American Variety: Scientific Exorcism
Chapter 383 Thomas
There was a clang.
Yorks knocked out the man who might be the murderer with one hand and looked down.
"This gun is really interesting."
What fell from the man's left hand was a sawed-off shotgun.
According to the knowledge of various firearms in his mind, this is an ultra-short semi-automatic shotgun produced by Remington.
The tubular magazine under the barrel can hold five rounds of ammunition. If you add one round in the chamber, it will be six rounds.
The feature that it can be replenished at any time ensures good continuity of vitality.
"No wonder he is called a truck gun. This guy is indeed a ruthless person."
Withdrawing his gaze, Yorks looked at the fainted man in front of him.
The disappearance case mentioned by policewoman Sybil is probably related to this man.
After thinking about it, Yorks directly used his psychic ability to invade this guy's brain and forcibly destroy the insignificant mental defense outside.
Quickly constructing a scene through his psychic powers, Yorkist saw what this guy had done.
Like a bystander, he saw this man killing the outsiders who came here.
The methods and routines are all common, but they are very effective.
Some cars cut across the middle of the intersection, tricking the victim into getting out of the car and starting the attack.
In some cases, they pretend to be lost passers-by to lure victims, and then commit the crime.
There is a way to kill directly with a gun, and then play a chase game.
Yorks shook his head in his mind, skipping these, as if fast forwarding, his pupils flashed through fragments.
Finally he found the cabin in the woods where the man tortured and killed him.
"That should be enough."
Yorks let go of his hand, walked out of his mental space, looked at the man who was slowly falling, thought about it seriously, and then took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket.
"Father Yorks?"
The voice came from behind.
"Are you okay?"
Yorks entered the 911 number and turned around.
Rose had gotten out of the car and came behind her. She looked at the man who fainted on the ground and the shotgun on the ground with a hesitant expression.
"It's okay, this guy wanted to attack me, so I knocked him out." Yorks clicked on the phone screen and dialed.
Seeing Rose covering her lips because of these words, she explained again.
"I suspect this guy is related to the disappearances mentioned by the policewoman."
As soon as he said this, the operator's voice came from the mobile phone.
911 is generally dialed only in emergencies, otherwise the call is usually made to the local police station.
But no matter what, just dial 911 for alarm, fire, emergency, etc.
"Please tell me the address and what the emergency is."
Yorks raised his index finger to his lips and replied to Rose, who was still absorbing the information and shocked.
"On County Road CR521 leading to the small town of Lost, I met a gun-wielding thug. He tried to shoot me, but I knocked him unconscious.
And I suspect he has something to do with the disappearances here. "
The information contained in this long paragraph made the operator who answered the phone silent for a moment.
But the other party was obviously a professional operator. She said, "So how is your situation now?"
"It's safe. Don't worry. Call someone over quickly." Yorks looked at the man who fainted on the ground and said calmly.
"Okay, please wait a moment." After confirming this, the operator's tone became obviously more relaxed.
Not long after, the voice from the phone changed and was replaced by a steady male voice.
"Hello, this is Lost Police Station. We are sending people there now. Please wait a moment. If possible, I hope you don't hang up the phone."
Yorks understands the meaning, isn't it just to locate the person? In fact, as soon as the 911 alarm call is made, and after confirming the situation, the police department has already dispatched the police based on the address reported by the caller and the location on the mobile phone signal.
Why are we still chatting? In fact, the operator is asking the operator to confirm the safety of the caller, stabilize the caller's mentality and emotions, and let him know that the police have passed.
Of course, his situation is quite special. It is actually involved in a missing homicide case, and the person who came is probably the person responsible for this case.
"Well, I'll wait for you."
Yorkes did not hang up the phone, but he had no interest in talking nonsense with the male police officer.
If people like him were still in danger, it would probably be a world-destroying crisis.
Leaving the phone in call mode, Yorks looked at Ross who had finally absorbed all the information. He smiled gently.
"Get in the car, Sharon seems to have woken up."
Ross looked at the priest in front of him blankly, not knowing what to say.
"Don't worry, the police are here, I will handle it on my own." Yorks knew what Ross was hesitating about.
"Go ahead."
Hearing this, Rose took a deep breath and could only nod. At this time, this was the only thing she could do.
After watching Ross return and open the back seat door and get in, Yorks turned and looked at the dilapidated pickup truck in front of him.
Through the analysis of the three-dimensional diagram, this car is completely evidence that the man is a murderer.
There was a fire ax placed on the front seat that looked very clean, but in fact there were still blood stains on it.
This alone was enough for the police to take the ax and check the DNA in it.
After all, the technological development of this world is actually more advanced to some extent than the world in his previous life.
Although he can't feel it.
Yorks raised his head and looked forward, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"If I'm not mistaken, the person who came should be the police officer."
In fact, it is a very simple thing for him to casually kill the murderer in front of him, or even make his existence disappear completely.
However, he had deeper considerations.
Sharon had already woken up in the car, still holding the priest's robe tightly in her hand. She looked at the light standing in front of her, and saw only a mountain-like figure. Then she looked up at her mother who was hugging her.
"Mom, what happened in front?"
Rose also looked ahead and sighed, "Nothing."
"Is there a bad person?" Sharon asked innocently.
Ross looked at her: "Did you just see that?"
Sharon nodded.
Rose hugged Sharon tightly and said, "The bad guys have been taken care of by the priest. The priest asked us to wait here, so we have to stay in the car, you know."
Sharon blinked and nodded.
"Mom, I drew another picture, do you want to see it?"
Ross reached out and stroked Sharon's somewhat disheveled hair and said, "Okay."
…………………………………………
Maybe the town of Lost was not far away. Before long, Yorks sensed a convoy breaking into his three-dimensional map.
It was a police car with the logo of Lost Town, and they were driving over at a very fast speed.
After a while, the dazzling car lights came into view in the far distance.
Yorks's eyes flashed with a hidden light, and he was right. The person coming was none other than Thomas, the police officer in the Silent Hill movie who risked being burned and ignored the burns on his hands to save Sharon.
Judging from the logo on his body and his uniform, this police officer Thomas has been promoted from an ordinary police officer to a sergeant.
If compared with China, the police chief is probably the director of a police station. In short, he is responsible for the security work of at least one county or county.
Looking at the police car that had already driven about ten meters ahead, Yorks had some enlightenment in his heart.
But when he saw Thomas getting out of the car with his own eyes, Yorks raised his eyebrows slightly.
Because he saw a very special aura from Thomas.
There are both dark breaths and white breaths, which surround and mix with each other.
This aura was so special that he couldn't understand it, but Yorks was able to find some similar cases from this situation and clairvoyance.
"Are these stigmata?" Yorks looked at Thomas' hands that were specially hidden with gloves, and looked through the gloves to see the scars on the palms of his hands, thinking to himself.
In this world, stigmata represents the pain you have endured for a certain god or special being, so the aura of this god will appear on your body.
This piece of knowledge flashed through his mind, and York's eyes looked a little different as he looked at Thomas, who was walking over in a hurry with a police officer.
Because in the movie, Thomas braved the sacrifice of being burned, endured the pain of burns, and forcefully carried Alessa out of the fire.
"It seems that the movie can only be used as a reference in the future. The fact that Thomas has traces of the stigmata already represents Alessa, who seems to be called a witch by adults. In fact, she is indeed somewhat special.
No wonder Thomas wouldn't be implicated by Alessa's dark power when he brought the hero into the town of Silent Hill. "
Thinking of this, Yorks walked towards Thomas and others.
"Sir, was it you who called the police?" Thomas had a sharp face, a tall nose, a thin figure, an Indian-like appearance, and a capable temperament.
not bad.
Yorks responded while extending his hand to shake Thomas's outstretched hand.
"Yes, officer."
"Are you okay?" Thomas took back his hand and first observed York's situation, then raised his head and glanced at the pickup truck behind York.
"It's okay," Yorks replied.
Thomas nodded: "As long as it's okay, where is the person you are talking about?"
Yorks gestured behind him, "He fainted in front of the car."
Thomas immediately waved his hand to let the men behind him pass first, and then led Yorks behind.
He first looked at the muscle car in front of him, then at the dilapidated pickup truck stuck in the middle of the road, then at the man who fainted in front of the car, and then at the shotgun his men picked up from the ground, and he understood what was going on. Everything.
Judging from the situation at the scene, there was indeed something wrong with this man, but he felt strange when he looked at Yorkie next to him, who was half a head taller than him, and who always said that he was not to be trifled with.
How did this person knock the other person unconscious without being harmed?
"I saw the gun he had hidden behind him, so I got out of the car and pretended to look after the car for him. When he tried to shoot me in a better way, I knocked him out immediately."
Sensing Thomas's eyes, Yorks roughly explained.
Thomas raised his eyebrows: "How did you know that a missing homicide occurred here?"
York said: "When I was refueling at the gas station in front, a female police officer told me that she suggested that I try not to drive at night and find a place to spend the night and set off again during the day."
"Policewoman?" Thomas was a little surprised.
But the police officer who had already taken out the handcuffs and tied the man said now.
"Sir, it should be Sybil. She has patrol duties tonight and will eventually report to the city."
Thomas nodded, and the look he looked at York was a little different, at least there was less scrutiny and vigilance.
"Sir, how did you know that he was related to the missing homicide case?"
Yorks said calmly: "I met this guy when I was at the gas station. He kept inviting us to go to his cabin in the woods for a vacation. I felt that his eyes were a bit dangerous, so I had been on guard for a long time and refused. He, if you can, you can search the cabin he said,"
As he said that, Yorks glanced at Thomas's jacket pocket.
Thomas understood instantly, took the pen from his breast pocket, took out a piece of paper and handed it over.
Yorks took it and wrote down the address he had searched from the man's mind, while saying: "Of course, this alone cannot explain it. The main thing is that I found some traces in his car, an axe, and a car. The remaining organ tissue and blood spots under the seat.”
Thomas frowned and motioned to his men to get into the pickup truck to check.
Yorks handed back the pen and paper.
Thomas took it, looked at the address on it, thought about it, and carefully put away the paper.
As long as you know the address, the current situation, the man in front of you who can serve as a witness, plus the traces in the car, and confirm who the owner of the cabin is, you can apply for a search warrant.
Thus.
Thomas couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the muscle car in front of him.
"Who's in there?"
"My friend and her daughter," Yorkes responded.
"Officer, can we go? My friend has been driving all day."
Hearing this, Thomas looked at his men who had already entered the dilapidated pickup truck and rummaged around following what he had just said.
After seeing his subordinates nodding secretly, he spoke.
"Yes, but, sir, can you come to the police station tomorrow? We need to have a clearer understanding of what happened."
Yorks smiled. He could understand the meaning of this sentence. He just wanted to investigate.
"Okay, officer, I will cooperate with your investigation."
Seeing the look in York's eyes, Thomas smiled awkwardly, then dug out a new piece of paper from his pocket, picked up a pen and wrote something on it.
"I think you look like an out-of-towner. If you need help, you can call my phone number."
Yorkes took it, glanced at the police station address and a string of phone numbers on the paper, and nodded.
"I will, officer."
Thomas turned around and said, "Thackeray, find a way to get this car away, or else we can use our car to tow it."
But the pickup truck suddenly roared with engine noise and the call of Constable Thackeray was heard.
"Sir, there is actually nothing wrong with this car."
Hearing this, Thomas was even more sure that the fainted man had a big problem, and smiled at Yorks.
"Sir, you can go."
Yorks nodded and returned to the car, this time driving.
"Father, is there any problem?" Ross, who had been watching from the back seat, asked.
"It's okay, I just have to go to the police station tomorrow."
Seeing the pickup truck in front of him give way, Yorks said calmly, started the ignition and drove over.
Passing by Thomas, he nodded and signaled, then pressed down on the accelerator and drove away.
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