"How do you prove that you are the real mastermind?"

Father Molin's disappointment did not shake Spike's expression. He just stared at the other party with his slightly drooping blue eyes and questioned word by word.

"You haven't given up yet."

Shaking his head, he felt helpless about Spike's persistence.

The old priest looked at him and said slowly: "Your wife had just taken a shower, and her body smelled of charcoal oil soap and lavender. Your daughter had just taken a shower, and it smelled of strawberry butter, which was the fragrance of some kind of children's shampoo. After these smells became spiritual, they became even more vivid."

"Your wife is very strong and has been protecting her daughter from beginning to end. I have to spend some effort on this, but you should be glad that the whole process did not cause much pain for them..."

Accompanied by Father Molin's description, Spike's expression that had been calm for a long time began to change.

His breathing gradually became rapid, and his fingers touching the ring became frequent.

Agent Zhou behind him could clearly feel the trembling of his shoulders.

Obviously, for Spike.

It is undoubtedly a huge torture to learn from the murderer how his wife and daughter looked before her death.

"Okay, don't talk anymore!"

Looking at Spike, whose emotions gradually became unstable, Amanda quickly spoke, pointed the gun at Father Molin opposite, and said sternly.

He stopped his description with his eyebrows raised, and the old priest looked at Spike.

"Now, do you want to continue confirming, Spike, about your daughter's crying before her death?"

Molin's few words undoubtedly caused greater stimulation to Spike's already excited emotions.

He gritted his teeth and tried to suppress his emotions.

He reached out and pushed the arm of Agent Zhou on his shoulder away, and walked step by step towards the old priest's position as Amanda and others shouted.

"Huh~"

He kept taking deep breaths and looked at the old face on his face with his slightly red eyes.

This existence he originally trusted the most has now become the object of his hatred the most.

"Now, I'm right in front of you, Spike."

"Where is your revenge?"

Father Molin asked in an old and hoarse voice as he looked at the psychic with his muddy eyes.

Faced with the old priest's questioning, Spike stared at him quietly, then reached out and took off the ring from his finger.

"This is my revenge."

As the ring on his hand was taken off, a hot flame emerged from Spike's hand and spread rapidly onto his body, wrapped in the flames. Spike gave a silent answer. The next moment, the raging fire rushed towards Father Molin as if he had life.

And instantly cover it.

"No, what is this..."

Wrapped in flames, the old priest let out a shrill scream.

As a spirit, he should not have been hurt so easily, but the flames released by Spike seemed to have terrible power. No matter how the old priest struggled, these flames were always with him.

Soon under the raging fire, Father Molin's appearance became charred. He staggered and walked towards Perlevit behind him in the flames, stretching out his charred arm and calling for help.

"Save me, president..."

Hearing the old priest's shout, Perlevit stretched out his dead wood-like arm and landed on him, and at the same time, a large number of vines instantly wrapped Father Molin's body.

As the vines tangled, the flames wrapped around the old priest seemed to be suppressed.

boom--

However, the next second, the suppressed flames seemed to roar, breaking through the vines wrapped around him again, and burning in a more violent way.

Even these flames not only wrapped around Father Molin, but also appeared on Perlevit's arm along these vines.

The arms, like dead wood, formed a blazing flame in an instant.

"ah!"

"How do you prove that you are the real mastermind?"

Father Molin's disappointment did not shake Spike's expression. He just stared at the other party with his slightly drooping blue eyes and questioned word by word.

"You haven't given up yet."

Shaking his head, he felt helpless about Spike's persistence.

The old priest looked at him and said slowly: "Your wife had just taken a shower, and her body smelled of charcoal oil soap and lavender. Your daughter had just taken a shower, and it smelled of strawberry butter, which was the fragrance of some kind of children's shampoo. After these smells became spiritual, they became even more vivid."

"Your wife is very strong and has been protecting her daughter from beginning to end. I have to spend some effort on this, but you should be glad that the whole process did not cause much pain for them..."

Accompanied by Father Molin's description, Spike's expression that had been calm for a long time began to change.

His breathing gradually became rapid, and his fingers touching the ring became frequent.

Agent Zhou behind him could clearly feel the trembling of his shoulders.

Obviously, for Spike.

It is undoubtedly a huge torture to learn from the murderer how his wife and daughter looked before her death.

"Okay, don't talk anymore!"

Looking at Spike, whose emotions gradually became unstable, Amanda quickly spoke, pointed the gun at Father Molin opposite, and said sternly.

He stopped his description with his eyebrows raised, and the old priest looked at Spike.

"Now, do you want to continue confirming, Spike, about your daughter's crying before her death?"

Molin's few words undoubtedly caused greater stimulation to Spike's already excited emotions.

He gritted his teeth and tried to suppress his emotions.

He reached out and pushed the arm of Agent Zhou on his shoulder away, and walked step by step towards the old priest's position as Amanda and others shouted.

"Huh~"

He kept taking deep breaths and looked at the old face on his face with his slightly red eyes.

This existence he originally trusted the most has now become the object of his hatred the most.

"Now, I'm right in front of you, Spike."

"Where is your revenge?"

Father Molin asked in an old and hoarse voice as he looked at the psychic with his muddy eyes.

Faced with the old priest's questioning, Spike stared at him quietly, then reached out and took off the ring from his finger.

"This is my revenge."

As the ring on his hand was taken off, a hot flame emerged from Spike's hand and spread rapidly onto his body, wrapped in the flames. Spike gave a silent answer. The next moment, the raging fire rushed towards Father Molin as if he had life.

And instantly cover it.
Chapter completed!