life as a police officer in america

Why do federal police want to change church service times, and what happens from 8 a.m. to 12 p.m.?

Wang Dengming didn't know why.

Moreover, the modification time set by the old hunter did not say when it would end, nor how many days it would take for the mass time of the town residents to return to normal.

The problem lies in the fact that the old hunter is not talking about life and death, and Master Qin is pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Is there anyone in Gumeng Town who knows something about these strange and bizarre events?

The sick rabbit Qin actually refused to help.

Wang Dengming was drinking tea in the office while cursing Master Qin. Suddenly, he thought of someone.

Rodriguez de Silva, a Mexican at No. 27 John Street, had a similar occupation to Father Qin and called himself a warlock.

The last time Master Qin was beaten, Garcia suspected that it was him, but Wang Dengming ruled it out.

Garcia said that the man liked to pretend to be ghosts and make a living by charging fees to exorcise ghosts from people.

Wang Dengming's memory bank appeared in his situation again.,

He was caught by Barak and sentenced to four years on charges of obstructing police enforcement, contempt of court, and insulting the prosecutor.

That man looked unworthy of the people. When Balak arrested him, he cursed Balak. Wang Dengming only saw him twice and left a deep impression on him.

His appearance appeared in front of Wang Dengming's eyes.

He is only forty years old, but he has sparse white hair.

A broad chin, stubby eyebrows, a straight bridge of nose, and a pair of slightly blue eyes with a hint of gray.

His body is not thin, but his face has almost no muscles. His sunken eye sockets hide a pair of slightly blue and slightly gray eyes. When he looks at people, his two eyes make people look...

shudder.

A very mysterious look, even more mysterious than when a wild wolf stares at its prey.

If we count time, this person has been released for more than two months after serving his sentence.

Should I pay a visit?

Just leave.

The police car arrived at No. 27 John Street. This road is relatively remote and is one of the earliest streets in the town of Alasgumen.

There is another street in the town also called John Street, with a word added in front, called New John Street.

Compared to New John Street, Wang Dengming seldom patrols this street. Not only are more than 90% of the houses on this street old, but the streets are so bumpy that when the police cars drive in, they feel like they are sitting on a violently shaking boat.

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No one from the police department likes to patrol this street.

If you are shooting a cowboy western movie, this street is definitely the best location in Alaska.

The permanent residents of Old John Street are relatively sparse compared to other parts of the town. Some of them are elderly people, some are poor Americans, and others are drug addicts and the like.

No. 27 is a single-storey house with a brick and wood structure.

There are three ancient trees surrounding No. 27.

There is a small lawn in front of No. 27 without a fence. There used to be one here, but it was demolished after the fence rotted away.

The lawn was not mowed, and the green grass grew lush and lush, as if no one had lived in the house for a long time.

There is a beaten path in the middle of the lawn, which shows that this house is occupied.

Next to the lawn, there was a rusty Toyota car parked. Judging from the appearance, it was a scrapped vehicle, or one that was about to be scrapped.

The windshield of the vehicle was scraped into two arcs by the wipers. There was a huge difference between the areas that were wiped and the areas that were not. The area outside the area swept by the wipers was frighteningly dirty.

Therefore this car is still in use.

Wang Dengming got out of the car, walked across the white path, and knocked on the door.

The wooden door had decayed, and the homeowner reinforced it with a thin iron sheet.

Bang bang bang, knock on this door, the echo is loud.

"Who?"

A slightly older voice asked.

"police."

"What's the matter, officer?"

"Can we open the door before we talk?"

After about half a minute, the door opened.

A stream of air with an unknown smell rushed straight into Wang Dengming's nose.

"Police officer, have I committed another crime?"

Yes, that's him, Rodriguez de Silva.

Today, he has not changed much compared to the past two years, but he is unkempt and disheveled, the vest he is wearing is rotten, and a hole appears in his chest, exposing his sternum and shriveled muscles.

Wang Dengming turned his head and took a look, and was immediately startled. His den was as messy as a dog's kennel, and there were some weird things everywhere.

Statues of Jesus, icons, statues of Death, skulls, undead sculptures, witchcraft dolls, dolls, lizard skins, turtle skins, herbs, copper figures, aluminum figures, toys, dry weeds, giant insect specimens, strange

Beautiful stones, all kinds of glass bottles, and all kinds of disgusting things soaked in liquid in the glass bottles, snakes, birds, frogs, scorpions, etc.

There is also a steel frame there, which is 80% steel, and each floor is filled with dirty, indescribable things that make Wang Dengming disgusted.

"Oh my God!"

Wang Dengming couldn't help but let out a heartfelt exclamation.

"This is just my personal collection. I like it. Officer, you won't arrest me for this, right?"

This 'also' was the reason why Barak arrested him.

One of the reasons why Barak arrested him was that he was too evil and a danger to the public order. His room was filled with items from the Sonora witchcraft market. The neighbors were frightened and complained against him.

Therefore, Barak wanted to drive him out of the town of Alasgumen.

"No one's complaining about me now, officer."

he added.

Yes, no one has complained about him. His neighbors have all moved away, and the nearest neighbor is at least 100 meters away from him.

"I'm not here to catch you, don't worry."

"Then are you here to divine fortune? Or are you asking me to exorcise demons, or are you here to channel spirits?"

"I have a question to ask."

"Then I will charge a fee. Since you are a policeman, help me buy some bread, fried chicken legs and the like, and three bottles of beer. Thank you."

"you"

"I haven't eaten for two days and it's hard to do business."

Wang Dengming then went to the supermarket to buy him some food and came back. He bought a big bag worth fifty dollars of food.

While he was eating, Wang Dengming began to look at his collection.

"I have a question. They say that a Mexican warlock only needs a black doll, some thread, a human bone and a toad to kill a person. Is that true?"

The warlock didn't answer. He was too hungry and wolfed down his food.

"Add the green light of the Prince of Darkness, tie the doll and human bones together, stuff them into the toad's throat, seal its mouth, bury them together in the cemetery, and recite appropriate spells.

Killing someone, right?"

The Mexican still didn't answer. He was drinking and drinking loudly.

"I have a question for you, Mr. Mexico."