I'm a priest in North America, and I'm my own god.

"Yes, yes, I should call the local police station and ask them to check the situation for me first!"

With trembling hands, Watson began to dial the number of the local police station over there, because his mother lived far away from here and it was impossible to get there so quickly.

If he could regret it, he would definitely not go so long without calling his mother after the quarrel.

"Hello, I suspect that 69-year-old Jenny Smith at 188 Oran Avenue is in danger...

Yes...I am her son Watson Smith...Yes, thank you! "

After hanging up the phone, Watson slumped on the spot as if he was exhausted.

If someone else had told the news, Watson's reaction might not have been so big.

But the priest in front of him was no ordinary person. He really eliminated the devils in hell, and miraculously kept the fatal patient's injuries stable. He is still alive today.

This was magical, so magical that he clearly knew that he was no ordinary person and that his words really had weight.

"A very miraculous perception ability, worthy of being a priest who can destroy devils!"

Someone applauded and walked in.

A white man and a black man came in. The white man was wearing a suit and the black man was wearing a jacket.

To be honest, there are not many opportunities to see black people in Texas, unless you are in Houston or several other industrial cities.

In remote farming and pasture areas like theirs, they are all reserved for old white people, and the opportunities to see black people are simply very few.

The one who was clapping and talking now was the slightly older white man, who walked in with a smile.

"I thought you were going to stop at the door and watch a little longer!"

Chen Yuan also said with a smile. The meaning of this sentence was very clear. He had already seen someone standing outside the door.

James finally heard it. These two people came uninvited and stood outside the door snooping for a long time. They came with a purpose.

"Sorry sir, this is private property. It's rude to enter without permission!"

He took a step forward and said.

The black man in the jacket suddenly took out his ID, flashed it in front of his eyes and said coldly: "FBI agent, sir, please cooperate!"

But James was so old and had never seen anything before, so he sneered.

"This is Texas, and even the FBI has no authority to enter private property without a warrant.

Excuse me, where is your search warrant? "

The black guy in the jacket wants to say something else.

This was true in the past, but in recent years, without a search warrant, it is not uncommon for someone to break into someone's house and kill them.

When did they fail?

But the white man next to him was older and smoothed things over with a smile. After all, this was Texas.

"I thought this was a church, and you could enter as long as the door was open!"

With one sentence, James was stopped talking.

Chen Yuan stepped forward with a smile: "I don't know if the two agents came to pray or for other matters.

I can say it directly. I heard that people here are very straightforward and don't like to beat around the bush! "

From the moment the two men showed their IDs, he knew that Erythiktun and the rift between hell and earth had finally attracted attention.

"I guess I'm curious as to what news Mr. Watson Smith finally got.

I even want to know if Father Ryan is really so magical and can predict many things like this. "

The white man introduced himself with a smile: "My name is Frank, FBI agent.

This is my colleague Otter King. If you dislike his name being too long, you can just call him King. "

Black people's names don't have any outstanding meaning, but this white person's name is inexplicably familiar.

Frank, in many of America's film and television works, is the figure at the top of the pyramid in terms of strength.

Therefore, even if it is just the same name, you should have a little respect for the other person's profession.

I am not a native of Texas, so I don't have such strong self-confidence that I dare to confront the FBI agents.

Therefore, Chen Yuan smiled and nodded.

“This is indeed a church, and you are welcome to visit or pray.

Please take a seat! "

He reached out and motioned for them to sit on the seats they had just purchased.

"Actually, it is impossible for me to have the ability to predict things.

What happened to Mr. Watson's family has already happened, and he prayed to me to become a believer in the god I believe in.

I didn’t meet the conditions of filial piety, but the promptings from the gods made me feel something.

Apart from that, there is no such magical so-called precognitive ability.

I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the two agents! "

Chen Yuan now focuses on honesty.

Some things cannot be recognized carelessly, and some words cannot be spoken carelessly.

Some cows should not be bragged.

Although Chen Yuan is not good at it, he is still a person who has experienced two worlds. Although he is not well-informed, he has been in the collecting world for a few days and understands what it means to be human and sophisticated in doing things.

Just like now.

The two federal investigators in front of him must be looking for him because of Elysiktun and the gap between hell and the human world that the god of hungry ghosts said.

Whether you participate in this kind of thing depends on your own ability.

And in this kind of thing, don't brag or take too much responsibility, otherwise you will not be able to bear the consequences.

not to mention.

I don't have this miraculous ability to predict the future, and I can't force it on myself.

That's not how you brag. Even if it's for missionary purposes, you wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

“In the past two days, the FBI has searched for your entry information and what information it can find.

Mr. Chen Yuan, you are not a priest, you are just an Eastern collector.

A little money, but not a lot!

Moreover, your collection only started in the past eight months.

You have a wealth of antique knowledge and have never looked past it.

In your collecting world, or in the Eastern collecting world, admitting something wrong or making a mistake is called eye-catching, right?

You have never failed.

And you traveled thousands of miles, taking a plane from the East to Houston, and then came to Rainbow Town.

When purchasing that pair of high-quality antique armor, I deliberately used tricks to trick Mr. Buck and let him package other items and sell them to you.

So in fact, that armor, and it was a modern imitation armor, was not worth $50,000 at all.

The target you paid such a high price for is actually items other than armor that are truly valuable.

You are a figure in the collecting world.

My favorite is what you Orientals call picking up leaks.

Since you can spend 50,000 yuan to pick up leaks.

Then the return must be more than ten times or even a hundred times.

But this is the way you do things in the Eastern collecting world, but the transaction is on our side.

America's laws are different from yours.

Therefore, we have the right to consider that you are now suspected of fraud, and may also confiscate illegally obtained property.

Do you think I can think so?

Mr. Chen, or...Mr. Ryan! "