End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

In the confessional room, Russell hung up the phone and began to persuade: "Sir, I know you are very sad because you lost your wife, but you keep laughing like this..."

"It's not me, it's my friend!"

The man on the opposite side of the board became vigilant, thinking that Russell might have discovered the truth.

Ever since his wife 'inexplicably' disappeared, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night, he wanted to talk to someone but he was afraid of being seen. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I came to the church to find the priest, but looking at it now, the priest seems a bit unreliable!

"Well, your friend lost his wife and you are sad..."

"It wasn't me, it was my friend who lost his wife, and he was the one who was sad." Speaking of this, the man regretted a little, got up and wanted to leave.

"Wait, sir, send a message to your friend. Since you're all so sad, why don't you come here for all the delicious and fun things while you still have time? Don't care about money or not. Anyway, you won't need it in the future." superior……"

Before Russell finished speaking, the man on the opposite side had already fled. He sighed, pushed the door and walked towards the church gate.

It has been almost a week since he came to the Los Angeles headquarters. At the beginning, he was thinking that the world mission might be triggered in the church, but now he has given up.

Outside the door, Sister Medellín took a broom to clean up the fallen leaves. She did this every day, as if she could never finish.

"Son, are you leaving?" Sister Medellin asked with a smile.

Russell was taken aback when he heard the words, and shook his head directly: "No, I'm tired from sitting, so come out and do some exercise."

"Coincidentally, I happened to be tired from activities and wanted to sit for a while." Sister Medellín showed an amiable smile and handed over the broom.

Silently, Russell took the broom and cleaned the fallen leaves on the ground. Sister Ma Dajindao of Medellin sat down on the stone steps, took out a Marlboro with a red and white shell, and began to puff.

Russell didn't notice that Sister Medellin had dedicated her life to her faith, she was a person worthy of respect, and a little flaw was harmless.

"Good boy, would you like one?"

"Uh, okay!" Russell wanted to refuse, but the cigarette had already been handed over, so he could only catch it in his hand.

Five seconds later, there was little white smoke, the old and the young sat side by side, and the broom was thrown on the ground.

"Sister Medellin, are there any devils and evil spirits in Los Angeles?" Russell began to say, the old nun is very qualified, and she doesn't look like a fool like Jacob, maybe she knows something.

Sister Medellín held a cigarette between her fingers and said solemnly, "There are two devils in Los Angeles. They are good at deceiving people and making people willing to fall into hell. Even the Lord has nothing to do with them."

"Who are they, where are they?" Russell asked impatiently.

"it's here!"

Sister Medellin raised her hand and tapped her chest: "One is called power, and the other is called money. Faith is vulnerable to two devils."

Russell: "..."

Sister Medellin threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, picked up the broom and continued to sweep the fallen leaves: "Son, go out if you want to, but remember to come back early, the night in Los Angeles is very dangerous."

"OK!"

Russell turned his head three times at a step, and looked at Sister Medellin suspiciously. Is this intelligence?

probably!

...

The church is located in the northwest of downtown Los Angeles, very close to the famous Hollywood. Russell drove there and visited the Avenue of Fame and Universal Studios.

I'm not very lucky, I didn't meet a beautiful star, and I may have a script at the director's and investor's house.

Of course, the fact that there are no beautiful stars does not mean that there are no beautiful women. After all, it is Hollywood, and there is no shortage of beautiful women in this place.

Russell ordered a glass of ice water in the cafe, and a blond stunner walked by the window, with a tall model-level figure and a high rate of turning heads. It's just that her companion is a bit out of place, an old Chinese man wearing a hat, the two of them quarrel while walking, it seems...the relationship is very good! ?

Russell's gaze moved with the two of them, until they disappeared at the corner of the street before slowly retracting. Where he could not see, the blond beauty was leaning against the wall to wipe off the cold sweat from her forehead.

"What's the matter, Bauer?" The old Chinese man was puzzled, and his partner's face was pale, as if he had suffered from heat stroke.

Recalling the sight from behind just now, the blond beauty had lingering fears in her heart: "Cruz, hurry back to Boston after this case is settled, Los Angeles is too dangerous."

Russell sat in the cafe for two hours, and did not leave until night fell and the street lights flickered. Instead of returning to the church, he drove around and gradually approached the direction of the city center.

Sister Medellin said that the night in Los Angeles is very dangerous, Russell decided to try to see how dangerous it is, will he go to hell at night?

He took out the Terminator sunglasses and put them on to cover the blue light in his eyes. The second-hand car avoided the brightly lit streets and drove on the dimly lit side roads.

In the middle of the night, Russell found nothing and stopped at a gas station to refuel. After a few hours, there was indeed a danger, but it was not what he imagined, and 911 could solve it.

At this time, three or five locomotives with loud sound came to the gas station. They were tough-guy high-handed motorcycles, but the riders had nothing to do with tough guys. They were red, blue, and the godfather who buried his beloved family. very strong.

The tattooed woman sitting in the back seat saw Russell wearing sunglasses at night, and gave him an international hand gesture. Russell smiled shyly and rolled up the window silently.

...

On the streets of Los Angeles at night, the colorful lights are confused, and the people who have been hollowed out by the devil are like walking dead, wandering back and forth with empty shells without faith, looking for the loneliness of the other half, and spending the unbearably empty late night.

Several locomotives roared past, and the blaring music made passers-by frown. They lined up in a row, either screaming, or howling with the music.

They didn't notice at all that a second-hand dilapidated car shuttled through the traffic, following behind them in a leisurely manner.

Russell was very lucky tonight, he saw a ghost at night, and he was of the same species as the ugly ghost in the border town of Mexico.

Ten minutes later, the locomotive turned a corner and drove into a deep alley. Members of the funeral family knocked on the large steel door embedded in the wall, took out a bunch of crumpled US knives, and were released by the black security guards in tight vests. go in.

Russell stopped the car, straightened his collar in front of the rearview mirror, looked like a dog, and felt full of security. Then he opened the door and walked towards the big steel door.

Painted lamps hung above the big iron gate at both ends of the street, and beside it was a large, stinking trash can.

Russell knocked on the iron door, and the hard-faced security guard frowned when he saw his priest's attire: "Sorry, we don't accept priests here."

Russell didn't speak, took out five Franklin cards, and spread them out in front of the security guard like poker.

The security guard swallowed: "Sir, this has nothing to do with money, it's a matter of principle!"

"Stop making trouble, buddy, I heard that there is a masquerade party here to become a priest..." Russell pointed to the outside of the street: "Also, the rules here are too rigid, I'll go buy a dress and change it on, It only takes five minutes, why bother?"

"No way, rules are rules..."

"Yes, you are indeed a principled person."

Russell adjusted his sunglasses, and added two more Franklin: "Except for the entry fee, the rest is yours."

Hearing this kind of questioning of professionalism, the security guard's complexion changed suddenly, and he grabbed Franklin in front of him, and fell hard into... his pocket.

"welcome!"

After letting Russell in, the security guard's face turned cold, and he took out the walkie-talkie: "Head, the monitoring of No. 2-3 is a little bit..."