American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Everyone has their own place to go, and Yorks himself feels a little more relaxed.

To be honest, he didn't want everyone to focus on him, nor did he want to imprison anyone.

So like this, he was satisfied.

However, what surprised him was that the convoy outside was not one belonging to Santa Maria Cathedral in Tokyo, but a convoy belonging to Higa Kotoko's shrine.

Because it is marked with a cherry blossom logo, which is the logo of Higa Kotoko's shrine, it is easy to identify.

"Mr. Bishop York, we were sent here by the Holy Lady to take you to where you want to go."

The leader solved his doubts, and Yorks glanced at Erin and others behind him.

"Send a few cars to take them to the city. Send them wherever they want to go."

The leader was wearing a black suit, and his posture was neat and straight, looking very capable.

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

He nodded and waved, and a few of his subordinates immediately stayed behind to act as drivers.

Seeing this, Yorks turned around and gave instructions to Eileen and others, and then followed the leader into the car he was responsible for.

Once inside, the space is even more spacious than it looks from the outside, and a person of his size can cross his legs.

York was very satisfied with this. He looked at the driver in front of him and smiled like he was used to facing believers.

When he looked at it like this, the leader and driver asked in a low voice: "Mr. Bishop, where do you want to go? Do you want to take a stroll, or go back to St. Mary's Cathedral in Tokyo?"

After saying this, Yorks couldn't help but chuckle. "Your saint, didn't you tell me where to send me?"

The driver obviously knew something. Under the very oppressive gaze of the young bishop, he said bravely.

"Back to the Bishop, no, my Holy Lady said, I will take you to where you want to go."

"hehe."

Yorks smiled and shook his head, inexplicably thinking of Higa Kotoko, who had a cold expression back then, but whose attitude was completely opposite to her expression.

This person is a perfect example of the word tsundere, completely different from her younger sister Makoto Higa, who is direct and bold, and dares to speak and act.

Yorks thought of the text message with only one address on his phone and smiled calmly.

"Go to Sakuranoi Izakaya."

When the name of this place came out, the driver obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed a lot. He said sincerely.

"Yes, Lord Bishop York."

After saying that, he started the car and took the lead to lead the cars behind him to slowly leave Tokyo International Airport.

At an intersection, this eye-catching group of motorcades dispersed and went where they should go.

Yorkes glanced at the rearview mirror in front of him.

The cars behind had already divided into two teams and left, one of which carried the excited Hannah, Alesha, Erin, Healy and others to the more prosperous urban area.

Another lonely car was heading in the other direction, and inside was a silent John Wick.

It was this look that made Yorkshire feel something.

Because John Wick looks so heavy, as if he is visiting a friend who has passed away.

"Is it possible that there is something else that I don't know about? Or maybe after I came to this world, the fourth part of the past life has already been released?"

Yorks didn't pay much attention to it. In such a dangerous world of killers, death is a common occurrence.

For professional killers, death is really not that scary.

Thinking of this, Yorks looked ahead.

The speed of the car slowed down and it began to enter a fairly lively area.

On both sides are the kind of shops that are everywhere, such as ramen shops, izakayas, small restaurants, etc.

There are even mysterious little shops or specialty maid cafes, with two cute girls standing outside, dressed in maid outfits, soliciting customers.

A wide variety of shops line the streets, a dazzling array of things to see.

In addition, there are passers-by wearing all kinds of clothes, coming and going, and occasionally there will be real suits among them, like a group of passers-by who come to relax after a busy work day.

A kind of island flavor just matches this scene and rushes towards you.

However, these are not taken seriously by Yorks. He has been to many places and experienced many things. Scenes or things that are new to ordinary people are actually very common to him.

He looked away from the car window, ignored the crying drunk on the street, and looked ahead.

There was another intersection, but Yorks knew that the car would turn right, and then take a second right turn to reach the birthplace of the Higa family.

Yes, that large area is all owned by the Higa family, and the rent simply collected can make an ordinary person spend more than he can in a lifetime.

Because that large area is the most prosperous and located in the core area, the rent is quite expensive and cannot be afforded by ordinary people. Therefore, behind each shop are actually some relatively secretive and low-key families.

From York's perspective, the car did exactly what he thought. After reaching the intersection, it turned right, and then turned right again when it reached the second intersection.

Oncoming is a more prosperous scene.

From time to time, luxury cars appear that look very expensive. The passers-by are also different from the previous passers-by. They are beautifully dressed and extremely wealthy.

In this way, the car passed through this drunken and dreamy area, heading into the depths, and finally shuttled through the side paths and came to a place controlled by someone.

The person blocking the road outside was wearing a suit like the driver, with the Higa family logo on it.

"Mr. Bishop York, we are almost there." The driver did not dare to look, but looked straight ahead and whispered.

"Yeah." Looking at the people bowing their heads on both sides of the car, Yorks responded casually.

In fact, he had been to this place before and was quite familiar with it.

The main reason is that the food here is indeed much better than other places. The choice of ingredients is an invisible barrier, one by one.

This is why the food eaten by rich people seems to be unpalatable, because high-end ingredients themselves are delicious food, and too many decorations and common ingredients will only affect the taste and original taste of the ingredients.

As the car entered, a particularly ordinary izakaya appeared in front of them.

There is no sign outside, but the layout still makes it easy to think that this is a real izakaya.

Without letting anyone outside open the door, Yorks opened the car door and stepped out after the car stopped, looking at the izakaya in front of him.

There was already a middle-aged man wearing a uniform similar to that of an izakaya waiting outside the izakaya. He bowed his head and said respectfully.

"Mr. Bishop York, the Holy Lady has been waiting for you inside for a long time."

"Yeah." Yorks smiled and looked at the chef who often presented food, Doi Buntaichi, the owner of this izakaya.

"Long time no see, what good things have you prepared this time?"

"Back to you, Lord Bishop, I have prepared sushi made of Oedo bonito, king crab, etc., Kobe Wagyu cuisine, cherry blossom shrimp, bluefin tuna, silver cod Shirako tofu..."

Following Bunta Doi's introduction, Yorks walked in.

Everything has been cleared inside, and there is no one left.

There was a lady wearing a kimono sitting in the middle, and a dazzling array of top-notch food in front of her.

His dignified face exudes an extreme sense of coldness. Coldness and dignity are mixed together, giving it a special flavor. Coupled with the scar on his right eye, this very unique flavor is amplified. .

It is difficult to immediately think of the word beauty in the first scene, but this unique and attractive temperament that is as attractive as poison can also let people know that this is also a royal sister-type beauty.

Yorks watched and watched, and the beautiful lady in front of him merged with the cold and confused girl in his memory.

"It seems that cold girl has really grown up."

Feeling the extremely restrained spiritual power of this royal sister, Yorkshire smiled.

This kind of micro-control is not something ordinary people can achieve. It can be seen that Higa Kotoko has worked hard after he left.

at the same time.

Higa Kotoko also turned her head and looked over.

He has a tall and well-proportioned figure, extremely neat and trimmed short hair, powerful facial features exuding a resolute and masculine temperament, and his deep eyes shine with determination and determination.

In an instant, this figure was the only thing left in her eyes.

Looking at this familiar smile, Higa Kotoko was startled, and that memory that deeply impressed her suddenly emerged.

It was this figure that suddenly stood up in front of her when she was most helpless holding her unconscious sister.

Higa Kotoko took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the couch.

Seeing this, York's smile did not change and he walked over slowly.

"Your Majesty the Bishop of York."

Looking at the face that had not changed, Higa Kotoko pursed her lips, bowed and lowered her head.

"long time no see."

"Haha, Kotoko, after so many years of not seeing each other, has our friendship grown stronger?" Yorkist ignored Higa Kotoko's changing expressions and sat down on his own.

"Compared with the title of Bishop, I still prefer the title of Nissan."

Suddenly hearing this voice that would appear in her mind and dreams from time to time, Higa Kotoko almost failed to break the skill. She reluctantly suppressed her emotions and took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty, Bishop York, that was because I was ignorant when I was young."

However, what she didn't know was that her voice sounded cold, but anyone could hear the softness in it, let alone York.

"Really?" Yorkist gestured and asked Higa Kotoko to sit down.

"That's up to you."

He knew and quite understood Higa Kotoko's character.

Higa Kotoko, who had just sat down, was silent for a moment.

Seeing Higa Kotoko's sudden cooling down, Yorkist looked at her and added a word.

"Of course, if possible, I still hope you don't care about my identity as a bishop, just like before, I asked you not to care about my identity as a priest."

Higa Kotoko's hands hidden under the dining table shook hands quietly and did not answer this sentence.

"Why don't you go to Santa Maria Cathedral in Tokyo first? I think Bishop Pedlio would really like to see you."

Yorkist stopped picking up the chopsticks and said gently: "Because you want to see me, right? So I came."

Higa Kotoko opened her lips, but instinctively closed her mouth again. It was completely contrary to her previous ability. If her subordinates saw the appearance of their saintly lady, they would definitely be speechless.

But Yorkist understands that Higa Kotoko has a relatively sensitive personality. She has always been more concerned about others, although she is quite arrogant in some aspects.

Just as he was envious and jealous of his sister, but he could sacrifice his life for her, and even because he knew how heavy the name of a saint was, he worked harder because he didn't want his sister to become such a so-called saint.

In other words, there is softness behind this coldness.

"Have you been having a hard time exorcising spirits recently? Qinzi." Yorkist picked up a piece of sushi made of top-quality ingredients and put it into his mouth while saying.

"I heard that there have been a lot of supernatural incidents recently."

Higa Kotoko secretly glanced at the man in front of her, avoided her eyes again, and said in a cold tone.

"No, although some things are quite difficult and a bit tiring, I can still cope with it."

Yorkist glanced at the scar in Higa Kotoko's eyes. This scar was a lesson to her. If he hadn't come here in time, the two sisters would have been devoured by the resentful spirit.

Perhaps because he saw him using modern weapons at that time, Higa Kotoko's style began to change from that time on. It can be described in one word. It is all-encompassing. As long as it is useful, it can be used, and it is not limited to The Shinto that he inherited.

"Need my help?"

Higa Kotoko shook her head: "I can solve it myself, Ni."

Perhaps it was Yorkist's attitude that did not change all the time that caused Higa Kotoko to blurt out subconsciously. At this time, she suddenly woke up and changed her words instantly.

"Mr. Bishop York, can I ask you a question?"

Yorkshire pretended not to see Higa Kotoko's reddish ears.

"what is the problem?"

"Can you solve it by yourself?" Higa Kotoko raised her eyes and looked over.

Yorkist raised his eyebrows and met the eyes of the lady in front of him. He seemed to have discovered something. His eyes were soft and he smiled.

"able."

After saying that, Yorks said with a smile when she was about to avert her eyes.

"Qinzi, are you worried about me?"

"No." Higa Kotoko said, looking down at the food on the table in front of her.

"I'm afraid you might affect us."

Yorks couldn't help but laugh, your voice is still trembling, what's going on, what do you want to say.

But what happened outside surprised him.

A beautiful girl carrying a bag suddenly broke into his three-dimensional view. She put her hands on her waist and confronted the Higa family members who were in a bit of trouble outside.

The girl is wearing a school uniform, with fair and delicate skin, a slightly straight nose on her cute face, big eyes like two bright stars, and slightly exposed dimples that make her every move look playful and cute.

All of this merged with the girl in his memory who called him Onii-chan at every turn and cried so hard that she was out of breath when he left.

Isn't this Higa Makoto?