American Variety: Scientific Exorcism
Chapter 384 Gods
"Sir, why don't you detain them?"
Police officer Thackeray, who had just moved the dilapidated pickup truck out of the way, came to Thomas' side at this time, looked at the red taillights that gradually disappeared into the darkness, and said.
"What if he doesn't come over tomorrow?"
Thomas recalled the first time he saw Yorkshire and the profound impression he had, and said.
"That boy is not simple. I see the temperament of a superior person in him."
Thackeray was stunned and looked at his boss.
Thomas frowned, then relaxed.
"Even if he doesn't come tomorrow, we still have a way to apply for a search warrant."
With that said, Thomas looked at the man who was still unconscious on the ground and said in a deep voice.
"There are also big problems with this person. As long as we go back and examine the remaining organs in the car and extract DNA, we will know whether this person is related to those missing cases."
Thackeray nodded.
"What's his condition?" Thomas just finished saying this, and the conversation turned to other topics.
"How do you think that kid knocked this man unconscious just now?"
As a model of American, American-style Iai, the veteran police officers in the police station themselves are experienced in many battles.
So Thackeray came out of the army and finally became a policeman.
But at this time, he shook his head, "There were no signs of struggle or obvious trauma, which means it was just a face-to-face incident."
Thomas's expression began to turn solemn, and he was a little murmuring in his heart. Combined with what he saw and the other party's identity as an outsider, he couldn't help but wonder what York was here for.
Thinking of this, Thomas said: "Get the suspect into the car and you drive his pickup truck."
Thackeray nodded, left the place, and began to clean up the scene and prepare to go back.
Seeing this, Thomas took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number.
Policewoman Sybil herself is his subordinate.
He wants to identify whether the other person is telling the truth.
"Hello? Sir."
Sybil's voice had a windy sound, going from loud to soft, indicating that she was pulling over to the side of the road.
"Sibyl, let me ask you something." Thomas said.
"Did you see a Jeep Wrangler when you were at the gas station?"
The sound reached the other side. Policewoman Sybil stopped the car on the side of the road just as Thomas thought. She was surprised when she heard this.
"Sir, how do you know?"
The man in the car left a deep impression on her.
"It seems that what he said is correct." After recognizing this again, Thomas didn't know why, and his whole body relaxed.
"Here's the thing."
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Yorks raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror.
Ross, who had moved from the front seat to the back seat, probably after driving all day, was holding Sharon in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.
But Sharon was in this comfortable position, relying on the light in the car, immersed in painting.
Sharon's lethargy became worse the closer she got to Silent Hill, and she certainly enjoyed drawing more than the movie lets on.
Before that, Rose had been concentrating on driving. What she didn't know was that some of the paintings were actually drawn by Sharon in a sleepwalking state.
This is actually equivalent to the painting drawn by Sharon's real body, Alessa. The more Sharon sleeps, the more it shows what Alessa wants to say to him.
There was so much information in it that he now had a clearer and clearer picture of the Silent Hill situation in this world.
It turns out that Silent Hill is not as harmless and ordinary as in the movie. It seems to be affected by Alessa's dark power.
In fact, Silent Hill itself is special, a sacred place for Indians.
So Silent Hill itself has magical power.
Yorks looked at Sharon in the sight glass, her eyes dull but drawing, and sighed inwardly.
From those paintings, he did know a lot of information that was not in the movie.
Silent Hill has magical power. After the ancient Indians discovered this, they used this magical power on this land to try to communicate with their ancestors and the gods they believed in.
Whether communication is possible or not, he doesn't know.
But from the information revealed in those paintings, this magical power itself was pure at the beginning, and the indigenous people only used this power as a bridge to communicate with their ancestors and gods. It was not until later natural and man-made disasters such as European colonization and plague that things happened. Something began to change.
The darkness caused by natural and man-made disasters began to pollute this magical power and distort the pure power.
"So are the people in Silent Hill town aborigines, or are they people with bad intentions after knowing the truth about Silent Hill?"
York's attention remained on Sharon.
Combining the information currently under his control, he finally knew the source of Alessa's power, which was consistent with his second guess.
It's not a contract with anyone or the devil.
But she is very special in her own right, and may have the power that can be integrated with Silent Hill. During the period of overwhelming hatred, Alessa may have used her own power and the power of Silent Hill to burn her enemies to death, and then Lock up the enemies hiding in the church in your own spiritual space.
Thinking of the stigmata on Thomas' hand, he had another doubt.
"Who the hell is Alessa?"
The guy who can have something like a holy mark is either a god or a big shot.
After all, he only knew that there was a saint with a holy mark in the history of the church.
That is St. Francis. It is said that due to God’s holy will, before the forty-day fast of St. Michael the Archangel, God appeared in a strange way and imprinted on St. Francis what he endured during the crucifixion of Jesus. The five wounds, namely the hands, feet and left side of the body, are used to influence the sinner's hard heart so that he can change his past mistakes and gain salvation.
Of course, in addition to Saint Francis, there are many more people who have suffered stigmata, but without exception they are all legendary figures.
For example, Saint Aipov, Saint Teresa and others.
The more Yorks thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable.
The plot of the movie is so simple, but in this world, it is complicated and confusing.
Because now, in his opinion, Alessa is not a human being at all.
Deliberately calling the police and confirming this fact the moment he saw the stigmata, Yorks immediately confirmed this guess.
Alessa, who was bullied in the movie and even tried and burned by the adults of Silent Hill, is not a simple human in this world, but a human being related to gods or a god herself.
"A god?"
Yorks stared at Alessa and whispered to himself.
"Are you a god born in Silent Hill? Or are you a god believed by the indigenous people at that time, the ancient Indians?"
The sound fell, as if it was slightly inaudible amidst the roaring engine. Yorkshire was not afraid of being heard by Rose because he had blocked Rose's hearing.
"No wonder there is such a strong power that can create the inner and outer worlds. This is already a way to recreate the world and belong to the gods."
Yorks stared at Sharon, who seemed to have not heard his words and was still drawing, and let out a breath.
In the previous movies, there are two particularly obvious worlds created by Alessa.
One watch, two worlds in one mile.
Skipping the inner world, at the end of the movie, the outer world created by Alessa is not limited to the size of the town of Silent Hill, but can spread directly to Rose's home.
This method is simply unbelievable.
Regardless of how strong he is now, with his current methods, he really can't do this at all.
Even if he controls microscopic particles and controls the microscopic world in the future, and has the possibility of creating a new universe and a new world, or even the possibility of creating a new human being through the combination of atoms and molecules, harvesting holy power and becoming a god, he still cannot imagine it. How do i do this.
You must know that Alessa's watch world can be created exactly as it is in the real world, with a one-to-one ratio.
"Sigh, I'm still too weak. Why don't you accept me as your apprentice?" Yorkshire laughed at himself. Looking at Sharon who was unmoved and still drawing without knowing what to draw, she finally took it back. eyes.
No matter what, now that you have stepped into this vortex, you can only keep walking.
Being afraid, retreating and shrinking were never among his options. If there was really any problem, he would simply call God to stop the battle.
"From now on, learning is not the only purpose. The important thing is to at least cure Sharon's disease. After all, I accepted the believers' wishes on behalf of God and accepted the prayers of Chris and Rose."
Yorks loosened his hands and used his mind to control the steering wheel. At the same time, he took out his cell phone that he had cherished for many years and looked through the address book on it.
"Which old bishop is in charge of the diocese of West Virginia?"
Yorks muttered, looking at the phone numbers in the address book, he also felt a little headache.
The church is so big that there are basically relevant leaders all over the world, so his address book naturally has more people.
This was thanks to the fact that the old man became the pope and he stayed at the headquarters for several years. He knew the old man, oh no, he actually knew quite a few bishops.
Regardless of the relationship between two people looking at each other and being disgusted with each other, it is still stored.
It’s not for anything, it’s for exorcisms and missions. After running around, I’m afraid there’s no one to clean up. Oh no, I’m afraid there’s no backstage.
"Now that I think about it, I've gone to a lot of places." Yorks smiled a little nostalgically, and found the note of West Virginia among the many phone numbers.
"Bishop Josefini, we seem to have a good relationship."
Through photographic memory and the reason why his brain should mutate, Yorks quickly remembered his past with Bishop Josefini.
"He belongs to the old man's lineage."
Heartbroken, Yorks subconsciously glanced at the time.
After a lot of fussing, the time came to eleven o'clock without realizing it.
This is already late at night, especially for the elderly, who have already fallen asleep at this time.
"Forget it, it's one of our own so I won't torture you. If the complaint goes to the old man, I'll have a headache."
Suddenly remembering the old man's nagging like an old mother in the past, Yorks immediately shook his head and marked the phone number to avoid having to look for it later.
"But the old man doesn't know if he can wake up. He is obviously as strong as a cockroach, but..."
Yorks was silent for a moment, put away his phone, and looked at Sharon reflected in the rearview mirror. No matter what situation she was in, he used his mind power to block her hearing, and then leaned back against the chair. Back.
The car he asked John Wick to choose must be comfortable, and he could feel his back being fully wrapped by the seat back.
"Can."
Yorks raised his hands, placed them on the back of his head, and closed his eyes.
At this time, the center console seemed to be operated by an invisible person. The interface changed in various ways, and finally stopped at a song title.
[STAR . WALKIN]
"As long as I have one breath, there will be no end. I will run all the way, chasing the moonlight. If life keeps moving forward, it will never stop, chasing the stars until dawn."
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Under the singing, the herdsmen took a young bishop with his hands on his hands and his eyes closed, another person hugged his child's mother while sleeping, and another child painted in sleepwalking, and galloped towards the bright moon in front of them.
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"Yorks, it's rare that you call me."
West Virginia.
In the Archdiocese of Charleston, a priest stood beside an old man wearing a bishop's robe on a sunbathing balcony, saying nothing.
After the old man said this, he waved his hand.
The priest who came with the phone bowed his head slightly, saluted, and left quietly.
"Bishop Josefini, good morning." The voice came from the mobile phone. The corners of Bishop Josefini's mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes showed a kind of wisdom.
He remembered the first time he saw York, when he was still at the headquarters. York stood next to His Majesty the Pope, exuding a very calm temperament, and the clean aura he exuded was eye-catching.
Who knew that this young man could be so special.
Thinking about it now, His Majesty the Pope is indeed worthy of being His Majesty the Pope. He actually found York when the whole world began to be unable to find a successor.
This reminded him of past history. Every pope in the church had the ability to resolve cracks.
"Tell me, York, call me, what's the matter?"
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Bishop Josefini picked up the coffee on the small table and took a sip.
"If you want to come to West Virginia for a vacation and relax, you're absolutely welcome, and if you want my spot, I'm definitely not going to say no."
These calm words were transmitted to the other side through signals.
The town of Lost.
In front of a simple hotel, Yorks was standing on the street looking at Ross and Sharon in the store in front of him. He twitched the corners of his mouth and complained in his heart.
Think beautifully.
Don't look at it now, it seems like he has solved all the problems, devils, and troubles for the church by himself. It looks like he has taken over the church's exorcism task all by himself.
But in reality, it’s just the tip of the iceberg.
The world is so big, time does not stop when he acts, everyone does not stand still, and everything does not proceed until he has finished solving it.
At least when he solved one exorcism incident, there were at least the same exorcism incidents of varying difficulty everywhere in the world.
In short, a bishop who controls a large diocese has so many things going on.
Just thinking about the need to review and approve documents for exorcism permits from various places, as well as the management of the entire diocese, gave him a headache just thinking about it.
So he will never agree to such a thing, absolutely! Because to some extent, freedom has been imprisoned at a point.
Just think about it, is there any bishop who can leave whenever he wants like him? Go wherever you want? Even if there is a reason why the world is cracked.
"Bishop Josefini, I prefer freedom to being bound in place." Yorkes smiled.
"Actually, I'm in West Virginia. Do you know the small town of Lost?"
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