radicalducati Chapter 356 Cyber Confession
Chapter 356 Cyber Confession
Chapter 356 Cyber Confession
Constantine thought it unlikely.
After all, most of his friends were no longer able to speak, and the channels for communication had been physically cut off.
After much thought, he could only conclude that his colleagues were enemies, which was why Du Mu was hostile towards him.
Constantine wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he shamelessly took another half step forward.
He said with a grin, "Buddy, don't get me wrong, I'm not here to steal your business. You may not have heard of me yet, but I, Constantine, am known in the exorcism circle for my loyalty. I have friends all over the world, and I always share good things with them."
Du Mu's lips twitched slightly.
Ah, good thing, more like a good death.
He wore his disdain on his face, not even bothering to be polite: "Sorry, I don't make friends with poor people."
Constantine was immediately displeased and puffed out his chest: "Who's poor? I'm an exorcist, after all. I've been in this business for over a decade, and I have some savings. I might even be richer than you."
That's complete nonsense.
Constantine's finances have been in dire straits for years; going hungry is a daily occurrence, and he's only alive now thanks to the occasional handouts from his friends.
Unfortunately, his friend loss rate is extremely high, and his credibility among acquaintances is already completely ruined. No one answers his calls, and when he knocks on someone's door, the person inside says they're not there, but that their vocal cords have been left at home.
So much so that he's now so poor he can't even afford exorcism tools, and he's almost out of money to protect America.
I finally managed to find a side job today, hoping to earn some extra money, but Du Mu intercepted it halfway through.
But when you're in the world of martial arts, your identity is something you give yourself, so you absolutely can't lose in terms of presence.
Just as Constantine was about to play a few more tunes, an elderly man with a full head of white hair came running up the stairs, panting.
"Catherine, I saw Jack's car downstairs, and there was a very luxurious sports car parked next to it. Who did he bring back?"
When Jack saw that the person who came was his father-in-law, he quickly went up to him and explained, "I asked the priest from the nearby church to come over. He has already helped Lily get rid of the demon inside her. The sports car downstairs belongs to this priest."
(.V.)
Constantine stared at Du Mu in shock: "That ridiculously cool supercar outside, is that yours?"
"Isn't this obvious?"
Du Mu wore a classic Bruce Wayne expression, the kind of indifferent look that says, "I've never seen money before, and I'm not interested in it."
Constantine swallowed hard, his tone suddenly becoming incredibly sincere: "Does your church still hire priests? Look at me, I can recite the Bible fluently."
"Sorry, our church doesn't accept poor people with less than eight figures in assets."
Constantine:
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Despite being disliked, Constantine unilaterally accepted Du Mu as a friend in his heart.
He's powerful and incredibly wealthy; he's practically the perfect friend.
Constantine tried to exchange contact information with Du Mu, but Du Mu refused and asked him to leave the house.
Upon hearing this, Constantine immediately protested, "This isn't your home, why are you kicking me out?"
Jack cautiously chimed in, "Um, Mr. Constantine, just now, the priest bought the whole house. He's the owner now."
Constantine:
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I hate rich people!
In the end, Constantine left reluctantly.
Before leaving, he insisted on stuffing a crumpled business card into Du Mu's hand, indicating that he could ask Du Mu for help if needed.
Jack's family didn't dare stay in the haunted house any longer. After thanking Du Mu profusely, they quickly packed their bags and left.
As for the furniture and appliances in the house, they were all packed up and left to Du Mu.
Du Mu had already said that the feng shui of this house was bad, so how could they dare to move these things into their new home?
What if there's something unclean attached to it, and they go with it? They don't want to go through what happened today again.
It must be said that Jack's family is much smarter than the protagonists in most horror movies.
The main characters in those horror movies, knowing full well that their house is haunted, stubbornly refuse to leave, insisting on staying to outwit and fight the evil spirits. In the end, they either get tormented half to death or the whole family is forced to meet their demise.
Of course, a large part of the reason is poverty.
They had already emptied their savings to buy a house, some even carrying decades of debt. If they gave up the house, the whole family would have to become homeless on the streets, ultimately triggering the death knell in the real world.
That's why they'd rather live with a vengeful ghost than move.
After all, ghosts might not necessarily kill them, but triggering the kill threshold would definitely mean their demise.
Du Mu didn't care about these things.
If some ignorant monster or demon were to appear, in the end, it would only be the other party who would be afraid.
However, he did discover another shortcut to completing tasks.
That's exorcism.
If even a regular NPC like Jack can issue quests, then other NPCs who encounter paranormal events might also be able to trigger quests.
Du Mu immediately decided to strike while the iron was hot and verify it.
The next morning, he drove back to the church and found the real priest whom he had knocked unconscious with the Bible that day.
"Hey, Father, do you remember me?"
"It's you! The one who attacked me yesterday!"
The priest's eyes widened, and he instantly recognized Du Mu as the murderer.
Du Mu chuckled and said, "What attack? Don't put it so harshly. I was rescuing you."
Priest: "?"
You almost gave me a concussion with that blow. My head is still ringing. Is that what you call a rescue?
Du Mu didn't say much, but directly took out the sacred halo and put it on his head.
In an instant, a soft holy light emanated from his body, and the light gathered behind him into a pair of enormous wings. A distant hymn faintly drifted through the air, calming people's hearts involuntarily.
Oh my god!
The priest gaped, staring blankly at Du Mu: "You, you are...."
Du Mu raised his hand to stop him: "There's no need to say it. My identity needs to be kept secret. You just need to know it in your heart."
The priest nodded frantically, made the sign of the cross, and asked devoutly, "Excuse me, sir... what can I do for you?"
Du Mu withdrew his divine aura and said solemnly, "Recently, the human world has become corrupt again. Hell has been making frequent moves, and a large number of demons have poured into the human world. I have come here to fulfill my duty, to sweep away all evil, and to protect the peace of the human world."
The priest immediately became solemn and respectful: "May the Lord bless you, what can I do for you?"
Du Mu gave a kind smile: "It's very simple. I need an identity in the human world. I think the profession of priest is quite suitable for me, but a church can only have one resident priest, so you know."
Father:
"What are you talking about? I don't really understand."
And so, the priest took off his Roman robes, packed his bags, temporarily handed over his position to Du Mu, and then, with a beaming smile, left the church after receiving the $10,000 travel allowance sponsored by Du Mu.
Paid leave was arranged by higher authorities.
Looking across the entire American church system, he is probably the only priest who enjoys such treatment.
Du Mu changed into his prepared Roman attire, put on his cross necklace, and held the Bible in his hand. In an instant, he transformed into a model priest, with an upright posture and a gentle expression. No one could find fault with him.
Not long after, a woman walked into the church and went straight into the confessional.
Du Mu understood that she had come for confession, and as the current priest, he went into the cubicle opposite hers.
The confessional was separated by a screen, and the light was dim, making it impossible to see the face of the person on the other side.
The woman began by saying, "Father, I have sinned."
Du Mu immediately switched into character, his tone calm and gentle: "What's wrong, child?"
The woman hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Father, I want to confess that I have betrayed my husband."
Good grief, it started with a bull charge right from the start.
There are cows!
Du Mu gently comforted him: "My child, the Lord will forgive everyone who truly repents. As long as you promise never to do it again, the Lord will definitely forgive you."
The woman confided, "But I can't face my husband and children because the person I'm having an affair with is my husband's twin brother."
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Du Mu: "
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No, what exactly are you after?
Don't they look exactly alike?
Du Mu was a little confused. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Everyone has the right to reform. As long as you are truly repentant, I believe your family will forgive you, and your husband, I believe he is a strong man and will choose to forgive you."
"Really, Father?"
"certainly."
The woman suddenly covered her face and cried: "But I am pregnant with his brother's child, Father, what should I do now?"
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I am a priest, not a doctor. You should ask this kind of question at the hospital.
Du Mu was speechless and casually said, "Don't worry, at least when the child grows up, his appearance won't arouse your husband's suspicion."
woman:"???"
After the woman left the confessional, Du Mu asked Ao Chuang to contact her husband and tell him the news.
As for what happens next, that's none of his business.
However, this woman was just the beginning.
Before long, all sorts of people entered the church, and most of them were there to confess, with a wide variety of reasons.
Some had affairs, some used fish to take flight, some dressed as women and remained undiscovered as fallen girls, and some even had murdered people. One of them excitedly described his crime to Du Mu, but later realized that Du Mu knew his secret and planned to kill him to silence him.
Du Mu: "
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Didn't you tell me yourself?
Du Mu physically rescued the murderer and packed the recording and the man together, sending them to the Metropolitan Police Department.
He shook his head, surprised that Metropolis had just as many talented people as Gotham.
No wonder Superman doesn't dare to keep his super hearing on all the time; he's probably afraid that if he hears these polluting things, his ears and brain will be ruined.
Finally, Du Mu achieved his goal.
They were a middle-aged couple who said they suspected their toy was cursed, as it would mysteriously appear in various parts of the house every day, even though they had never touched it.
[Quest: Cursed Puppet]
Objective: Destroy the cursed puppet.
[Reward: 1000 Experience Points, 1 Random Item]
Du Mu was overjoyed.
Sure enough, exorcism can trigger a quest.
Unfortunately, the reward was too ordinary, without even an anchor fragment, just like a daily mission from S.H.I.E.L.D.
In the time that followed, Du Mu worked in this church as a priest, taking on one exorcism request after another.
Most of the tasks are not particularly difficult.
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The demons and monsters varied greatly in strength. Those with physical forms were no match for Matt the lawyer in terms of combat power, while those without physical forms were even less of a threat. At most, they could only create illusions to scare ordinary people, posing no real threat to Du Mu.
The few stronger ones were still a level below the demon Du Mu encountered on the first day, and were directly physically exorcised by him using the Golden Desert Eagle.
Perhaps because the enemies are too weak, the mission rewards are generally meager, and can only be completed as daily tasks.
Not long ago, Constantine somehow learned that Du Mu was the priest of this church, and he would come over every few days to chat with Du Mu, saying that he wanted to enhance their friendship.
Du Mu originally wanted to send him away, but Constantine was very sensible and would bring him some NPCs who had encountered supernatural events every time he came, so he let him stay in the church.
Constantine, puffing on his cigarette and exhaling a puff of smoke, frowned and said, "Du Mu, I've noticed that incidents involving demons seem to be occurring more and more frequently lately. What do you think?"
"I'll sit and watch."
Du Mu sat on the large sofa, holding the controller in both hands, his eyes fixed on the ridiculously large television screen in front of him, controlling the character on the screen to do all sorts of inhumane things to the NPCs.
"Also, don't smoke in my area. Didn't you see the sign I posted on the wall?"
Constantine looked over and saw a piece of paper on the wall that read: "Smoking is prohibited for Constantine. Violators will be fined two hundred."
Are you targeting me?
Constantine scoffed, "Who are you underestimating? Two hundred is nothing to me."
Du Mu retorted, "What do you mean two hundred? Do you think I'm some poor wretch? It's two million! Didn't you see the unit after the number?"
Constantine leaned closer for a closer look and found that there really was a unit, but it was smaller than an ant.
Constantine:
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Damn, how can a ghost see this?!
After spending some time with him, Constantine discovered that Du Mu was completely different from ordinary priests.
After all, what respectable priest would dig out a recreation room under the church?
Yes, they are still in the church, but in the basement.
Du Mu found it too boring to stay in the church all day, so he specially dug an entertainment room in the church basement with a diamond pickaxe, which was filled with various games and entertainment facilities.
He usually hides in the entertainment room to pass the time, while the confessional is left to the Ultron robot, since no one can see who is in the cubicle anyway.
To this day, those who come to repent do not know that they have actually been confiding in AI.
They were certainly ahead of their time.
After all, in a few years when AI becomes widespread globally, people will be able to do more than just repent; they'll even be able to have their fortunes told.
However, there are too many repentant gods, and Ultron has never been very good at dealing with human emotions, so he often ends up speechless.
The penitent asks, "Father, do you think I did something wrong?"
Ultron: "I understand how you feel all too well. I'll use the most direct, truthful, straightforward, concise, and to-the-point approach..."
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The person repenting: "?"
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