New York City, Allest Cathedral.
Janet, wearing a tight nun outfit and a silver cross around her neck, stood on the platform, her hands together and her red lips slightly open. "Father, Mother, Son, Holy Infant, please hear our prayers, please send down your holy decree. Guide us lost sheep to the land of rebirth, we praise, we sing! Amen!"
"Amen!"
Below the stage, many richly dressed gentlemen and celebrities made the sign of the cross on their chests, with devout expressions on their faces.
"Today's service is over, please pick up holy water at the church door." The pretty nun with a sweet smile said softly.
The gentlemen and celebrities nodded and walked out of the church in an orderly manner.
This scene would seem quite strange to those who understood how Catholicism works. How could a nun be in charge of the service?
Usually, a priest should be in charge of coordinating and running church activities, while nuns mostly just assist. Unless it is a convent composed entirely of nuns, such a scene would generally not occur.
Moreover, the nun in front of her looked only in her early twenties. She should be the type with neither qualifications nor experience, yet she had become the person in charge of this church in such an open and aboveboard way?
Most strangely, the gentlemen and celebrities who came to the service were not surprised at all, and their eyes were full of respect for the young nun.
"Fuck! Finally over!" As soon as those gentlemen and celebrities disappeared from sight, Sister Janet suddenly tore off the nun's hat from her head, and the gentle, compassionate expression on her face disappeared completely. "Damn service! Damn church!"
Ring ring ring.
Just as she finished speaking, a crisp ringtone suddenly rang out from inside her nun's outfit.
Janet impatiently opened the neckline of her habit, not caring that a large amount of her white skin was exposed to the air, and directly pressed the answer button on her phone. "Hello, who is the idiot?"
"It's me, Janet." A rather old voice sounded from the other end of the phone.
"Fuck! You old thing dare to contact me?" Janet immediately became furious and cursed, "Hurry up and get me out of this damn church, or you'll be careful of your wrinkled ass tonight!"
The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then said, "You are already the Bishop of the New York area, Janet. You should pay attention to your wording."
"I pay attention to a pile of dog shit!" Janet didn't give any respect and said mercilessly, "I don't need this Bishop position, I just want freedom! Do you understand freedom? I want to go to bars, dance clubs, get my hair permed, get tattoos, instead of listening to a bunch of fat-headed, dirty men tell me about their dirty history in this prison built by God!"
"You are a battle nun cultivated by the church at great expense, you must obey the church's arrangements." The voice on the other end of the phone was not annoyed, and his tone was still very calm.
"Bullshit, this is the result of my own efforts!" Janet obviously did not agree with what he said, and said angrily, "You old guys who have shriveled up have no right to point fingers!"
The other end of the phone was silent again for a long time before slowly saying, "No, Janet, I, Raymond, have not shriveled up. If you don't believe me, you can ask your Aunt Bailey, she can vouch for me."
"Dog shit, I have no interest in studying your wild history." Janet snorted coldly, her face full of disdain.
"Ahem, we have detected special spiritual power fluctuations in the Baker Street area." The old voice on the other end of the phone suddenly changed the subject, and his tone became serious again. "The fluctuation level is four."
"Is it an evil spirit?" When it came to this kind of thing, Janet's expression rarely became serious.
"It may even be a fierce spirit." The old voice paused and said, "This is not something ordinary exorcists can clear, at least a Bishop level or higher is needed."
The corner of Janet's mouth twitched, and she asked unhappily, "Old thing, are you trying to trick me? From today on, I have decided that I will never do things according to your arrangements again!"
"You can still keep your Bishop status after the matter is resolved, but you no longer need to be stationed in the church." The old voice threw out a bargaining chip.
"Tell me the specific location of that evil spirit, I'll go chop it up now!" Janet changed her face decisively, righteously.
"The location is in... Huh? The fluctuation disappeared?"
Snap.
Inside the two-story house at 119 Baker Street, the bathroom mirror was completely shattered. A blade flashing with cold light was stuck directly in the center of the mirror.
Kotonoha Katsura in a pink nightgown stood in front of the mirror, staring at the broken mirror. The image reflected in the mirror was not her, but a distorted, hideous human face.
This distorted human face should have been a virtual phenomenon, but under the characteristics of the Zanpakuto, it was turned into a real thing. The blade pierced into its forehead, and this thing, which should have been invisible, gradually turned into smoke and dust and dissipated.
Machete Girl: Awesome, Ruiko-chan! The method you said really works!
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Ehehe, this is normal operation. That's how it is in horror movies, the ghost appears when the heroine turns around. Following this pattern, isn't it right to give it a blow in return?
Doujin Artist: As expected of Ruiko-chan, you're a logical genius.
Wig Guy: Well. This trick looks simple, but too few people can really do it. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in horror movies, like Sadako-chan.
Doujin Artist: What the hell are you using Sadako as a metaphor for, she's originally an evil ghost, right!
Wig Guy: Yeah, an evil ghost with a very tragic life.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Her tragic life was caused by her family, her tragedy comes from humans! It doesn't fit in with the topic we're talking about, right? Where are you pulling this from?
Curly-haired Guy: Hmph! Talking nonsense, that's Wig's style!
Amegakure Village's Angel: Speaking of which, the one killed by Kotonoha-chan was really a soul body?
This is an Actor: Since the Zanpakuto can work, it must be related to the soul. But the way this thing kills people is not quite the same as ordinary ghosts.
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: I'd like to hear the details.
This is an Actor: According to what Kotonoha said earlier, there was a special distortion when looking at the mirror, and the distortion disappeared when facing away from the mirror. This is probably not a hallucination-type magic, but some kind of rule.
Doujin Artist: Rules? Can mere ghosts kill people using rules?
This is an Actor: This kind of rule is not the absolute rule that I have mastered, but a relative rule. For example, seeing the text on the mirror will enter this thing's killing rule, and ordinary people are bound to die. But people like Kotonoha who have the power of a Soul Reaper can easily break through this layer of rules.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: So there's something like this, I've learned something new.
Pretty Boy from Skull Island: Everyone, I think I've arrived in New York.
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