knowing to stop, just keep looking for what I want The clues left behind, the excitement and disappointment time and time again."

Facing the ironic words, even Amanda and the others couldn't help frowning.

However, the expression on Spike's face remained calm, as if the person the other party said was not himself.

"I don't think revenge can't be done, in fact, on the contrary, I think revenge will be successful."

"Similarly, I don't feel that all my efforts are in vain. If there were no previous efforts to investigate, how could you appear in front of my eyes?"

"revenge?"

Spike's words made the smile on Merlin's face even weirder.

"Look at you, Spike, you don't even know what you're facing."

"The world is about to undergo tremendous changes. Everything will be completely different from the past, but you are still obsessed with small personal hatreds and cannot extricate yourself."

"Spike, I'm disappointed by the way you look."

Shaking his head, Father Merlin turned his head and glanced at Perlevit behind him and the 'Hansen' Road on his chest.

"Your disappointment can't stop my obsession with revenge. I don't care what the purpose of you or the so-called weird club behind you is, the rise of darkness or the destruction of the world. All I have to do is find the murderer who killed my wife and daughter, and kill him , since you have come before me, then I will finish all of this."

"It seems that the shadow I cast on you has made you completely lose your ability to think."

Turning his head to look at Spike in front of him, the expression on Merlin's face gradually became cold, and a dangerous light began to flicker in his eyes.

"If you are really obsessed with revenge as you said, then I am here now, in front of you..."

Opening his arms and making a calm gesture towards Spike in front of him, Molin said provocatively.

"Let me see what you can do to complete your so-called revenge."

"..."

Looking at Father Merlin who looked confident and fearless in front of him, Spike stood silently on the spot.

Detective Zhou put his arm on his shoulder, trying to stop his next impulse, but found that Spike didn't move at all.

"You've let me down the whole time, Spike."

Looking at Spike who was motionless in front of him, the disappointment on Molin's old face became a little more intense.

He shook his head and turned to look at Perlevit behind him. The latter put his dead wood-like fingers on the head of 'Hansen', and the blue light spots gathered like fireflies, reflecting the whole office. Faint dim light.

(End of this chapter)