American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"Borrow money? Son, the money you borrowed from me last time hasn't been repaid yet..."

"...!"

"You can't even satisfy the curiosity of an old man like me who is about to die of old age..."

"...!"

"My child, who helped you shield yourself from the accusations of those bishops?"

"..."

Just as he mentioned borrowing money, a series of words suddenly rang out in the car, which made Yorks stunned for a moment. Hearing the tone of the other person who wanted to continue talking, he couldn't help but take a breath and stopped quickly.

"Stop! Old man, I surrender, I admit defeat. I just want to borrow some money to deal with the aftermath, am I okay with that?"

These words rang in the room far away, and the old man smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.

This made the middle-aged man who had been waiting by the bed and wearing a simple divine robe also have a smile in his eyes. Every time he contacted the child, it was a relatively comfortable period for the Pope.

"Good boy, tell me what happened last night. Maybe I can lend you some if I'm happy."

Hearing this, Yorkist had no choice but to tell the truth.

In fact, borrowing money is more like a tacit understanding between him and the old man, which is like a code of conduct for wiping his butt, otherwise he would not be as cool as he is now.

If he still wants to stay in this country, I'm afraid he really needs the church to wipe his ass for what happened last night. If the first bombing was okay, the second time was really a big deal, and the whole place was blown up. One-third of the area on the 6th, 78th and 8th floors of a building.

According to the thinking of the previous life, this is a very serious and major event, something that a country can pay attention to.

But this parallel world is not the ordinary world of the previous life. Due to frequent supernatural events, this kind of thing is considered common.

What's important is that the church's penetration and power in this parallel world are greater than he imagined.

At some point, when it comes to supernatural matters such as exorcism, official organizations will basically give in and be responsible for dispersing the crowd or taking care of the aftermath.

This situation is similar to something he heard about. In Neon Country, their top exorcist is so powerful that she can let the entire police system serve her and disperse the residents of a large area for a certain reason. Set up no-travel checkpoints and be responsible for backup assistance in all situations.

That's why he likes to be a priest, not only to get points more easily, but also for the unscrupulous convenience. Otherwise, he would have become a wanted criminal in the entire country.

"..."

"..."

"That's all, there's this guy who can turn into a human and run around and play Judgment."

Yorks remembered the pool of black blood and continued.

"Although I beat it away and maybe even severely damaged it, it will inevitably come out one day. I think the church needs to pay attention to this matter."

The old man felt relieved after hearing this. He looked at the middle-aged man next to him with a proud face, held the microphone and tapped the handle of the phone. The attributes of an old man were clearly revealed.

"This is the child I personally serve. Isn't it amazing?"

The middle-aged man showed a helpless smile.

Seeing this, the old man smiled brighter and said into the phone receiver. "I'll tell Gabriel to pay more attention to this."

"Um."

Yorks turned a corner and passed the intersection, which was another block to the church.

"The old man still has it, is it gone?"

The old man knew it well and smiled.

"Since you are dealing with demons, the church is naturally responsible for all the aftermath."

"Um."

The corner of York's mouth curled up. He was waiting for this sentence. As long as the old man said this, he didn't need to do anything else. Contact with official organizations, compensation, sealing, etc., the church would naturally have someone to arrange it. .

Because of these words, Yorks became more patient and continued chatting for a while, just like chatting with a lonely old man for the whole day. He didn't finish the conversation until he was about to arrive at the church.

"I'm coming."

"Well, time is always so short, it's time for me to get up..."

"..."

Yorks twitched the corners of his mouth, clicked on the red phone icon on the car center console screen, and hung up the phone.

Compared with ordinary people, this old man's life is more nourishing than anyone else. He travels everywhere and is envied by everyone who looks at him.

In turn, the old man envied his life of fighting and killing.

Recalling the previous interactions, Yorks also had a smile in his eyes. Even if he looked at it from the perspective of his previous life, even though the old man had many identities, it did not prevent him from being a lovely old man.

Thinking of this, Yorks turned a second intersection and went straight to the street where the church was located.

However, the scene in front of him made him raise his eyebrows subconsciously. A large number of people appeared at the door of the previously quiet church.

Moreover, the composition of this group of people is also very simple. It feels a bit like bringing a family with a family. Some men and women are close together, some even bring a young child running around, and some even bring a child who looks half-grown. girl...

Yorks subconsciously raised the accelerator and let the car drive slowly. With a glance, he knew that these people were the survivors of the building last night. Mainly, he saw Officer Baker, his wife Ms. Hardy, and Jeff. inside……

"Don't always laugh and laugh in front of the priest from now on."

Carrying a handbag and dressed plainly, Ms. Hardy was educating Baker, but as she spoke, her tone began to change.

"Fortunately, I come here often and know that Father York is not as simple as he seems, otherwise..."

As she spoke, Ms. Hardy's eyes instantly turned red, and she slapped Baker hard, who had a helpless face.

"What will Rose and I do if you're not here?"

Baker's expression of helplessness became even stronger. He knew that the man must not say anything at this time, and just let his woman vent and slap her. Baker looked at Jeffrey beside him and whispered.

"Man, who do you think Father York is, uh, or what is his identity? There was such a big battle last night."

When Baker said this, he subconsciously recalled those people from last night. He couldn't help but smack his mouth.

"Tsk, tsk, these are levels we don't usually come into contact with."

Jeffrey did not answer. He knew more than Baker. He was not really surprised by the warnings last night. For the sake of social stability, keeping silent was definitely necessary.

After all, there are still many people who are atheists, and there are even some people who play supernatural live broadcasts seeking death, just like the so-called exorcism live broadcast he saw before. It was full of mistakes, and he would have to mention it to the priest when the time comes. A mouthful.

What happened last night had made him respect this priest who dared to face the tough devil and behaved extremely fiercely.

"Here comes Father Yorkes!"

Just as Jeffrey thought of this, his thoughts were interrupted by the cry of Baker's wife next to him. He subconsciously turned around and saw the priest who made him determined to have more contact with him walking from the right carrying a box and a backpack. come over.