The exorcism began in America.-Chapter 308: The Disappearance of Daster

The gaping mouth stretched to his ears, filled with the rank smell of blood and the constant wriggling of worm-like things.

A few drops of viscous blood were slowly sliding down, looking as if they were about to fall towards the corner of Daster’s mouth.

A blood-soaked strand of hair gently landed on Daster’s face, bringing with it an icy touch.

Having never experienced anything like this, Daster’s mind only began to clear when a drop of the foul-smelling blood landed at the corner of his mouth.

His heart, which had nearly stopped, suddenly began to pound like an over-revved engine.

THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP...

The violently beating heart felt as if it would burst from his chest, a surge of strength flooding him from nowhere.

"HAH!"

The fist he swung carried a gust of wind, smashing viciously at the horrifying face before him.

The next second, Daster felt as if his fist hadn’t touched anything. It seemed to pass right through the terrible face.

A moment later, Daster stared blankly ahead, lost in thought, his mind replaying the face that disappeared like a bubble.

Damn it! What the hell was that thing?

He vigorously rubbed his cheeks, highly suspecting that everything just now had been a hallucination.

But the touch had been so real; even the foul smell seemed to linger at the tip of his nose.

Taking a deep breath, Daster got up and walked to the bathroom. In front of the sink, he stared at his pale face, slightly stunned.

The fear in his eyes was so real. It looked nothing like some bullshit hallucination.

Fuck! Could there really be something Bizarre? Daster washed his face with cold water, trying to clear his head.

As he was drying the water from his face, he suddenly seemed to think of something.

He turned his head, casting a suspicious gaze upon the bed where he had just been sleeping.

Could it have been that old man playing tricks?

With suspicion in his heart, Daster instantly forgot his recent fear.

A hint of anger on his face, he switched on all the lights in the room.

Then he stood before the bed and flipped the mattress aside with one swift move.

Nothing? 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Looking at the smooth wooden boards under the mattress, Daster was slightly taken aback.

According to my thinking, the mechanism to fake the Bizarre phenomenon was most likely here! How could there be nothing?

With a hint of confusion, he bent down again to look under the bed.

But underneath, there was only the floor, covered with a thin layer of dust.

Fuck, this is impossible! Those Bizarre things must be fake!

The terrifying face flashed through Daster’s mind, and a tinge of panic touched his angry expression.

As if to prove his thoughts, he began to frantically search the room.

In just a short while, this rather simple room quickly became a mess.

Unfortunately, even after checking every possible place, he still found none of the mechanisms or props he had anticipated.

Impossible, it shouldn’t be like this! There must be something I haven’t discovered!

Daster huddled in the corner, his slightly crazed gaze scanning every nook of the room as he muttered incessantly to himself.

Without realizing it, his eyes had become faintly bloodshot.

...

"Good morning! How did everyone sleep last night?"

The old man, already at the inn’s front desk early in the morning, greeted the three, who were packed and ready, with a smile.

"Thank you, we slept well!" Pietro replied politely, then looked quizzically at his companions, Camille and Monte. "Have you guys seen Daster?"

Monte didn’t speak, just shook his head slightly.

"I haven’t seen that guy either! Could he still be in bed?" Camille, frowning, immediately stormed back towards the guest rooms and began pounding forcefully on Daster’s door.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

The group had already agreed on when to wake up and depart. Any further delay would mean pushing back their arrival time at their destination, and Pietro’s friends were waiting for them there!

"Daster, are you in the room? Hurry up and get out of bed!" Camille’s angry voice echoed in the corridor, but no sound came from the room, as if it were completely unoccupied.

"Daster? Daster..." Camille’s voice grew louder, but with still no response from the room, doubt began to creep in.

Could he not be in the room?

She took out her phone and dialed his number. Listening to the ringing from the receiver, Camille’s frown deepened.

Just then, Pietro’s voice came from behind her. "What’s wrong? Is that guy not in his room?"

"He must not be. He’s not answering his phone!"

"Not answering his phone?" Pietro also frowned. He looked at his watch then briskly stepped forward, pressing his ear against the door. A few seconds later, he turned back, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"I hear something! His phone is still in the room!"

Hearing this, Camille immediately turned and ran swiftly towards the inn’s front desk. A disturbing thought had already begun to form: Something might have happened to Daster.

"I’ll go get the spare key from the innkeeper!"

In less than a minute, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, Camille, Monte, and the old man holding the spare key rushed over.

"How could anything have happened? I didn’t hear any strange noises at all last night!" the old man muttered, puzzled, as he inserted the spare key into the lock.

CLICK.

With the soft click, the old man slowly opened the tightly shut door, revealing an extremely disheveled room to everyone.

The coat rack by the door lay on the ground in disarray.

The once-tidy bed was a mess; the mattress and bedding lay crookedly on the warped wooden frame.

The nightstand and a few picture frames were now shattered pieces on the floor.

Even the bathroom hadn’t been spared.

The mirror above the sink had shattered, the fragments on the floor stained with some unknown red liquid.

The entire room looked as if it had been hit by a violent storm.

"Oh, my God!" Seeing the room he had meticulously cleaned now in such a state, the old man cried out in disbelief.

"Where’s Daster?" Camille’s voice brought everyone’s attention back.

Only then did they realize Daster was nowhere to be found in the small room.

"This is his phone!" Pietro picked up the phone from the floor near the door and handed it to Camille, who was behind him.

After entering the room and checking thoroughly, they finally confirmed that the person they were looking for was not there.

"What should we do?" Camille, now quite panicked, looked pleadingly at her boyfriend.