End of the Sky

In the vast expanse of arid grassland, the straight road stretches to the end of the sky, and there is a sense of barrenness and solitude.

There were neither tall shades nor rolling mountains on the grassland. The hot wind hit and the draft ball rolled over the road.

Overgrown weeds, cracked highways, and the setting sun gradually sinking, the rough beauty gives people a different kind of spiritual impact, which is a kind of doomsday loneliness.

When Russell opened his eyes, he found that he was alone on the side of the highway.

The good news is that he still has a car, and the bad news is that his gray N-hand car broke down.

Russell wasn't in a hurry to repair the car, opened the carry-on suitcase, and searched for clues to confirm his identity. There were nothing special about the two daily changing clothes, but he found a priest black robe.

(One `?? one)

Russell didn't say much. The identity of the system this time fit his temperament and compassion. He didn't even think about it, and immediately put on the priest's robe.

From now on, he is a clergyman.

Not to mention, changing into the clergy's costume, Russell felt that he was more handsome in the mirror, and even his temperament had improved.

Next, he found a driver's license printed with handsome photos and a paper order.

In this world, he is indeed a priest, following the church's arrangements, from the town chapel to the Los Angeles headquarters.

With his identity, but no matching memory, Russell did not understand what the Los Angeles headquarters represented, so he decided to go to his destination first.

With so many worlds coming, he can also be regarded as an experienced veteran, knowing that the place most likely to trigger the world mission is in Los Angeles.

He pulled out the maps, newspapers and other objects on the car, combed his clues, and gradually determined the time and place of his world.

In 2000, the United States was located roughly at the junction of Texas and New Mexico.

And the road in front of him is the famous Route 66, the road of the mother of the Emperor!

During the period when automobile culture was rising and prevailing, the US imperial government built a lot of highways, and Route 66 was just a 'unknown little soldier'.

Compared with the picturesque Highway 1 and the most lonely Highway 50, the characteristic of Highway 66 is long. It crosses all the way from Chicago to Los Angeles, spanning eight states, three time zones, and a total length of more than 3,900 kilometers.

It became great because of the times. During the Great Depression of the United States, as the main channel for East-West communication, this road provided countless jobs and greatly helped the economic recovery of many regions along the way. Many people rely on the road. Business survived the Great Depression.

Later, closed and more efficient interstate highways were rolled out across the United States. The original highway system represented by Route 66 gradually lost its value as the highway itself, and the towns along the way were overshadowed by the once-famous businesses The closure has left the sight of Route 66 in desolation.

As a traffic artery, Route 66 has become unusable, but its feelings have always been there, and the transfer of tourist routes has taken advantage of its residual heat.

Every year, countless tourists travel along this road to enjoy the beauty of the road. At the same time, it is a favorite of motorcycle riders, and many truck drivers also remember it.

Russell guessed why he was here, in addition to reporting to the headquarters, the other is travel.

"Single self-driving tour, either a single dog or having fun along the way ..."

Russell teased, put on the cross necklace and opened the hood to examine the cause of the car's breakdown.

The oil pump is broken!

The problem was big or small, and Russell pulled a hammer out of the trunk and banged it.

"Uh ---"

In the same lane, a white RV stopped, and Uncle White Beard with glasses patted the window: "Hey, Father, do you need help?"

【Ding】

[The host contacts the plot character Jacob Fuller to trigger the draw. Is it now drawn? 】

Russell frowned, looking at Jacob with a professor's face: "It's a bit troublesome. My car is scrapped. Can you take me for a ride?"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to Los Angeles!"

"Oh, you're in luck, I'll go to Las Vegas." Jacob glanced at Russell's robe on his body. "Come on, I can take you to Las Vegas. It's up to you. "

Russell held the cross and blessed solemnly: "The Lord will bless you!"

"Come on, since my wife died, I no longer believe in God." Jacob said angrily.

"Lost, you have a misunderstanding of the Lord."

"Oh, come with me less. I used to be a priest. I have been in this business for more than 20 years.

Russell: "..."

You are a big brother, you are right!

Just less than 20 minutes after becoming a priest, Russell shut up decisively in front of his old predecessor, carried the suitcase, and found that there were a man and a woman on the car, all about 17 or 18 years old.

The girl had blond hair and freckles on her face, so it wasn't so beautiful ~ www.readwn.com ~ but it was also young and lively.

As for teenagers ... black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, or a little fat paper, this made Russell very surprised. Don't say this is a family, otherwise Jacob is too miserable.

After several people introduced and met each other, Russell learned that they were indeed a family, but Jacob was not a tragedy. As a Caucasian man, he had a son of a yellow race because his deceased wife was a Chinese.

Father Jacob Fuller, daughter Kate, son Scott, and a family of three travel to Las Vegas.

"Russell, are you really a priest?"

Probably because of his skin color, Scott had a good first impression of Russell, holding him to ask various questions.

"Why ask me this, don't I look like it?"

Scott and Kate shook their heads. Scott said, "My father is a priest, and most of his friends are priests. You really don't look alike."

"That's different!"

Russell turned on the flicker mode: "You two have good eyes, I will tell the truth. I am a special combatant belonging to the secret department of the church.

Kate rolled his eyes and didn't want to talk, and Scott was very interested. Boys of this age liked fantasy, so he knew Russell was flickering, but he was still interested.

"Russell, do you have a mysterious power? How do your secret departments generally dispel magic, using the Bible and the cross, or superpowers?"

Russell thought about it and said bluntly: "In general, we would call 911!"

Scott: ￣ △ ￣

"Hahaha, just kidding, how could it be possible to call 911, I'm a clergyman, God's walker on earth."

"So ... how do you get rid of the demon?"

"Use the power of science!"