Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 52 Church
"Borrowing money? Son, you haven't paid back the money you borrowed from me last time..."

"...!"

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

"...!"

"Son, who helped you block the bishop's questioning?"

"..."

When he mentioned borrowing money just now, a series of words suddenly sounded in the car, which made Yorks stunned for a while. Hearing the tone of the other party who wanted to continue talking, he couldn't help but gasped and stopped quickly.

"Stop! Old man, I have surrendered and surrendered. I just want to borrow some money to deal with the aftermath. What about you?"

These words sounded in the room far away in the sky, and the old man narrowed his eyes with a smile.

This brought a smile to the eyes of the middle-aged man who had been waiting by the bed, wearing a simple divine robe. Every time he was in contact with the child, the Pope felt more comfortable.

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

Hearing this, Yorks 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 equivalent to the endorsement of wiping his ass, otherwise he would not be as cool as he is now.

If he still wanted to stay in this country, what happened last night might really require the church to wipe his ass. If the first bombing was okay, the second bombing was indeed a bit bigger, completely destroying one-third of the sixth, seventh and eighth floors of the building.

According to the thinking of the previous life, this is a very serious and important event, and it is something that can make a country attach importance to it.

But this parallel world is not the ordinary world of the previous life, because of frequent supernatural events, such things are common.

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

At some point, when it comes to supernatural things like exorcism, official organizations will basically give in and be responsible for dispersing the crowd or dealing with the aftermath.

This situation is similar to something he has heard. In the Neon Country, their top exorcist has such power that the entire police system can serve her, disperse the residents in a large area with a certain reason, set up forbidden checkpoints, and be responsible for backup assistance in all situations.

That's why he likes to be a priest, not only because it is easier to get points, but also for this kind of unscrupulous convenience, otherwise he would have become a wanted criminal in the whole country.

"..."

"..."

"That's all. There's a guy who can turn into a human and run around playing judgment games."

Yorks remembered the pool of black blood and continued.

"Although I beat it away, and may have severely damaged it, it is inevitable that it will come out one day. I think the church needs to pay attention to this matter."

The old man was relieved to hear this. He looked at the middle-aged man next to him with a proud face, grabbed the microphone and knocked on the phone handle. The attributes of the old and the young were undoubtedly revealed.

"This is the child I personally served, isn't it amazing?"

The middle-aged man showed a helpless smile.

Seeing this, the old man smiled even brighter, and said into the phone microphone. "I'll let Gabriel pay more attention to this matter."

"Ah."

Yorks turned a corner and passed the intersection to the church one block away.

"Is there any old man left?"

The old man knew it well and smiled.

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

"Ah."

The corner of Yorks' mouth ticked. He was waiting for this sentence. As long as the old man said this, then he didn't need to do anything. Contact with official organizations, compensation, silence, etc., the church would naturally arrange for it.

Also because of this sentence, Yorks became more patient, and continued to chat for a while, as if he was chatting with a lonely old man for the rest of the day, and he did not make the concluding remarks 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 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's. He travels everywhere, and everyone envies him.

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

Recalling the previous contacts, Yorks also showed 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 to the second intersection and went straight to the street where the church was located.

It's just that the scene in front of him made him raise his eyebrows subconsciously. There were a large number of people at the entrance of the church, which was clean in the past.

Moreover, the composition of this group of people is also very simple, a bit of a family-friendly feeling, some men and women are close together, some bring a toddler running around all over the ground, and some even bring a girl who seems to be half-grown...

Yorks subconsciously raised the accelerator and let the car drive slowly. With a quick glance, he knew that these people were the people who survived the building last night. He mainly saw Officer Baker, his wife, Ms. Hardy, and Jeffrey...

"Stop laughing and joking in front of the priest from now on."

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

"Fortunately, I come here often and know that Father York is not as simple as it seems on the surface, otherwise..."

As she spoke, Ms. Hardy's eye circles instantly turned red, and she slapped the helpless Baker hard.

"What would Rose and I do if you weren't here?"

Baker's expression of helplessness grew stronger. He knew that men should not say anything at this time, just let his woman vent, let his woman slap, Baker looked at Jeffrey next to him and whispered.

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

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

"Tsk tsk, it's a level that we usually don't have access to."

Jeffrey didn't answer. He knew more than Baker. He wasn't really surprised by the warnings last night. For the sake of social stability, silence is definitely necessary.

After all, there are still many people who are atheists, and some people even play those supernatural live broadcasts that seek death, just like he has seen the so-called exorcism live broadcast before.

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

"Father Yorks is here!"

Just as Jeffrey thought of this, Baker's wife's cry interrupted his train of thought. He subconsciously turned around and saw the priest who made him make up his mind to get in touch more, walking from the right with a box and a backpack.

(End of this chapter)