Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 66 The Coming John

"It's already 22 o'clock, what's the name of that live broadcast account? This time should be the time of the live broadcast..."

While the cleaners were still cleaning up, Yorks took advantage of his spare time to start dealing with unfinished business.

It's nothing, just to confirm the live broadcast of the exorcism.

Going back to church meant to deal with it first, but the ensuing shootout interrupted his rhythm.

Yorks clicked on the live broadcast station familiarly, and searched for the account of the exorcism live broadcast room.

The shootout that happened just now is at best a trivial matter and seasoning that is not worth mentioning in life.

Paranormal events are where he really takes things seriously.

No matter how I watched the live broadcast of the exorcism, I felt that there would be big problems in the future.

Especially when he knew that "Satan" was looking for him, he always thought of this exorcism live broadcast from time to time.

This is a feeling that comes on a whim, and Yorks generally treats this feeling seriously.

For a person like him, a whim can never be explained by an illusory feeling or a pure physiological reaction, and the probability of being accurate is frighteningly high.

Recalling the string of numbers, Yorks quickly found the live broadcast room of the exorcism.

What makes him happy is that this live broadcast room has been banned.

"Well done."

For the mysterious office in the church, Yorks rarely praised in his heart.

I'm afraid those in the church also sensed the risk.

At this time, the cleaning work seemed to be coming to an end, and those burly men had already come out with various cleaning tools.

"Father Yorks, all the cleaning has been done." Charlie, the old man who had been staying away, appeared in front of him, holding a black fisherman's hat on his chest.

"Would you like to check first?"

Yorks put away his mobile phone, glanced at the burly men who got into the car one after another, and nodded.

"it is good."

Be sure to check, the 50 cannot be spent in vain, but once inside, Yorks realized the gold content of the word "professional".

How to call professional, this is professional.

After the cleaning and tidying up by those scavengers, the doorway was back to normal, and even the corpses and blood in the hall of the main building, including some indescribable fragments, bullet casings, firearms and even the wooden fragments of the benches, had disappeared without a trace.

What's important is that they also restored the messy benches to their original positions, clean and tidy, and if the half-rotten benches were removed, it would not look like there was a gun battle here.

After watching such a circle, for the first time, Yorks had the illusion that the 50 was worth it, and even 100 million could be given.

Thinking of those ten burly men with calm faces but extremely quick movements, Yorks silently gave a five-star index in his heart.

"You have a nice cleaner, Charlie."

The old man Charlie rarely showed a smile, "As long as you are satisfied,"

As he said that, the old man Charlie glanced secretly at the priest who told him to change his original impression, and then said cautiously.

"So, let's go back first? Father."

Hearing this, Yorks withdrew his inspection gaze,

"Well, I'll see you off."

The premises moved outside again.

The old man Charlie was sitting in the passenger seat facing him, still holding his fisherman hat on his chest, bowing his head in respect.

"Good night, Father Yorks."

"Good night, Charlie."

Yorks nodded and watched the two cleaning vehicles leave before turning around and entering the church with his SHAK-12, ready to pray before going back.

Prayer in the morning announces the beginning of the day, and it is natural to end it with prayer in the evening. Only in this way can the day be considered complete and he can close the door and go back to rest with peace of mind.

Put the SHAK-12 back in place, turn off the dazzling overhead light, and light a white candle that is about to burn to the bottom to increase the atmosphere.

Yorks glanced at the statue of Jesus who seemed to be listening quietly, and then at the hall illuminated only by candlelight, and just sat on the front bench and prayed with his fists in his hands.

Nothing else, at most, it was about telling what happened today and confessing what happened just now, so that the altar in the hall was bloodied, but after speaking in a few words, Yorks still didn't hear the prompt sound of the reward, and Yorks felt a little regretful.

Sometimes, praying every morning and evening can actually trigger some random rewards, and there is a high probability that there will be none tonight.

Looking at the eternal statue of Jesus, Yorks breathed a sigh of relief, ready to get up and go home.

But for some reason, there were a lot of things tonight, and the sound of heavy footsteps rang in his ears again.

Yorks subconsciously stopped and looked towards the door.

"John John?"

Everyone has their own walking habits, and by extension, everyone's footsteps are of course different.

And this kind of heavy and strangely light footsteps is the footsteps that only Johan, a god of death, can come out with that kind of figure.

Sure enough, a somewhat bulky-looking man appeared at the door.

Wearing a black suit, with flowing black hair, unshaven mouth, rough face but clear outline, revealing a firm and calm temperament, deep and focused eyes,
This is not John Wick, the God of Killing who gave me my dog's life, who else.

Seeing his calm eyes, he nodded.

"Father Yorks."

Seeing the familiar image in the previous life, Yorks rarely showed a sincere smile, and glanced at his abdomen. With the sound of footsteps and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke, he could feel that John might be hurt a little.

"John! How are you doing these days?"

"Ah."

John Wick nodded, continued to walk heavily, walked to the bench next to Yorks and sat down, first crossed himself in front of the Jesus statue.

"Father, I'm sorry for what happened here, I've paid for the cleaning."

Yorks still smiled, and didn't intend to ask why the other party knew about it so quickly.
After all, the intelligence of the killer world is exchanged with each other. Not only is the Grizzly Bear Gang tracking down John, but John may also be tracking down the Grizzly Bear Gang.

It is not difficult to imagine that there is a high probability that the old man Charlie told John.

"How much did you pay?"

"50."

"Well, this is indeed the agreed price."

"I will compensate all the losses in the church," John Wick continued without stopping.

"And get rid of the Grizzlies too."

This resolutely said, Yorks smiled, completely in line with the impression in his mind, the John Wick in this parallel world belongs to the stern, tit-for-tat style,

Otherwise, I can't do a series of things like paying back my dog's life.

Thinking of the series of movies he had seen in his previous life, Yorks did not pretend to refuse, although the Grizzly Gang was just a small ant that could be crushed to death for him.

"John, do you need my help?"

John Wick shook his head, looked at the statue of Jesus and said calmly, "Father, if possible, I hope you don't interfere."

Hearing this, combined with the impression of his previous life, Yorks only felt that this seemingly cumbersome God of Death might really be going to kill him tonight...

"John," Yorks asked again, gesturing to his stomach.

"Are you sure you're really okay?"

"Ah."

John Wick nodded, stood up immediately, and said seriously to the priest in front of him.

"Father Yorks, goodbye."

(End of this chapter)