Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 64 Residents and Police Officers

Scavenger, as the name suggests, is a kind of occupation, which refers to the cleaners in the city who are responsible for cleaning, collecting garbage and sending them to designated collection points.

But in the dark corners, there are also a group of people who call themselves scavengers.

However, this batch of shady scavengers are responsible for some kind of alternative clean-up work, and even responsible for erasing various traces of the crime scene, covering up evidence, and removing obstacles for the killer.

It is often possible to collect a considerable fee from the killer or the bounty offerer.

Recalling the phone call introduced by John, the God of Death, and the scavenger with an unusually low presence, Yorks took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hi, hello, this is Old Boy Cleaning Company, what do you need to clean up?"

Yorks subconsciously glanced at the dirt on the door. He had never been in the killer world of this world, so he didn't know what to say, whether to directly explain the corpse, or to use other words instead.

After thinking about it seriously, Yorks said calmly.

"Animal parts and some humanoid flesh, uh, and rotten tomatoes, uh, a lot of ketchup..."

"kindness?"

Apparently, the receptionist at the old boy cleaning company was taken aback by Yorks' words.

Yorks frowned slightly, a trace of doubt emerged in his heart, doubting the professionalism of this cleaning company.

Fortunately, the other party obviously reacted instantly, "Okay, sir, what is your address?"

Yorks stretched his brows and eyes, and said his address plus a confirmed name,

"...Pluto Church..."

"Pluto Church? Okay, sir, the cleaner will be there soon, please wait a moment, thank you for calling."

Hearing this, Yorks hung up the phone directly, feeling much better, but when he thought of the furniture inside, he still couldn't help rubbing his face.

"Hey, I have to close the door tomorrow and go out to do some shopping."

At this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded in my ears, which was more chaotic than before, vigilant and anxious.

Yorks' heart moved, instead of picking up the SHAK-12 next to him, he looked at the door about ten meters away.

Seven or eight seconds later, the first burst of exclamation sounded.

"My God! What happened?"

"..."

A group of people with guns appeared at the door, including old, middle-aged, and young people. They all held their own exclusive tone, shotguns, shotguns, etc. When they saw the blood and some dirt flowing outside, they rushed into the door anxiously.

"Father Yorks will be all right?"

"..."

As soon as the words of worry fell, they suddenly saw a tall priest in a robe sitting on the steps, looking at them with a smile on his face.

"Father Yorks?" They were all dumbfounded, and every face was full of bewilderment.

"Well, good evening, everyone."

Seeing these people wearing pajamas, seeing their anxious faces waiting in full battle, Yorks felt a little warmth in his heart.

These people are basically residents near the church. Even if you don’t look at it with the thinking of the previous life, it is really not in vain that he can be a priest so that the residents of the United States can come to help with guns.

"Uh?"

Everyone froze for a moment, and quickly put away their guns, as if guns were the original sin in front of the priest.

"Father Yorks, are you all right?"

The leader was an old man with the air of an old cowboy. He didn't even ask about the inhuman corpse on the ground. Instead, he asked about York's situation first.

Yorks shook his head and said with a smile, "Mr. Woodlow, I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

With that said, Yorks scanned around, looked at everyone in front of him one by one, and said seriously again.

"Thank you very much for coming here. Pluto Church will always remember this night. For it, a group of warriors dared to meet and face danger..."

This is too exaggerated but it sounds good. The people who already had faith looked at each other, their eyes were full of sparkles, and their faces were full of glory, as if they were really defending something important.

"Father, you are too kind."

The leading old man, Woodlow, clenched the grip of the shotgun, gave a dry cough, and gestured to the dirt and corpses at the door, regardless of the reason.

"Then... do these need our help?"

Yorks continued to shake his head and said gently,
"I've called the cleaning company."

Because of the American characteristics, everyone understood it instantly, and the old cowboy Woodrow raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Okay, then shall we go back?"

"Yeah." Yorks smiled and crossed himself on his chest.

"Good night, everyone, the Lord be with you, Amen."

Everyone hurriedly returned the gift,

"Good night, Father."

"..."

Watching Mr. Woodlow and his group leave, Yorks was also a little moved when he recalled what happened just now.

Generally speaking, he understands and remembers.

However, it was not just a matter of Mr. Woodlow and his group. The dazzling lights and sirens of the police cars appeared one after another after they had just left.

Yorks squinted his eyes, looking at the red and blue light in the distance, not panicking.

This is the norm in the United States. No matter what happens, the people of the United States call 911 first after ensuring their lives are safe.

Like Mr. Woodrow, they rushed over with guns, but they were rare and unusual. Of course, this also shows that he is quite competent as a priest in disguise.

"Lord, please remember my hard work!"

Yorks muttered in his heart, and walked towards the door. Just as he reached the door, three police cars had already parked on the opposite side of the street, and a group of police officers rushed out of the car with vigilant faces.

Body armor, a pistol in each hand, and even two police officers holding two rifles to accompany them, this is almost the equipment that an ordinary police officer is fully armed with.

But what surprised Yorks was that the leaders were two acquaintances, Baker and Jeffrey...

"Be vigilant! Pay attention to safety!"

Jeffrey, who was the leader, waved his hand and took the lead in rushing towards the church.

Jeffrey's face was extremely solemn, but he didn't think that the priest would be in trouble. A person who can deal with demons would only be a blow to ordinary people.

He is wide awake.

Sure enough, just as he expected, the priest in the priest's robe was already standing by the door of the church waiting for them.

"stop!"

Jeffrey stopped the rhythm immediately.

The police officers behind him looked at each other, looked at the priest over there, and stopped sensible.

"Baker."

Jeffrey gestured to Baker and asked him to take charge here.

Baker understood the meaning and nodded immediately.

Seeing this, Jeffrey put away the Glock 19 and strode towards the priest standing by the church door...

"Officer Jeffrey?"

After watching the whole process, looking at Jeffrey who walked up to him, Yorks smiled lightly.

"How will you be here?"

According to Jeffrey's situation, the area he is responsible for should be in the center of New York, not this suburb.

Jeffrey glanced at the bloody and fleshy pieces by the door, and even the inhuman corpses, without asking why, he talked about another topic.

"Well... Father Yorks, I have taken over the job of Sheriff Boris."

(End of this chapter)