Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 918 "Competitors"

  When the Vatican sun gradually fell below the horizon, the Los Angeles sun was hanging high in the sky.

  For most people, this is just an ordinary and ordinary morning, 59 degrees Fahrenheit, with a third-grade breeze, very suitable for exercise.

  However, this day is extraordinary for the Millers.

   Their granddaughter, 18-year-old Angela Warren, committed suicide by jumping off the building this morning.

  The floor they live on is actually not high, but when she jumped out of the window, a car happened to pass downstairs.

  She became a dead soul under the car. Although the body was removed, a large pool of blood was left on the scene. When Mills arrived, the police had already pulled the cordon, and there were onlookers everywhere outside the line.

  He took a cup of coffee, opened the cordon and walked in. The intern who was responsible for protecting the scene immediately stopped him.

   "What are you doing?" the intern asked.

  "Do you know who I am?" Mills pointed to himself, with a superior attitude.

   "I don't know you." The intern looked at him up and down, and hesitated to say.

  "When I was a detective in this neighborhood, you were still learning to change diapers in elementary school. Who is in charge of the scene today?"

   "I can't let you in, this is the rule." The intern said firmly.

  Mills bypassed him and wanted to break into that apartment.

  The intern hurriedly pulled him.

  Just as the two people were pulling and pulling, a black police officer who was obviously overweight and had a waist twice as thick as a normal person appeared at the entrance of the apartment.

   "Let him in." The black police officer said, "I know him."

  The young intern then stopped pestering Mills.

  Mills pulled his trench coat and walked towards the black police officer.

  "How have you been lately, O'Sullivan." Mills reached out to the black police officer.

   "You know you are no longer in the police force." O'Sullivan said officially, holding the folder.

   "I'm still a detective when I'm not in the police force. What happened here?"

  "Why are you doing this? Are you working for a newspaper now?"

   "No, I am working for the church, and my boss is God."

  O'Sullivan's face couldn't be more weird.

   "I am a private investigator." Mills explained, "The church hired me to investigate someone."

"who's that person?"

   "Angela Warren, does it sound familiar." Mills pretended to drink coffee, but his blue eyes kept staring at O'Sullivan.

   "What do you know?"

  "Tell me what you know first. My employer pays attention to privacy."

  O’Sullivan stared at Mills, then glanced at the civilians onlookers, and led him to the apartment.

  At this time, the police officers were taking notes for the neighbors, and wanted to ask them what they knew. They arrived near the fire exit and there was no one there. O’Sullivan leaned on the window and told Mills.

   "I know that your last case has something to do with Catholicism. I think you should stay away from those people."

  "Are you my parent now? Even intervene in the issue of making friends?"

   "Don't be so unkind."

   "Our time is precious, have you been promoted?" Mills stared at the badge on the shoulder of the O'Sullivan system and said.

   "If you don't go to New York, you can do the same as me." O'Sullivan said.

   "I'm not here to tell you the old." Mills said impatiently.

   "Your temper is still the same." O'Sullivan shook his head and said, "Turn around."

   "What are you doing?"

"Search." O'Sullivan turned Mills rudely, facing him against the wall, and then searched from the ankle. There was something hard in Mills' jacket pocket. O'Sullivan took him. Come out, it's a box of nicotine gum.

  "Quit smoking." Mills pointed to the dull gum in his mouth, "You should try it too."

  O'Sullivan returned the gum to Mills.

"Mrs. Warren and her ex-husband divorced. Angela went to Detroit during the spring break. After returning, she started to speak Latin. So she believed that Angela was possessed by the devil." O'Sullivan shook his head and said, "There is someone Believe in this thing."

"and then?"

  "The Holy See had to wait a long time to make an appointment with an exorcist, so she found an ‘independent operator’ through the Internet..."

   "Wait, what is an independent operator?"

  "Ghostbusters, this supplier is based in Canada. Open their official website to book their exorcism service online. They sent an investigator to evaluate Angela, and he hypnotized her."

   "Then she jumped the window to commit suicide under his hypnosis?"

   "No, on the contrary, the investigator was hypnotized by her, and his memory appeared blank. He can't remember her memory of jumping in front of the window."

  At this moment, a policeman collecting evidence came down from the stairs, and O'Sullivan immediately stopped him.

  There is a tape recorder in the evidence bag. O'Sullivan took it and started playing the contents.

   "I said I won't hurt you." A man said, "Now I will let you loose, please nod if you agree..."

  O’Sullivan fast-forwarded the tape.

"Very good..." a girl said, "Maybe for you, the world is full of unknowns. You don't know what will happen tomorrow, or even what will happen next minute, but I can answer your questions as long as you follow what I said. Do it."

   "I thought she could speak Latin." Mills asked.

"She can speak Latin, but it is not her voice that speaks Latin, but the voice of an old man." O'Sullivan curled his lips and pressed the pause button. It's strange that I met for the first time."

   Then O'Sullivan pressed the play button again.

   "Knowing the future, can I change it?" the man asked.

   "You can't change anything." The little girl said, "All of us are prisoners."

   "Since I know the future cannot be changed, then I don't want to know." The man said.

   "This can't be done by you." The girl said, "You have to pay for me if you call me."

   "Sounds like a ghost story." Mills said with a smirk.

   Just then, a man's voice chanting Latin appeared on the tape.

  It didn’t take long for the man’s voice to disappear. There was only a chaotic noise. O’Sullivan fast-forwarded the tape.

   "FlecteresinequeoSuperos, Acherontamovebo."

  The man’s voice yelled, and then he heard the sound of cracking windows and the girl’s screams. A few seconds later, he heard the sound of heavy objects falling and the brakes of the car.

  O'Sullivan pressed the stop button.

   "The only people in that room were the two of them, and this tape was proof that Stevenson was innocent. Do you think the district attorney would believe it?"

   "What's the last sentence?" Mills asked.

"That's not Latin." O'Sullivan mentioned his belt and said, "There is a German intern in the evidence group. She said that it is German, "If I can't reach heaven, I will go to hell," from Flo. Ide’s book."

  Mills opened his eyes wide.

   "Lucifer?" he asked as if to himself.

   "What?" O'Sullivan asked in a high voice.

   "Come on, you don't know who Luxifa is?"

"Of course I know who Lucifer is." O'Sullivan looked around and said in a voice of only two people. meaning."

   "So you plan to write that Stevenson used hypnotism to make Angela jump off the building?"

   "I don't know." O'Sullivan looked at the sunny street outside the window. "The big guy calls this city the city of angels. I don't know if I should believe in the existence of angels and demons."

   "Believe it or not, it should exist and will exist." Mills said in a weird tone, "God created them before they created us."

   "Do you believe that rhetoric now?"

   "You are right, these can't be included in the report." Mills smiled and said, "It's so funny."

  (End of this chapter)