aircannonsinc Chapter 183 Difficult Situation
Chapter 183 Difficult Situation
Chapter 183 Difficult Situation
She paused, then turned to the other side of the guest seating area.
"Now we're going to talk to another guest, Dr. Steve Kaplan!"
The scene shifts, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses appears on the screen.
He was wearing a plaid suit and a bow tie, and his expression carried a subtle hint of mockery.
He said the story the Adrianne couple told was a bunch of lies.
The female host held the microphone up to Dr. Stephen.
Why?
Dr. Stephen cleared his throat, sat up straight, and assumed a posture ready to launch into a long speech.
"They have never produced any solid evidence!"
His voice was strong and clear, like a closing statement in court.
"This is an age of science; the age of theology is over!"
He stared at the camera and spoke, word by word.
"These are all lies they made up!"
The camera cuts to Ed.
He sat on the sofa, his face not looking good, his brows furrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line.
"You're completely wrong!"
His voice was a bit loud, and Rowling gently tugged at his sleeve.
Ed ignored her and stared at Dr. Stephen.
"Once you've been there with us, you'll understand the feeling! You'll believe that demons and ghosts exist in this world..."
In the past, he might not have been so confident.
After all, most of those previous cases were fake.
Rats, pipes, and the normal noises of an old house—you can just gloss over them.
But just a few days ago, he and Rowling experienced the Caroline family incident.
That's true.
That was a real evil spirit.
That was something that almost killed them.
Therefore, Ed spoke with great confidence at that moment.
Dr. Stephen chuckled.
That smile carried a condescending disdain.
"I don't need to go to the moon to know the truth."
He turned his head to look at the female host, as if seeking approval.
"The answer is—Ed has never been to a house that isn't haunted."
He paused.
"Is it really just a coincidence? Are all the houses he goes to haunted?"
He spread his hands and made an exaggerated gesture.
"Are there really that many demons in Hell?"
"Wouldn't our human world have been in complete chaos long ago?"
He stared intently at Ed, his gaze sharp and unwavering.
"And if demons are real, why doesn't God care about humanity?"
Ed opened his mouth.
He wanted to say something, but found himself unable to say anything.
Why doesn't God care about humankind?
How did he know?!
You should ask God about that!
He took a deep breath and stared at Dr. Stephen.
"Doctor, what exactly do you do?"
"Come on, Ed, have some manners!"
Dr. Stephen smiled, a smile full of victor's smugness.
Ed's chest heaved violently.
He and his wife Rowling may not be very good at it, but that doesn't mean they haven't seen demons and ghosts!
"You're the kind of person who sits here spouting nonsense and slandering me and my wife."
He said it word by word.
"I can't fake any manners!"
Backstage at the program.
The lights dimmed, leaving only a few incandescent bulbs emitting a stark white light.
Ed took off his coat and threw it roughly onto the chair.
"These guys!"
His voice echoed in the empty backstage area.
"They're famous for exposing us! If we took them to Caroline's house, wouldn't they be scared to death?"
Rowling stood to the side, holding her phone, her expression somewhat subtle.
"Okay, no problem."
She said something into her phone and then hung up.
He looked at Ed.
.
"Good news or bad news, which do you want to hear?"
Ed was taken aback.
"Bad."
"More and more people think we are scammers."
Rowling's voice was calm, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
A fraudulent couple with a huge online following will face dire straits when that traffic dwindles.
There were no program invitations, no speaking opportunities, and no book publications.
There was nothing there.
Ed's expression was not good.
He already knew it.
From the moment that damned doctor uttered those words, he knew that after tonight's program aired, even more people would join the ranks of "exposing the fraudsters."
"Okay?"
His voice was a little hoarse.
Rowling looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"A program in Great Britain has invited us."
Ed's eyes lit up.
"They said there's a haunted house in a small town called Enfield outside London, and they want to invite us to do a show there."
Ed was stunned for three seconds.
Then he rushed over, hugged Rowling tightly, and kissed her hard.
"Turn overseas!" His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement. "That's a great idea!"
He kissed her again.
"You're amazing!"
Rowling felt a little embarrassed by his kiss and pushed his face away.
"Alright, alright, hurry up and pack your things."
The Kingdom of Great Britain.
London.
A room in a small hotel.
Outside the window was a hazy, gray sky, typical London weather.
The rain slanted against the glass, leaving winding streaks of water.
The room was small, with two beds, a wardrobe, and an old-fashioned television.
The wallpaper was yellowed, the edges were curled up, and it had a damp, musty smell.
Ed and Rowling sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the television.
A program is playing on television.
The host stood in front of an old house, holding a microphone, his expression serious and mysterious.
Behind him, the red-brick house looked particularly eerie in the overcast light, the curtains on the second-floor windows were drawn tightly, as if hiding some unspeakable secret.
"In this seemingly ordinary house."
The host's voice was deep and magnetic.
"There is a family living in a nightmare."
The camera slowly zoomed in, giving the house a close-up.
Rainwater flowed down the wall bricks, leaving black water stains under the windowsill.
The chimney on the roof stood crookedly, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Screen switch.
A middle-aged man appeared on the screen.
He stood at his front door, wearing a plaid shirt, his expression complex, a lingering fear in his eyes.
He would glance back at the house every now and then, as if afraid something might suddenly rush out from inside.
That night.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"I was getting ready to go to sleep when I suddenly heard a noise outside. I pulled back the curtains and looked out."
He paused, his eyes gazing into the distance, as if recalling that terrifying moment.
"Through the window, you can clearly see Peggy's little daughter Jenny flying around the room, as if she's floating."
His voice was trembling as he said this.
"She just floated there, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes crashing into the wall, sometimes bouncing back, her face pressed against the windowpane, distorted beyond recognition."
The scene changes again.