Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 65 Majors
"Boris?"

Yorks was a little surprised now, and looked at Jeffrey carefully.

Boris is regarded as the secret contact of the official organization to connect with the church.

In some special or supernatural events, he has the right to ask Boris to provide backup help or convenience, and he is also responsible for helping solve supernatural events when Boris asks for help.

Now the connected person has been replaced by Jeffrey.

But Yorks thought about it again, and felt that it made sense. After all, Jeffrey in front of him had some connection with him, at least he was the one he personally saved.

"Yes."

Jeffrey showed a smile on his face, looked at the priest he respected in front of him and smiled.

"Father Yorks, if you need help with anything in the future, you can tell me, and I will definitely do it seriously."

Yorks raised his eyebrows slightly, he could sense Jeffrey's seriousness, and he could also understand what the other party meant, so he habitually crossed himself and said seriously.

"I will, Officer Jeffrey."

"Yeah." Jeffrey took a deep breath and tilted his head to look at the blood and corpses at the back door.

"So do you need our help here?"

Seeing Jeffrey like this, Yorks couldn't help thinking of Mr. Woodlow and the others before, and smiled slightly.

"No, I've already called the cleaning company, and they should come over later."

"Ah..." Jeffrey raised his head. He is usually in charge of homicides and knows more than ordinary people.

"I understand."

"Ah."

Yorks smiled unchanged and began to see off the guests.

"Officer Jeffrey, thank you for coming."

There were three police cars, and those shady scavengers might not dare to come over.

Jeffrey understood in seconds and nodded slightly.

"Good night, Father Yorks, we are closing up."

Yorks crossed himself.

"Good night, Officer Jeffrey, I wish you a sweet dream, the Lord be with you."

"Thank you."

Jeffrey took one last look at the door, nodded, turned around and strode away.

Under Yorks' watchful eyes, he waved his hand, led all his men back into the police car, and left the spot in a short while.

Seeing this, Yorks looked to the right, and at this moment, two vehicles that looked like cleaning vehicles appeared quietly and stopped slowly in front of him.

The first one to get out of the car was a thin old man who wore a fisherman's hat at night. He came to Yorks, took off his hat to reveal a head of hair that was too short and all white, and said respectfully.

"Father Yorks, it's a pleasure to see you again."

Yorks passed the old man's side and looked behind him. A group of burly men holding various cleaning tools seemed a bit strange, but very attractive.

"Well, me too, Charlie."

With that said, Yorks stepped aside and gestured for the messy doorway.

"Can you clean it up a bit?"

The old man named Charlie smiled subtly, "No problem, Father Yorks."

After finishing speaking, the old man pinched the right hand of the fisherman's hat and waved it lightly.

A total of ten burly men behind him rushed out with various cleaning tools and walked into the church slowly.

Two people deal with the blood, organs, and corpses at the door.

The remaining eight people walked in.

Seeing the opening and closing, but the movements are very quick and clean, Yorks looked at the old man waiting beside him.

"Charlie, how much?"

Hearing this, the old man Charlie hesitated for a moment, those scavengers who serve killers usually receive coins circulating in the killer world.

If you really want to exchange them on an equal basis, you need one coin for one thing, one coin for a corpse, one coin for a request, and even one coin for a glass of wine.

"This……"

The old man subconsciously glanced at the priest next to him. He knew that the priest must have no coins. Through the currency-to-coin exchange ratio, he tentatively stated a price.

"100?"

"kindness?"

Yorks was stunned, his current net worth is only more than 200 million, and it costs 100 million to clean these few corpses and some ketchup. Does this mean he is being wronged?
Looking at the old man Charlie next to him, Yorks frowned slightly, and under the mood swings, a huge aura naturally rose.

"Are you sure it's 100?"

"Yes, Father Yorks..."

Old man Charlie just wanted to explain the situation on their side, but the feeling that followed made his pupils shrink. At this moment, he only felt a certain change in the priest next to him.

The tall figure slowly growing like Mount Tai seemed to be pressing towards him.

Just for a moment, the old man Charlie only felt that he could no longer breathe. While the heart in his body was beating wildly, his brain was soaring that it was going to explode.

The mountain-like heavy pressure instantly plunged him into a magical high-pressure zone.

"Charlie?"

The old man's change was a bit obvious, and Yorks immediately noticed it, and quickly put away the mental power that was quietly released, and a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Because in his previous life, when it came to money, he was always a little bit attached.

"call……"

The pressure disappeared in an instant, and the old man Charlie suddenly felt like a dream. He took a deep breath and fell to the ground. He looked up and looked more and more unfamiliar. It seemed that the priest he met for the first time was left with palpitations and fear in his heart. He only felt that this was a very terrifying existence.

"Sorry, Charlie, my fault."

Yorks felt a little apologetic, and stretched out his hand to forcefully grab the avoiding hand of the old man Charlie, pulling him up.

"The main reason is that I don't have much money now, can you make it a little cheaper? Give me a discount of 50?"

After going through such a wave, how could the old man refuse, and he didn't even dare to talk about the rules and regulations on their side.

"Yes, yes, yes, Father."

Seeing Charlie, the old man who had become more humble and quietly moved away a few steps, Yorks twitched his lips, and could understand the other party's feelings.

The average mental power of ordinary people is only ten points, but his mental power is already eight times the norm. To explain it in the simplest sentence, it is probably that he has a domineering look.

Fortunately, he can control the mental power, and he can also selectively control the output, otherwise he can't go anywhere.

Thinking of this, Yorks looked at the frightened old man Charlie and said helplessly.

"Excuse me, Charlie, can you give me an account number? I will transfer the money tomorrow."

The old man Charlie carefully took out a pen and paper from the pockets on both sides of his coat, wrote an account number, and handed it over, his tone more respectful than before.

"Father Yorks, this is our account, you can transfer the money anytime."

"Ah."

Yorks took it without hesitation, and didn't bother to explain what just happened to the old man Charlie. The world of ordinary people, even those in special industries, was indeed too far away from him.

"Okay, Charlie."

Charlie nodded obediently, and saluted with his hat on his chest.

Yorks didn't care, and let the old man Charlie quietly take a few steps away, looking at the door.

At some point, the two cleaners responsible for cleaning the door had disappeared.

Yorks raised his eyebrows slightly. In his eyes, the door had been restored to its original state. Even the blood stains on the door, the debris on the side and other difficult-to-clean things disappeared without a trace. Overall, it was no different from usual.

Before Yorks figured out how to clean it up, the two cleaners who had just disappeared and the eight cleaners who were cleaning inside came out one after another holding a corpse wrapped in membranes.

Watching these calm-looking cleaners neatly move one corpse after another into the cleaning truck, Yorks couldn't help but think of the introduction of John, the god of death, to them.

"specialized……"

(End of this chapter)