American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The screams of several girls broke the peace at the intersection, and also caused the movement that should follow the explosion of gunshots.

People around them began to look at the territory controlled by the Viper Gang, and some of the younger brothers rushed over from some places.

But to greet and wait for them would be nothing but corpses throughout the building.

Mainly because Yorkshire and John Wick move so fast.

It was like picking up your own things, without any hindrance from beginning to end.

So after they came out, the outside seemed like a slow-responsive robot, and the proper reactions and movements began to appear.

Of course, what kind of scene will happen at this intersection, gangs fighting for territory, etc. have nothing to do with the two Yorkes.

They just entered an ordinary shopping mall and began to buy the items that Pluto Church would soon decorate and the things that Eileen needed.

"John, let's split up into two groups. You'll be in charge of the jack-o'-lanterns and the purple and orange ribbons,"

Yorks looked at the area full of must-have Halloween merchandise and spoke to John Wick.

"Well, there are also some venue decorations, tombstones, bat toys, etc. I will be responsible for the snacks."

"clear."

John Wick carefully remembered what he wanted to acquire, nodded and walked towards the target.

Yorks was left alone to look at the snack area.

"What are the standard Halloween items?"

Yorks muttered as he walked over.

But during festivals, shopping malls will always thoughtfully put relevant products on the shelves.

"First of all, the more classic food is definitely pumpkin pie. Children also like to eat this dessert,"

Yorks pulled a trolley casually and put the pumpkin pie on it first.

“There are also cookies in various ghost shapes and decorated with frosting.”

"Along with caramel, chocolate, colorful candies and apples, the combination makes for candy apples that the adults at the event can also enjoy."

"A long sandwich, you can put it on with sliced ​​olives or carrots in the shape of a fingernail."

In addition to the above, Yorkes also feels that it is almost over.

As a result, he discovered a very curious gadget from a product area.

A blood-red drink with disgusting eyeballs all over the bottle, and even the straw was made into a rather disgusting look.

"You really know how to play."

After thinking about it, Yorks chose to give up. The event held in the church tonight was actually an event for children. It is better to avoid such disgusting things.

"Hello, Father."

Just when York was about to leave, a passing guest greeted him.

"Happy Halloween."

"Thank you." Yorks returned the greeting, "Happy Halloween to you too."

In addition to this guest, Yorks would also meet some church believers to greet him along the way.

Overall, it's relatively harmonious.

This is one of the reasons why Yorkist likes the profession of priest.

Once you put on the priest's robe, believers will come up to greet you wherever you go.

Although not the followers of his church in Pluto.

The religious element of this parallel world is very strong.

Yorks was waiting at the appointed place, and suddenly he was greeted by one believer after another.

By the time John Wick came over with a cart, he had already returned the favor to a dozen people.

"Father."

John Wick was not surprised when he saw the priest returning the greeting to others. Instead, he felt that this was how it should be.

"I'm done."

Yorks looked over and saw that the cart in John Wick's hand was also filled with a bunch of things.

"Then let's go. We still need to set up the venue after we get back."

"OK."

With this conversation, the two officially completed the acquisition.

However, what they didn't know was that the gang's affairs also began to ferment at this time.

"..."

"Mikael is dead."

In a house not far away, which should have been illuminated by the sun, all the doors and windows were covered with thick curtains.

In the dark living room, five people were sitting on the table in the center.

"There was no trace of the sculpted hand in his hand."

One of the five people, an old man, had a deep voice.

"But he sent me a picture before he died."

He said, taking his phone out of his pocket and placing it on the table.

The remaining four people took turns picking up their phones and looking at the photos above.

It was a photo of two people. Although it was a surveillance picture, it was very clear.

"A priest and a bodyguard, the sculptor should be in their hands." The old man looked at the four people sitting at the table.

"This priest doesn't know what's going on, but this bodyguard is very powerful. He can shoot at vital points, either on the forehead or on the heart. Mikael's younger brother can't fire a single shot. This is what happened at the scene."

The old man said sincerely: "There is a high probability that we are no match for that bodyguard."

"so what."

A female voice sounded, and the only woman among the five said calmly, her tone full of confidence.

"We still have Michael, let's let him solve this problem and help us get the sculpture hand back."

"Michael?"

The remaining four people hesitated a little and all looked to the sofa on the right.

There is the darkest place.

In the dim light, a man was sitting on the sofa.

He has a burly figure, a white rubber mask on his face, and a technician's jumpsuit. There is an indescribable aura lingering all over his body, like a dead thing without any emotions.

Because of this, it makes people feel that the man is bigger than the sofa he is sitting on.

This makes the whole space breathe heavy.

"Yes!"

The woman sitting at the table subconsciously took a deep breath and spoke.

"Isn't he a monster created by us? Since he can kill his sister because of the instruction he gave when he was a child, and he always wants to kill his blood relatives because of the instruction, then we can also give him a second order."

However, the old man who took out his mobile phone stared at the woman and said solemnly.

"He is not someone we can control! We didn't let him out to do this kind of thing! He is a container! If we want to use the sculpture hand to release more dead souls, he is indispensable!"

"Yes! I know, but you can see that he looks like he has to accept instructions before he moves. Yes, he hasn't woken up yet! I think we can try, maybe we will succeed."

The woman licked her lips, took out a strange-shaped ornament from her chest and said:

"This is something my grandmother left for me. According to her words, its function is to be able to give orders to him."

The old man frowned and looked at the other three.

"We need to try! Wake him up! Otherwise he'll just be a zombie!"

No one spoke, only the oldest man, who seemed to have the highest qualifications, was still trying to dissuade him at this time.

"Your grandmother said that he would only accept the next order after completing the first order of genocide..."

"This is a monster created by my grandmother after she sacrificed it to the devil! I know everything! Since my grandmother's instructions can be implanted in his brain, it means we can do the same,"

The woman interrupted the old man's words.

"Otherwise, how are you going to wake up this monster? You know we have tried many methods."

Hearing this, the remaining people including the old man frowned.

Michael suffered fatal injuries, but he did not really die because he was the incarnation of the evil god.

But it seemed that because of this fatal injury, he was like a living corpse without a soul, motionless.

"No one has ever tried to issue a second command in so many years. We need to change! Maybe giving a second command is the right way to wake up."

The woman turned her head and looked at Michael, who was motionless, just sitting on the sofa, and said.

"We're just giving him one more command. It doesn't affect or prevent the first command my grandmother gave him."

"The purpose of our coming here today is to awaken this monster, isn't it?"

The old man was silent.

No one stopped her. The woman already knew the result. She took courage, took off the jewelry with one hand, and picked up the phone with the other hand to face the man and spoke.

"I know you are awake, but just sleeping. I will not stop you from annihilating the clan, and I will even tell you a piece of news.

Your sister Laurie gave birth to two daughters, so now you have two more blood relatives and two more goals. "

"Now I am about to give you the second order. Find and kill the two men in the photo and get the sculpting hand back!"

As soon as these words came out, Michael, who had always been as indifferent as a zombie, suddenly stood up and walked towards the table as if he wanted to see the photos.

Mysterious and mysterious.

This surprised everyone present and was a bit incredible that it could be so simple.

"Right, that is it!"

The woman was a little excited because she knew about this man's situation.

The incarnation of the evil god created by her grandmother is a monster that can recover no matter what damage it takes.

"Kill the two people in the photo!"

The woman looked at the man who had walked in front of her, raised her head, raised her phone and said excitedly.

"Remember their appearance for me!"

But what she didn't know was that the old man on the table had already opened his eyes wide and stared at Michael.

The next second, there was a sudden click, instantly causing panic in the entire audience.

The man named Michael, wearing a white rubber mask on his face, suddenly stretched out his hand and broke the woman's neck, like squeezing an ant to death.

Fast and accurate, no lag at all.

At this moment, except for the old man who was still sitting there, the rest of the younger members began to run away, obviously knowing the current situation.

"It's over, you shouldn't try."

The old man looked at Michael chasing the remaining three people who were running away, with a trace of despair in his eyes.

He knows what the current situation is.

The command deeply implanted in this monster actually has another explanation: block the commander and kill it! It can be said that the monster itself is just a killing machine.

Since this monster has killed people, it means that they have become the so-called blockers in the order or have become targets for killing.

"It turns out that you need to call your blood relatives' names before you wake up."

The old man shook his head and watched the monster quickly catch up with the nearest member and said that he finally figured out this point.

"No, you have actually undergone some changes over the years. No, in fact, the second order may have been implanted. Is this the price of the order?"

A scream interrupted his whispers.

A moment after the second scream, and then the third scream, the man came to the table again.

In those cold, emotionless eyes, the old man in front of him had committed suicide.

Without saying a word, he walked toward the kitchen on the right side of the living room. He found a long, pointed knife from the kitchen cabinet. He picked it up and slowly left the place. He opened the door and faced the sun and walked towards the parked front yard. The car walked away.

At this time, because of Halloween, there were many pedestrians outside, but when they saw Michael wearing a white rubber mask and holding a knife in his hand, they only thought it was a Halloween cosplay.

The sharp-looking knife is just a prop.

Until Michael got into the car, these strange passers-by or neighbors had no idea that this man had killed five people just now.

They just watched the car slowly leave, and then looked at the door of the house that was opened but not closed, confused.

"..."

Church of Pluto.

The yard includes models of some activity venues that have already been set up outside.

Some believers were there to help with the decoration.

As time goes by, some believers will join in to help from time to time.

Erin was standing in front of the main entrance hanging up a jack-o'-lantern when a voice sounded in her ears.

"Sister Irene."

Eileen subconsciously looked over and saw a woman exuding a capable temperament walking over with two girls in her hands.

"good afternoon."

I saw the woman greeting.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Lowry." Irene replied gently. She knew the woman in front of her and was considered an active believer in the church.

However, she knew some stories about this lady from the mouths of some old believers.

Basically, the second brother killed his eldest sister because of mental problems when he was a child and was sent to a mental hospital.

Her parents also died in an accident, and Ms. Lowry was fostered with a family near this community.

And because her adoptive parents were believers in the Pluto Church, she became a member of the believer group and was of the same blood.

The most bizarre story is that Ms. Lowry was targeted by a masked murderer while she was studying, and some of her friends were killed by the murderer because of their involvement.

Fortunately, the murderer did not succeed, and Ms. Lowry was saved...

Thinking of these rumors that were not known to be true or false, Irene looked at Laurie with a pity in her heart.

"Sister Irene, I came here specifically to help,"

Laurie looked at the activity venue, which was already starting to look a bit like something, and asked.

"What can I do?"

She said, letting go of her two daughters and letting them go play with the children.

Eileen came back to her senses and thought for a while: "Ms. Laurie, I think we can wait for the priest to come back. By then..."

As soon as she said this, Erin looked past Ms. Lowry, stopped at the muscle pickup truck that appeared at the intersection, and changed her words.

"Ms. Lowry, you see the priest has just returned."

Laurie, who was probably in his thirties or forties, looked back subconsciously.

The dark muscle pickup truck drove by quickly, and she saw the priest getting out of the car and waving.

Wu Yangyang, a community resident and believer who came to help arrange the venue, greeted him.

"Let's go over and help, Ms. Lowry." Sister Irene saw the pile of things on the back bucket and smiled at the priest who started to give instructions.

"Okay." Ms. Lowry nodded.

…

For a time, the activity venue, which had begun to stagnate due to a lack of props, once again entered a fast pace.

All the acquired items were integrated into the event venue one by one.

Of course, the exclusive Halloween toys purchased also attracted some local children along the way.

The Halloween event venue organized by Pluto Church began to become more and more lively.

It wasn't until the arrangements were completed that the excitement began to dissipate.

According to these adults, they want to go back and dress up as some characters, such as Snow White, knights, vampires, witches, wizards, etc., and then participate in the event on time tonight.

"Eileen."

Yorks watched the group of people leave one by one, went back to prepare, looked at the huge Halloween event venue in front of him, and smiled.

"Would you like to try cosplay?"

"No, Father." Standing next to the priest, Irene, who had been busy for almost a whole day, refused with her hands folded together on her stomach.

"I won't."

Yorkist then looked at John Wick.

"John? What about you, do you want to try?"

John Wick was as calm as ever: "Neither would I, Father."

"Okay, I'll do it, I want to cosplay the horned devil."

Yorks shook his head, turned around and walked into the church, leaving a message.

"Alas, in the end it's me who has to bear the burden and move forward."

This sentence made the corners of Erin and John Wick's eyes twitch slightly, and they didn't know what to say, only speechless.

Yorks couldn't help but smile as he could see their faces. As he walked into the church, he added today's 0.5 points to his health.

[Health value increased from 191 to 191.5]

"The number of two hundred is not far away."

Listening to the reminder ringing in his ears and seeing no one in the church, Yorkshire waved his hand and his mind surged.

The sculptural hand placed on the lounge suddenly floated into the air and quickly flew out to York's hand.

"I wonder what this sculpted hand can allow me to see."

Yorks stared at the lines and fonts on the sculpted hand, thoughtfully.