American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

As he was leaving, he happened to run into an approaching police car.

York's face was expressionless, but out of the corner of his eye he quickly counted the number of police officers inside.

"The buses are all full. It seems like this is a police station that takes policing seriously."

Yorks thought to himself as he watched two police cars pass by each other, and he suddenly stepped on the accelerator.

The roaring engine also attracted the attention of the police car that just passed by.

"Sheriff?"

The first driver was a dark-skinned female deputy.

"He seemed to be speeding."

The police chief, whose beard was already somewhat gray, looked extremely serious.

"Don't worry about him, our most important task is to save people."

As he spoke, he said seriously: "Do you know who is in this expedition team? It is said that she seems to have led a team here. I am afraid that the accident will be with this expedition team."

The female deputy police chief was stunned: "What?"

She didn't understand what the police chief meant at all.

"I said there is Luke Senator's niece in the expedition team!"

The female deputy police chief opened her eyes wide...

Yorks did not hear this conversation, and even if he heard it, he would only lament the reality. He just drove straight to Pluto Church, and then drove the car to the parking place of the church.

At this time, the sun has set, emitting a dazzling and golden sunset.

In addition, it is autumn and winter, and the red maples on the roadside are full of yellow leaves.

The Pluto Church, which appears to be located in the center of the street, is beautiful and seems to stand in the long river of time, exuding a quaint feeling.

This is his church.

Yorks held a Bible and walked over with his eyes slightly narrowed.

The closer you get to the church door, the believers who are leaving the church and preparing to go home will always say hello.

"Father Yorks."

Yorks nodded and walked into the church.

The real-time three-dimensional image in your mind is constantly undergoing various changes.

It can be said that everything in Pluto's church was under his nose.

He met Robert who had just finished feeding the pigeons their dinner.

Since the brothers Leach and Lily were suspected of running away, he took it seriously. Otherwise, if all the pigeons had escaped, who would he ask to send the report?

"Father York, you are back."

"Um."

Looking at Robert who was holding another plate, Yorks nodded: "Robert, have any new pigeons returned?"

Robert shook his head: "It's still the same ones."

The corner of York's mouth twitched: "Ask Sister Irene tomorrow to get some money to buy some better food to feed the pigeons. Remember to feed them in the morning, noon and evening."

Robert nodded seriously and said, "Okay, Father."

Yorks waved his hand and walked slowly to the main building. One day he would go to the headquarters to visit the old man. He must catch all these dead pigeons who were forgetful.

Thinking of this, Yorks had already stepped into the main building, and what greeted him was the church that was familiar to his bones.

Candlelight looks very peaceful, suitable for meditation, prayer, etc.

In the corner, Irene was playing the role of a listener, listening to the believers whispering.

This is a very common scene.

And if the church wants to know what's going on outside, it can know everything from the mouths of these believers.

Because some believers do not simply talk. On the contrary, they are more just chatting and talking about everything.

Irene seemed to sense someone coming in. When she found out it was him, she lowered her head silently and signaled.

Yorks smiled and didn't bother him. He just walked forward on his own.

And at the front, John Wick, dressed in a divine robe and uniform, was already sitting there, closing his eyes and praying seriously.

Today happens to be the last day of John Wick's appointment.

This scrupulous guy is indeed very punctual. He is worthy of being a God of Killer who keeps his word. If he says he will kill you, he will definitely do it.

It's just that this guy is wearing the church's robe uniform, which gives him a very different feeling.

How can I put it, Yorkshire always feels that this body is very suitable for this killing god, and he has accurate marksmanship to eliminate demons and defend the law.

Although bullets useful for exorcism have not yet been developed.

Yorks thought as he walked past the believers who were praying with their eyes closed on the benches next to them, and sat down in his usual seat.

This happened to be sitting next to John Wick. With the intuition and perception of a killer, he opened his eyes and his first words were: "Father, you are back."

Hearing the same words again, Yorks said calmly: "John, have you made it clear to Helen?"

John Wick nodded: "I told her that I would work at Pluto Church in the future, so that she wouldn't worry about me in the future."

As he spoke, John Wick suddenly said: "Father York, can I stay in the church? I can take care of Pluto Church every day, and I can protect it from ordinary people."

Ordinary people? Still quite self-aware.

Yorks observed John Wick's expression, but only found the serious look on his face: "John, the living conditions here may not be that good. Pluto Church is the previous church, and some of the facilities are old and old. Old, Sister Eileen and I don’t live here.”

However, John Wick just said: "Father York, I want to take responsibility for what I have done before, and I want to atone for my sins here every day."

York was silent for a moment. He had no reason to refuse: "When you ask Sister Irene for the key to the door later, just say it was me."

John Wick lowered his head: "Thank you, Father, I will do my job seriously."

"But you can't take away Robert's job." Yorks smiled and patted his shoulder. The touch was so generous that he couldn't help but squeeze it.

“The gate and the front yard were his territory.”

John Wick's lips curled up: "Father York, don't worry, I won't cross the line."

Yorks patted it again, let go of his hand, and closed his eyes facing the statue of Jesus in front of him under the gaze of John Wick.

He has not completed his daily tasks today.

There is so much to say this time.

After he finished speaking and the task completion prompt sounded, York opened his eyes, stared at the statue of Jesus illuminated by candlelight, and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"Amen! Thank you for your sentiments."

[Prayer: Church Prayer (Completed)]

[Reward: Points +0.5 has been issued]

At this time, Yorks realized that it was already getting late.

Turning around, he saw that John Wick, the god of death, who had already moved into the church, was busy changing candles in the candle holder without using the real-time stereoscopic view.

Erin, on the other hand, was somewhere else, busy with something, looking at the three-dimensional diagram as if confirming and counting something.

Before he knew it, someone was with him even at night.

Yorkshire smiled.

This is a very novel feeling.

This feels quite good compared to when I was alone all the time.

As if he sensed someone peeping, John Wick turned back with the candle he had just lit and saw the priest looking at him. He subconsciously asked.

"Father Yorks, is this how you leave it?"

Yorks smiled and said, "Yes, John."