American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

There is a saying that goes well: Be as vigilant as possible in a strange place, do not let go of any dangerous factors, and make the most dangerous guesses about strangers.

As a native American and a middle-class elite, Rose naturally has this concept.

After getting out of the car, she remained unmoved and faced the gaze of the man in front of her.

Although the priest was there, Ross still felt that timidity must be caused by some aspects.

Cowardice makes people bold.

Sure enough, when she did this, the man smiled and nodded at her, then averted his eyes and concentrated on cheering.

Rose clenched her fists. She didn't know why, but she always felt that there was something wrong with this man's gaze.

This was her instinct as a woman. Even so, she didn't have much fear in her heart because the priest was there.

Ross glanced at the back seat through the car window again. The priest got another piece of drawing paper from somewhere and was looking at it.

Seeing this, Ross took a breath, took a look at the condition of the fuel tank, and walked to the store inside.

She planned to buy water for Father York and her daughter first.

Just halfway through, the policewoman who was holding a bottle of drink and talking to the female clerk walked out.

What Rose could find was that the policewoman seemed a little surprised when she saw her coming, and at the same time she was looking at her.

Feeling the policewoman's appraising gaze, Ross showed no expression as he passed directly by her, opened the door of the convenience store, and walked in.

The policewoman looked back and frowned slightly. As a police officer, in such a remote place, she was very familiar with the situation and people nearby.

Following her instinct, the first thing she felt suspicious about was.

"Why do people from outside come here?"

When this question arose, the policewoman looked up and saw a brand new muscle car in front of her. After thinking about it, she put away the drink bottle and walked towards the muscle car.

The store looks small from the outside, but it is well-equipped.

To Rose's surprise, the part of the store that couldn't be seen from the outside turned out to be a dining area.

There were already some people eating inside, their voices were rising and rising, and they were full of people, which made her relax instantly.

No matter what, according to common sense, more people also mean safety. Ross, who felt the danger from the man in the pickup truck, lowered some of his vigilance.

While observing, Ross walked to several refrigerators on the edge of the aisle, opened one of the refrigerators and took out a few bottles of water, then continued to the cashier.

The female clerk standing behind the cashier was wearing a hat and uniform-like clothes, with a wide open collar and a bulging figure.

"Let me add some gas." Ross put the bottles of mineral water on the cashier and said while taking out his wallet.

The female clerk is probably also a warm-hearted person. Maybe there are no introverts in this industry.

She took out a bag and put the mineral water in it, then looked at Ross and said.

"Six dollars, are you from out of town?"

Ross glanced at her: "Obviously?"

The female clerk nodded and took out a pile of gas cards.

"Of course, this place is so small, no one from out of town can escape my eyes."

Rose's eyes flashed, he picked a gas card from the pile of gas cards in the female clerk's hand, and then started to pay, but after picking up the bag, he paused and asked.

"Which way should I take to Silent Hill? I can't find it on the map."

The female clerk raised her eyebrows and began to look at Ross: "Why do you want to go there?"

"Well, I'm a reporter, and I've recently been studying the impact of underground coal burning." Rose made some excuses casually. Although she had always been guided by the priest, she still wanted to know more specifically.

"So I saw some reports on the Internet and wanted to go there to take some information."

The female clerk shrugged and said calmly: "The road is blocked."

"What do you mean?" Ross picked up the bag and asked.

"Literally." The female clerk obviously didn't want to talk about Silent Hill.

Rose saw it, and she didn't care, since the priest was still there anyway.

"Okay." She said, preparing to leave.

At this time, the female clerk suddenly said: "Seeing that you are from outside, I will give you a suggestion."

"how?"

Ross stopped immediately and looked back at the female clerk who was holding her hands on the cashier.

"Some things have happened recently, and several people have disappeared here." The female clerk said calmly.

"Have you seen the policewoman outside? She is here just for this matter. You'd better pay attention. The town of Lost is just ahead. You can find a hotel to stay there first and set off again during the day. .”

The female clerk's voice was low: "Because the missing people seem to have disappeared at this time, and their cars were abandoned on the road."

Suddenly knowing this information, Rose was filled with a chill for some reason. She shivered and subconsciously looked towards the front door. Through the glass window above, she saw the policewoman standing next to her car.

"Thank you, I will consider it seriously." Ross said seriously, and then left.

The female clerk shrugged and watched.

Bump bump bump.

Hearing this sound, Yorks had just comforted Sharon who suddenly woke up, and looked up at the source of the sound.

It was Sybil, the policewoman who could be regarded as an innocent person and a good person in the movie, who was knocking on the car window.

Yorks stroked Sharon's head and rolled down the car window.

"Are you okay, officer?" Yorkshire smiled. He always had an appreciative attitude towards good people.

"Is she okay?" Sybil stared inside. The man was tall and tall, and the little girl had a face full of fear and sweat as if she had a nightmare.

If they are father and daughter, they look really similar.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Seeing the guarded look on the policewoman's face, Yorks smiled.

Hearing this, policewoman Sybil looked at Sharon.

However, who knew that Sharon glanced at her and said, "Mom told me not to talk to strangers."

"Uh." Sybil didn't know how to respond.

"Yeah." Yorks stroked Sharon again and couldn't help but smile.

"Well done, you're a good boy."

While Sharon stayed close to York, she turned her head towards the policewoman outside the car window.

"Sorry, officer, she just had a nightmare." Yorkes still explained.

Sybil twitched the corner of her mouth, but she actually relaxed in her heart. Regardless of whether they were father and daughter, this very natural behavior could not be a stranger or anything else, because children would not hide it so well.

"Coming from out of town?" Sybil looked at Yorkist and asked.

"Yeah." York said calmly.

"There have been several missing cases here recently, and they are all people from out of town." Sybil, like the female clerk, told what happened here recently.

"It's best not to trust strangers. There is a town ahead. You can find a hotel to spend the night first."

"Thank you," Yorkes responded.

"We will, officer."

Looking at Sibyl, and then looking at the dilapidated pickup truck with only the taillights left in front through the three-dimensional view, there was an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

"Yeah." Sybil glanced at Sharon again and didn't bother. She nodded to York and walked directly towards her Harley Dyreson.

Halfway through, she happened to bump into Rose coming out of the store, and she nodded in return.

Rose had some doubts in her eyes, wondering what the policewoman and Father York were talking about, but she couldn't ask the policewoman, so she could only nod in the same way, and walked past her for the second time towards the car.

Sybil pursed her lips, propped up the motorcycle, inserted the key, glanced at the woman who had already refueled, then started to start, heading towards the tail of the car.

What she didn't know was that her fate had changed at this moment.

"Father York, what were you talking about just now?" Ross inserted the gas card, then picked up the gas gun and inserted it into the car's filling port, and looked towards the driveway.

Sharon woke up again, still holding the drawing paper and brush in her hand to paint. This scene was so familiar that she had seen it countless times.

However, the priest took out a new piece of drawing paper and looked at it. She was a little suspicious that the priest looked at it as just a blank piece of paper. After all, she knew that her daughter could not draw so fast.

"It's nothing." Yorks said calmly, looking at the colorful paintings on the drawing paper.

"She just came to remind us that it's not safe here."

"Disappearance case?" Ross asked.

"Yeah." With the three-dimensional map that looked like a scan, Yorks naturally knew everything in the store.

Ross thought for a moment, took out his phone from his pocket, and checked.

[22:23]

Unknowingly, she had been driving for such a long time, no wonder she felt tired.

"Father Yorks, should we rest in the town ahead for a night?" Ross said, putting away his cell phone.

"The clerk inside said there is a small town ahead."

"Okay." Yorks stared at the drawing paper and squinted his eyes out of habit. Through this and the previous drawings drawn by Sharon, too much information was revealed.

After all, a movie is still a movie, and reality is still reality. He still doesn't understand it enough.

And Silent Hill is actually a sacred place for Indians? Sure enough, do we still need to check again?

Yorks stared at the painting: a group of people gathered around a tall figure, kneeling and worshiping. He thought of Alessa hugging him.

"What exactly do you want to say to me?"

——

Under the night, there were mottled jungles on both sides, and the darkness was bottomless.

A lonely road is embedded in the mountains.

From an overhead perspective, there is a dazzling car light directly cutting through it, and no one else can be seen on the road except this car.

Ross was still responsible for driving, maybe he was driving through the mountains, and it was almost midnight. Ross felt cold and subconsciously thought of Sharon.

Like before, she raised her eyes to look in the rearview mirror to observe the situation in the back seat.

What reassured her was that although Sharon was asleep again, resting on the priest's lap, she had already put on a coat.

These were obviously the priest's clothes. Looking at the priest's short-sleeved shirt, Ross pursed his lips and then looked at the navigation on the center console.

"Almost there, Father Yorks."

Yorks looked at the rearview mirror and could feel the strangeness in Rose's tone, and then looked at the front window in front, his expression a little ambiguous.

"Ms. Ross, please don't get out of the car later."

Ross was stunned, not understanding what Father Yorks said.

"how?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ross suddenly noticed something appeared in front of him.

The next second, the moment the headlights follow the speed of the car and shine in.

She saw a dilapidated pickup truck crossing the middle intersection, and a very familiar man appeared directly in her field of vision, waving upwards with his right hand.

Ross instantly understood what Father York was saying.

The dilapidated pickup truck and the man wearing a denim jacket in front of her were none other than the man filling up at the gas station, which made her instinctively feel uneasy.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Seeing Rose's eyes widen slightly, Yorks soothed.

"Slow down."

The dilapidated pickup truck in front was inserted directly in the middle, and there was obviously no room to pass.

This kind of drama reminded Yorks of some movies, and the above routines were so familiar.

He remembered a woman who drove her car and set out in a random direction to relax, and ended up encountering a murderer.

This murderer is like a real passerby, playing some tricks of the traffickers, trying every means to get the women out of the car, and then torture them to death.

"Tsk, can we just say that it is indeed a free America?" Yorkist smacked his lips, feeling amused in his heart.

When I was on the road before, I thought I wouldn't encounter such a thing, but I didn't expect that I was facing a murderer.

While at the gas station, he had already discovered the man's problem through the stereogram.

Under the analysis of the transparency function, some human tissue and blood stains remained invisible in the back seat of the dilapidated pickup truck, and there was a shotgun placed on the notch of the front seat.

As for why not to tell the policewoman Sybil, apart from not wanting the policewoman to be involved in the Silent Hill incident like in the movie, plus there is no conclusive evidence, that would be too troublesome.

"Okay, Father."

Hearing Father York's voice, Ross suddenly felt that his somewhat uneasy mood had calmed down unconsciously. Looking at the man in front of him waving his right hand, Ross pursed his lips and began to slow down.

"stop."

When he was about ten meters away, Yorks looked at the man still standing there who was illuminated by the car lights and said.

Ross immediately hit the brakes.

"Father York, what's next?"

"Just wait for me in the car and leave everything to me."

When the car stopped, Yorks gently raised Sharon's head and put her on the back seat. Then he opened the door and got out of the car, walking towards the man who had stopped waving.

Rose stared straight ahead, not letting go of any situation. She had already held the phone in her hand, and the 911 interface was already on the screen. If anything happened, she would call the police directly.

"Uh, sorry."

This man with a long beard and messy hair seemed to be embarrassed.

"My car suddenly stalled and I don't know what happened."

At this time, Yorks had walked about two meters in front of the man, half-smiling but not smiling, and glanced at his left hand hidden behind him:

"Yeah,"

"Man, can you look at cars?" The man looked at Yorks in front of him, who was even taller than him, with a hint of timidity in his eyes.

"Otherwise, you can only wait with me for the people carrying the car to come."

"meeting."

Because of the man's superb acting skills, Yorks couldn't help laughing and walked over. Since there was Ross watching behind him, he could not act very inhumanely. In front of everyone, he would always choose to do something like this. Corresponding, more appropriate behavior.

"Let me take a look for you."

"That's great." The man seemed relieved.

But when Yorks came in front of him, his expression instantly changed into another one, fierce and full of hostility, and the shotgun he had been holding in his left hand suddenly raised.

When he is aware of the danger in front of him and makes the man he is unsure of lower his guard, he will first shoot the man to death, and then enjoy the torture and murder of his previous wife and that lovely daughter.

Delicious food was beckoning to him, and he could already imagine the wonderful taste.

But just as he was about to wave the left hand he had been waiting for, a roaring sound exploded in his ears.

The man's eyes suddenly opened wide, and a big hand that could cover his entire face and fill his field of vision was pressed down.

Before he had time to think about why his left hand couldn't move, the man felt an overwhelming force burst out from his face, and he let this hand press him down like a rag doll.

boom!

There was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and his consciousness instantly fell into darkness.

This scene happened so fast that Ross, who had been watching, was stunned for a moment.

She only saw the priest walking over, and then suddenly reached out and pressed his hand on the man's face, forcing him into the pickup truck behind him.