Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 83 Old Mike

In a supernatural event, if the person concerned is not dead, it is relatively simple to trace the cause, and it may even trigger the possibility of a random task.

But Frankie Lunch died, so Yorks could only go to a certain place according to the original plan, to see his friends and at the same time sell the spiritual powder he got by chance.

Soon, Yorks arrived at the target location, a 24-hour convenience store whose address is still Stanford.

Taking a look at the seemingly empty convenience store because there was no one around, Yorks parked the car in an empty space, picked up his phone and stopped the playback of the recording.

At this moment, the rear seat was unusually quiet.

"The effect of the three-point spiritual enchantment can only last for three hours?"

Yorks glanced back at the back seat, ignoring the carriers of the evil spirits like Annabelle dolls, and took the bluetooth speaker back.

After about three hours of playing, Yorks could no longer perceive the existence of divine energy on the Bluetooth speaker.

"With this form of consumption, a little mental power is equivalent to an hour's effect?"

With the result of such an experiment, Yorks looked at the Annabelle doll with more kind eyes.

"Give me a good time, I will rely on you from now on."

Satisfied, Yorks picked up the backpack on the passenger seat, said this to the empty back seat, and then got out of the car.

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Like a traveler, Yorks slung a backpack larger than a hiking backpack on his shoulders and entered the 24-hour convenience store.

It is no different from the convenience store in perception. There are a variety of products in front of it. Next to it is the cash register. A dark-skinned middle-aged man is standing. When he sees Yorks, he bows his head to show respect.

"Father Yorks, you haven't been here for a long time."

"Ah."

Yorks responded casually, lifted the backpack on his shoulder like an ordinary satchel, and walked towards the deep wall.

"Todd, open the door for me."

"Ok!"

The cashier named Todd, while responding, pressed the Y key on the keyboard under the computer with his right hand.

When Yorks just walked in front of the wall, the white wall creaked and split into a space the size of a small door, revealing the elevator inside.

This scene, which seems strange to ordinary people, is normal in the eyes of Yorks. Everything in front of him is a way to prevent ordinary people from entering by mistake.
As Rowling said earlier, ordinary people have a world of ordinary people, and people who are different from ordinary people naturally have their own world.

Yorks stepped in, the small door closed automatically, and the elevator automatically moved to take him to his destination.

Six seconds later.

When the door in front of him opened automatically, what Yorks saw was a passage full of red light. The decoration of the passage was inclined to the layout of a bar, and the music inside could be vaguely heard.

Thinking of a certain guy's habit, Yorks shook his head, walked out of the elevator and walked into the corridor. As he walked deeper and deeper, the music sounded louder and louder.

rock, country...

Listening to the music, walking to the end, everything suddenly becomes clear.

Stopping at the edge of the corridor, Yorks narrowed his eyes slightly with his backpack in his hand.

On the top is a convenience store, and on the bottom is a layout similar to that of a Qing bar, where everything that a boutique Qing bar should have is available.

The long and narrow bar counter is filled with shelves full of various wine bottles, and booths composed of sofas are scattered in pairs.

At a glance, there are indeed guests in every deck, either playing cards, drinking, or sitting quietly listening to music, or communicating,

There are men and women, but the guests are not necessarily real human beings.

Smelling the vague scent of lava, Yorks walked down the steps calmly, carrying the backpack that had become extremely small under his body.

Rock music was playing, and the tall and strong priest had already attracted everyone's attention.
When Yorks walked all the way, there was a synchronized rhythm in the audience, that is, everyone stopped what they were doing.

However, except for some people who are not familiar with the situation, these people diverted their eyes after just meeting each other.
Curiosity, surprise, fear, stiffness, these eyes can find corresponding expressions at this moment...

All of a sudden, the fun atmosphere changed,

Yorks didn't care either,
Except for the exorcists with special abilities and relatively unorthodox techniques, most of the guests here are human beings transformed by demons who were accidentally summoned and registered.

To put it bluntly, many of them are acquaintances who have been punished by him, and the demons who are still here are basically those who have been trained by the church or who just want to enjoy the world.

Compared with the demons who have been eliminated, these demons who keep themselves safe and work hard like humans are actually the winners in life.

Thinking of this, Yorks strode over, opened the door and entered another area.

Behind him, relieved voices rose and fell to each other.

Click!

The environment in front of me has changed again. The layout here is the same as the convenience store above, with rows of shelves.
The only difference is that there are real commodities on it, but here are a lot of books, some bottles and jars, and some strange formalin-soaked specimens.

Across these shelves, Yorks' gaze stopped at the front desk, a cold-faced old man wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, with a pipe in his mouth, leaning over and staring at what the microscope was studying,
Seeing this, Yorks walked towards the front desk and sounded a reminder.

"Father Mike, what new things are you researching?"

When the voice fell, the old man who was studying something at the front desk subconsciously stopped his hands. He took off his presbyopic glasses and looked up. Before he saw anyone, the voice came out of his mouth first, with a somewhat puzzled tone.

"Yorks?"

Seeing the old man's expression gradually changing from doubt to surprise, Yorks stopped in front of the front desk, put his backpack on the wide table, glanced at the piece of meat under the microscope and said with a smile

"Surprised I came here?"

"Well, I'm a little surprised."

After confirming who was coming, the old man put the reading glasses on the table without any hassle, with an obviously happy expression on his face, so that the lines on the center of his eyebrows became tangled.

"Why are you free to come here?"

"It's easier to get rid of an evil spirit, so I came to see you." Yorks replied truthfully, took out the wrapped Franklin banknotes from his backpack, and handed them over.

"Well, I also got some spiritual powder."

"Soul powder?"

As soon as the words came out, Old Macbeth raised his eyebrows slightly. He took the crumpled banknotes in front of him, held the pipe in his left hand, and took a look at the powder inside with his right hand.

"Healy has been in short supply of this stuff recently."

After confirming that it was correct, Old Mike put away the pipe, pointed at Yorks with a pipe and laughed.

"However, I knew that if you had nothing to do, you probably wouldn't leave your den."

"You still know me."

Yorks smiled and looked at the old man in front of him. Memories flashed in his mind. Although the old man in front of him had retired, he was at least a bishop.

(End of this chapter)