Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 109: The Unremarkable Notebook

"Hello, Ms. Freud, this is the Steel Tooth Scrap Recycling and Processing Company’s midnight customer service hotline."

A sweet female voice came through the phone.

"Regarding the product service you just ordered, after investigation by our front-line staff, it does not fall within the scope of our company’s business. According to Article 14 of our company service code, the Miracle left by Netherworld Angel Anhelica is not permitted to be cleared and will be reclaimed by professionals from the Hall of Supreme Elder. As a friendly reminder, Saifu City is not a lawless place, please be sure to adhere to moral conduct guidelines and relevant laws and policies..."

"Furthermore, based on your past consumption records, we still recommend that you apply for our prestigious membership service card, which not only offers member discounts but also entitles you to free legal consultation services provided by our company..."

"Thank you, I won’t apply... ah wait a minute..."

Li Mumu was about to hang up, but her gaze fell on the notebook in her hand, and a thought struck her, and she asked instead: "About the murder that happened on Blueberry Street tonight... that business, have you guys acquired any further intelligence? Like the identities of those victims or something."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, questioning with some hesitation: "In principle, we do not inquire about these matters. You, as the person involved, should be more aware of the situation than us, right? However, if you require this information, let me check... Hmm, according to the report sent back by our front-line investigators, the victims were likely members of the recently emerging Apocalypse Sect, which has not been officially registered and constitutes an illegal cult, not protected by local laws..."

"If you wish to investigate further intelligence clues, our business manager will visit you tomorrow morning, and if you have the prestigious membership card, you can enjoy..."

"Okay, thank you. We’ll talk about it later, I won’t apply!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Mumu picked up the notebook and flipped it over, examining it, but didn’t find any special switch.

Could it be that it requires a blood recognition ritual?

But it seemed not to absorb blood.

So, based on the experience of that scar-headed fellow, could she simply try writing a couple of lines on it?

[You recalled that there’s a bottle of Dragon Blood Ink in the study on the second floor, which can produce effects on Magic Objects. Wendy once tried to write a Curse on a paper airplane using this ink, wasting almost half a bottle with no notable result.]

Li Mumu took off her shoes and socks, went upstairs to the study, found the bottle of Dragon Blood Ink in the drawer, dipped a little with a feather pen, sat down, opened the notebook, and started to think.

What to write?

Avada Kedavra?

[You remembered a famous saying from the past — At least dress like a human being when you play through the storyline.]

She made up her mind, raised her pen, and wrote on the first page of the notebook —

Who killed the American Indian?

It was me, John Smith said.

With my bullets and blankets.

And with justice and glory.

She modified the beginning of the poem "Who Killed Cock Robin" and transcribed it onto the page.

If there was an evil spirit hiding inside the notebook, and it had racist tendencies, she thought these lines might resonate with it.

As expected, the words written with Dragon Blood Ink were quickly absorbed by the paper, and after a few seconds, a line of elegant cursive Latin script appeared on the page.

"Good evening, esteemed madam."

"By the time you read this line, I shall have long departed from this world. Do not worry, there are no Magic traps or Curses on this notebook. If you can help me fulfill a simple last wish, you may read the contents of the notebook."

Haha...

Li Mumu smiled and continued to write: "Who are you? What is your last wish?"

The text vanished quickly and reformed into new sentences.

"I am Moses."

"Whether you believe or not is irrelevant."

"Just as long as you arrive at the boundary between land and sea at the junction of day and night, under the witness of birds, beasts, and fish, place nine white pebbles in a hidden spot where no one will find them, arranged in the shape of a cross, this notebook will belong to you."

"This is a promise I made to a friend and a blessing filled with hope, nothing more."

"Please help me fulfill this last wish within three days, during which time you shall have the temporary right to use this notebook."

"If the wish remains unfulfilled after three days, the notebook will self-destruct."

You sure have a temper; automatic destruction if the task isn’t completed in three days?

Heh, if you had written this in Hebrew, I might have believed you. Why are you pretending with Latin?

What Latin from the time of Moses?

[But Jesus in this world was born seven hundred years late.]

Ah, right...

Li Mumu covered her face and sighed. She had almost forgotten that the history of this world line was very different from what she remembered.

While she was zoning out, lines of new text began to appear in the notebook.

"Detecting Level II Holy Object—Netherworld Angel’s divine seal, current distance is 0."

"Holy Object introduction: The divine seal of the Netherworld Angel Anhelica can actively ward off most of the known Magic curses, toxins, and psychological damage. The Red String that makes up the divine seal is active and can absorb nutrients from the sinner’s flesh and blood, growing automatically. After shielding its master from harm, it will also be partially consumed. Most of the Divine Arts bestowed by the Netherworld Angel to her Followers use the Red String as a medium for casting."

"The Red String is not dangerous, but it cannot be traded."

"Detecting Level I Divine Envoy—Netherworld Angel’s Follower, current distance is 0."

"Divine Envoy introduction: The Netherworld Angel’s Follower is a judge that substitutes her presence in the human world, primarily tasked with guiding Undead and punishing sin. They have extreme racial bias, often siding with Chinese People during conflicts with other races. In regions where the Netherworld Angel’s faith is widely spread, they can directly borrow the Netherworld Angel’s Divine Power without any cost. However, in other places, their strength is greatly diminished."

"Unless necessary, try not to provoke the Netherworld Angel’s Followers. Even if you do encounter them, don’t attempt to resolve the problem with force but try to communicate. In most cases, they remain rational and are not easily angered unless you have the blood of Chinese People on your hands."

"Do not look directly into their eyes."

"Detecting Level I Holy Object—Freud Family Crest..."

The text was still refreshing line by line, yet Li Mumu was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Netherworld Angel’s Follower? Who? Me?

How did I get followed by someone?

I swear, I haven’t done anything; I’m innocent...

She suddenly remembered something and quickly turned her head to look at the mirror by the entrance.

The girl in the mirror had black hair and black eyes, her complexion pale, looking no better in spirit than Wendy.

But in those black eyes, there seemed to be a hint of red light flickering in and out!