American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

After having a clue, and with the support of his boss, Jeffrey directly used the authority of the Supernatural Special Department, mobilized the entire spare police force in New York, and began the entire investigation.

There are several places in the United States where corpses are stored.

1. Hospitals or some morgues that temporarily store corpses. In morgues, corpses are stored for the longest time because the corpse will be refrigerated to prevent decay.

Second, a funeral parlor that specializes in handling and placing corpses, or a place similar to a columbarium, or even a cemetery.

Therefore, Jeffrey focuses on investigating these places. As long as there is a missing body in any hospital or place where corpses are stored, he will be able to find some subtle clues and follow the clues to find the group of ghouls.

According to Father Archibald, although ghouls hunt alone, once one of these monsters appears, two, three, and finally spread into a group like a contagious virus.

In this regard, Jeffrey was worried.

Ever since he stepped into this other world, he had always felt that although it was peaceful on the surface and people were at home and working happily, in fact it was really undercurrent and not safe at all.

A cathedral that is closed to visitors and only accessible to believers.

Father Archibald, wearing a divine robe and holding a document bag in his hand, was led by a monk to the depths of the New York Cathedral, where Bishop Romulo, who controlled the New York Diocese, was located.

Father Archibald had no intention of visiting the corridors that were filled with religious decorations and looked very exquisite.

Ghouls are nothing, the monks in the church can easily deal with a group of them.

Just like Brother Rishiladi who was leading the way, he could withstand the impact of a large group of hundreds of ghouls by himself.

What he was afraid of was what the ghoul itself represented.

Ghouls are a large group in the demon army. The appearance of one represents or foreshadows that there is a demon behind it that is watching New York.

Thinking of the various documents and information obtained from Jeffrey, Father Archibald's expression became more and more solemn.

It would be okay if it was just a ghoul going out to hunt privately, but what he was afraid of was the devil behind it.

So in order to avoid anything happening, he still chose to tell Bishop Romulo.

Before he could reach Bishop Romulo, Father Archibald's right eye suddenly twitched and kept beating. He couldn't help but cover it to calm it down, but he also stopped in place for a moment.

Brother Risilati who was leading the way sensed this, so he stopped leading, looked back at Father Archibald, who suddenly stopped, and said respectfully.

"Father Archibald, what's wrong with you?"

Father Archibald rubbed his beating right eye, his eyes moving strangely.

He suddenly remembered some jokes the Bishop of York had told him.

"Father Archibald, my left eye is twitching. Do you know what it means?"

He still remembered the somewhat evil smile of Bishop York.

"I might get rich."

Thinking of this, Father Archibald pursed his lips and said something in his mind.

"Jump right eye jump Choi disaster."

"Father Archibald?" Hearing a voice in his ears, Father Archibald looked forward, saw Brother Risilati's face, and shook his head.

"I'm fine, please continue."

Brother Risilati nodded, held the hilt of his sword and continued to lead the way.

Father Archibald sighed inwardly, rubbing his beating right eye and following him.

I just became more worried.

Normally his eyelids would twitch. According to his understanding, it was a muscle and nerve problem, but when he suddenly encountered this incident, and suddenly remembered the jokes that the respected Bishop of York told him before he left, it seemed that he was What does it confirm?

This time he really felt like a storm was coming.

Following Brother Risilati to a hall, Father Archibald looked at the closed door in front of him.

There are four guarding monks stationed next to the exquisite gate.

"Father Archibald, here we are, Bishop Romulo is waiting for you inside."

Hearing Brother Risilati's reminder, Father Archibald nodded in response.

"Um,"

Then, he began to walk past Brother Rishiladi, who was leaning slightly, and towards the door.

The monks guarding him on both sides looked at him warily before opening the door.

This reminded Father Archibald of the Bishop of York.

The pomp and aura of each bishop was a little different. After all, everyone was different and they were all new people. But among them, he still felt that Bishop York was the most special one.

He went from being curious to specifically making inquiries until he began to understand something.

After Bishop York came out of the seminary, whether he became an ordinary clergyman, a trainee priest, a priest, or a bishop, he seemed to be a person, like a lone wolf.

Even if he becomes a bishop, there are only two clergy under his name, Sister Irene and Brother Healy...

"Father Archibald?"

Hearing the voice of inquiry again, Archibald suddenly woke up. The door in front of him had already been opened and was waiting for him to enter, but he was in a daze.

"What's wrong? I can't help but think of Bishop York."

Father Archibald looked at the monk at the door, shook his head, and walked in.

The sight suddenly opened up, and the huge main classroom was filled with a strong historical atmosphere and a sense of sacredness.

The soaring ceilings are inlaid with ornate chandeliers that illuminate the entire space, and the walls are covered with beautifully painted murals showing important religious and historical scenes.

Stretching past is a half-open door, which is a private chapel for the bishop to conduct personal prayers and masses.

After looking over there, Father Archibald subconsciously glanced at one of the murals on the wall. This was a personal mural painted by Bishop Romulo himself.

The sight shifted again, and there was a huge carved wooden table placed on one side of the main classroom, with ornate chairs placed around it.

Bishop Romulo was sitting over there, looking at him.

"Father Archibald."

Hearing Bishop Romulo's voice, Father Archibald subconsciously thought of Bishop York.

"Bishop York will never appear in this kind of scene. He will always be in an ordinary church."

Father Archibald thought to himself, with some emotion on his face, and walked towards Bishop Romulo.

"Bishop Romulo!"

Father Archibald leaned forward and gave a slight salute.

Bishop Romulo looked at Father Archibald of Pluto Church, where he had received York's departure, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

He thought it would be difficult for the young priest in front of him to handle the affairs of Pluto Church, but he didn't expect that he did so well.

Of course, he also knew that this had something to do with the young priest's diligence.

As far as he knew, that fellow Yorkist didn't even say many masses to strengthen the believers' faith.

Therefore, from the news he received, it was said that the believers at Pluto Church were very satisfied with the new priest.

"I heard that you have something to do with me." Bishop Romulo pointed to the chair in front of him.

Archibald nodded and sat down obediently as instructed.

"Yes, Bishop Romulo."

Bishop Romulo's face had wrinkles from years of experience. He remembered the strangeness of the young priest when he came in. He didn't pay much attention to it and just smiled gently.

"If it's something about Pluto Church, I might not be able to help. That's the York guy's territory, and I've never interfered much."

Speaking of this, Bishop Romulo's expression did not change much.

"However, I heard that one thing has been assigned to you. Is it possible that there are other things involved in this matter?"

As a bishop, he is no longer involved in everything. Many things do not need to be handled by him at all. However, the departments below will automatically maintain their operation, forming a linkage between the upper and lower levels, each performing its duties in an orderly manner.

As for why he knew it, it was because Father Archibald was somewhat special, so he knew that the official department had something assigned to the young priest.

Father Archibald took a deep breath and said, "Bishop Romulo, I found traces of ghouls."

"Ghoul?"

Suddenly hearing this word, Bishop Romulo frowned and looked at the young priest in front of him. He finally understood Father Archibald's purpose.

Father Archibald nodded, his expression solemn.

"Yes, Bishop Romulo, although I haven't seen a ghoul yet, this is definitely a trace left by a ghoul."

As he spoke, Father Archibald explained the situation at the scene and his analysis in detail.

Although the church is a religious organization, it is actually not much different from an official organization.

No matter what it is, evidence, not hypothesis, is needed.

Archibald spoke on Bishop Romulo's calm face.

"...the teeth marks on the corpse are initially consistent with those of the ghoul. At the same time, the putrid smell and rotten skin left behind at the scene have also been confirmed by the inspection department. They are indeed the unique putrid smell and skin of the ghoul... "

After speaking in one breath, Father Archibald handed the document bag in his hand towards Bishop Romulo.

From the moment he recognized it as the scent of a ghoul, he had been haunting the ghoul to do his job.

The documents in the folder were all the results he obtained after asking the relevant clergy in charge of testing in the church to check them.

There is no difference from his identification, it is indeed a ghoul.

Bishop Romulo had no expression on his face as he took the document handed over by the young priest in front of him and began to open it and look at it.

The matter is about a demon who can control an army, and he is indeed qualified to report to him.

After all, demons or devils who can control the legion are not good people.

As long as something happens, it will basically be a major event that can spread to the entire city.

After carefully reading the information in the document bag, Bishop Romulo put the information back in and then looked at the young priest sitting in front of him.

"Tell me what you think."

Father Archibald pursed his lips, and he suddenly felt as if Bishop Romulo in front of him had turned into another person, and the holy aura in his body seemed to be slowly rising and waking up.

The whole space became heavy and under pressure. Father Archibald couldn't help but take a breath and said respectfully.

"Check! I have asked the official personnel to start the investigation. Once the ghoul group is found, we will be able to find the source through the movements of the ghouls."

As he spoke, Father Archibald paused.

"Bishop Romulo, this is not enough. I need you to give me some authority."

Hearing this, Bishop Romulo stared at the young priest in front of him for a long time.

Of course he knew what Archibald meant, which was that he needed some authority to command some clergy in the New York Diocese.

Logically speaking, considering Archibald's strength and status, he is actually not qualified at all.

Generally speaking, it is good to be motivated and motivated, but this kind of thing does not just mean that you have the intention, it still depends on your ability and strength.

It's a pity that Archibald is just a priest who has just been a novice priest and became a regular priest not long ago.

Although his identity is somewhat special and he is quite optimistic about it, but...

Bishop Romulo put down the document bag with an expressionless expression and said calmly.

"I'll tell Father Augsger and let him deal with it."

Bishop Romulo ignored the flash of disappointment in Archibald's eyes and looked away.

"And you should join him as a helper..."

Things have reached this point. Although Father Archibald is disappointed, he can understand Bishop Romulo.

After all, he is still too young and has no experience in leading a team.

"Yes, Bishop Romulo!" Archibald said respectfully.

But somehow, he suddenly thought of Bishop York. Seeing Bishop Romulo trying to drive people away, he couldn't help but speak.

"Bishop Romulo, I have something to ask you."

Bishop Romulo raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Archibald, and the young priest in front of him spoke.

"What would I do if the Bishop of York were here?"

"Yorks?"

Suddenly asked this question, Bishop Romulo was startled for a moment, then shook his head, his wrinkled face full of helpless and reminiscing smiles.

"He? He will probably solve the matter single-handedly, and then send me a report saying, Bishop! The matter has been resolved."

Speaking of this, Bishop Romulo looked at the confused Archibald, let out a breath, stood up from the chair and sighed.

"If you have York's strength, I will naturally give you the authority you want, but you don't have it, so..."

Bishop Romulo's voice trailed off.

"That guy is different from you, no, he is a little different from everyone else. He was already a famous thorn in the church in the seminary. Do you know why he can still become a famous thorn in the priest's side, and then become the most famous priest in history? A young bishop? In the final analysis, it is because of his strength.

Some people cannot be compared, just like geniuses and ordinary people..."

Speaking of this, the memory on Bishop Romulo's face became even stronger. He began to walk slowly towards the half-open private church while smiling.

"I know what you are thinking, but you don't know it yet. Not only you, Yorkshire has always been the target of many people.

So come on, Father Archibald, if you want to catch up with the person in front of you, you have to work a thousand times harder..."

As the footsteps walked away, Archibald took a deep breath, looked at the back of Bishop Romulo, who was slowly walking into the private church, and said respectfully.

"Yes! Bishop Romulo, I will work hard to improve myself..."

Upon hearing these words, Bishop Romulo's smile did not change, he just waved his hand and walked into his private church.