American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The winding lines and fonts fit a piece of knowledge in his mind.

"This font seems to be a font often used by a cult that was popular in the Middle Ages."

While thinking about it, Yorks walked to his usual seat and sat down.

"What's your name?"

He turned the sculpting hand over and carefully looked at the pattern fonts engraved on the sculpting hand. The relevant knowledge naturally emerged in his mind.

"Druid..."

Yorks narrowed his eyes.

In the history of this parallel world, Druidism was a very famous religion during the Middle Ages.

It's just that the core was all consumed in a war, leaving only some miscellaneous fish.

According to the recorded history, the history of this parallel world, Yorks clearly remembers that the most evil behavior of this religion seems to be human sacrifice...

"Human sacrifice?"

Yorks put the sculpture hand in front of him, and used his telekinesis to grab a burning candle from the candle stand next to him.

"The setup is like this, light the candle and then hold the sculpture's hand with your hand."

Following what Hailey, the little red riding hood, said before, Yorkshire used her left hand to support the sculpture's hand, and then held it firmly with her right hand.

The sculpture's open hands resemble a handshake gesture.

So once you hold it, it will show the standard handshake action.

"Next is..."

Yorkist began to face the void. In front of him were the high platform and the high table, plus the image of Jesus hanging on it.

He spoke.

"Answer me!"

At this moment, Yorks felt a pulling force appear out of thin air, directly connecting to his consciousness under his gaze.

In an instant, everything around him seemed to be covered in ink, until it became pitch black without a trace of light.

Yorks stared at the darkness in front of him, his expression unchanged, but he felt a little strange.

He knew that this situation meant that he was dragged into the world of the dead that he had been to before, which was not reality and where the dead souls inhabited.

"But why, nothing appears? Doesn't it mean that as long as you hold the sculpture's hand and say response to me, the soul of the dead will appear?"

Yorks was stunned for a moment, holding the sculpture's hand, and some idea in his mind began to be shattered at this moment.

"It's a pity. It seems that the soul-calling function of this sculpture hand is useless to me. I originally wanted to catch a few evil spirits and throw them into the dollhouse for fun..."

He could feel something in the depths of the darkness, but he didn't dare to come over. York was a little disappointed, disappointed with the inability of his sculpting hand.

"That's it? No, there seems to be a time limit of ninety seconds. In that case, just wait."

However, until ninety seconds passed, and until two minutes passed, no dead soul appeared in front of Yorks, and everything became so quiet.

"Junk, useless at all."

Yorks looked at the empty, dark space around him, couldn't help but groan in his heart, and then let go of his hand.

As soon as it touches the sculpting hand, the surrounding darkness instantly fades away, revealing the reality.

Nothing has changed, the only thing that has changed is that two minutes have passed.

Yorks stared at the sculpting hand in front of him, a speechless look flashed across his face.

He also thought about the changes this sculpted hand could bring to him, and then he could keep this evil thing as a collection in the basement.

The result is nothing.

Of course, Yorks also knew that it was probably only for him. After all, at his level, his body had already been influenced by the divine power to the point where it was invulnerable to all evil.

Come to think of it, this is also the case, since he became a clergyman, he has not been sick for a long time.

Even if he appears next to an evil spirit, the evil spirit itself will react accordingly due to his appearance, mostly fearing or avoiding him.

"Since it's of no use to me."

Yorks stared at the sculpting hand, and a psychic circle appeared under his feet, trying to learn more about the sculpting hand through channeling.

He also wants to continue to investigate the information contained in this sculpture hand. Only when it is squeezed clean can he safely collect it.

Sensing some kind of traction on the sculpture's hand, York's spiritual consciousness directly followed the traction force.

At this moment, fragments of information flowed through York's eyes. Because of a fragment of information, his perspective began to change.

In his eyes, an underground tunnel extending in all directions appeared in front of him.

"Sure enough, the places where the mice are are all covered in this dark terrain, all the same."

Yorks looked around, like an invisible visitor, choosing a random direction and walking slowly.

At this moment, because the information fragments of the sculpting hand changed, the space transformed again.

The appearance of a stone chamber appeared in front of York's eyes.

This is what an altar looks like.

On it lay a baby wrapped in white cloth.

But there was a group of people wearing black hooded robes standing under the altar, and everyone exuded a strange aura.

In front of this group of people were placed sculptural hands and candles one after another. These candles were placed separately to form a totem.

"It is indeed Druidism."

Yorks stared at the old woman standing in the front like a bystander, squinting his eyes.

The old man was mumbling words, but they were all the same as those of a cult.

According to what she meant exactly, the child would be sacrificed to a demon.

Yorks looked at the baby in the package and sighed. This space is just a replay of the past, that is, things have already happened.

One after another fragments of information were broken, and the space in front of Yorks changed again.

But most of them are places placed by the sculpting hand, and are of little use until the last fragment of information falls.

Yorkshire reappears inside a building.

However, things started to change here.

He saw a man wearing a white rubber mask and a work suit holding a fruit knife, walking through the corridor or office.

Personnel wearing white uniforms were assassinated one after another.

He is like an invisible ghost. Even if he walks next to the person he wants to kill, he will not be noticed or noticed.

It's like adding an invisibility buff.

Because of this, a man can take away a life very easily just by raising the knife.

This is a real massacre, and no one can stop the masked man from killing.

However, because of the constantly changing murder scenes, Yorks was stunned, and a long-lost memory emerged in his mind.

If you are familiar with this aspect of American movies, then one of the murderers will definitely not be able to escape.

Michael Myers is the most classic in the history of American film and television, and is also a murderer who has shadowed the childhood of many Americans.

Known as the incarnation of evil, netizens in his previous life had an abbreviation of Uncle Mai.

Because his nanny when he was a child was a member of a cult, he eventually became the incarnation of evil, a machine that only knew how to kill, possessing the ability to be immortal, extremely strong, and lurking.

Wearing a white mask is his classic image, so as soon as he saw this man wearing a white rubber mask, Yorks already knew who this man was.

"I didn't expect that there is Uncle Mike in this parallel world? So do murderers with the same name as him, such as Jason from Crystal Lake, Freddy from A Nightmare on Elm Street, and Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, exist?"

Yorks twitched the corner of his mouth as he watched Michael easily stab someone to death again.

However, despite this, Yorkes finally knew what the first fragment of information was about.

"It turns out the baby on the altar was Michael."

Letting the scene change again, Yorkist stared at Michael and frowned subconsciously, because he sensed and saw no signs of demonic possession from Michael's body.

"But there is some intrinsic power of the devil, but not much."

Yorkist recalled information about Michael.

He came to the conclusion that Michael in this world was not possessed by the devil and became a container of the devil, but the product of being corroded by the power of the devil.

Therefore, he does have demonic power, but not much. He can only maintain two abilities: immortality and infinite strength, as well as the invisibility buff and teleportation effect.

"It turns out that the sculptor's hand is closely related to this murderer."

Yorks couldn't help but shook his head when he saw Michael grabbing a man with one hand, then raising a fruit knife and stabbing him.

Before the information fragments were consumed and shattered, he began to check the situation of this building and why it was targeted by a murderer like Michael.

As a result, Yorks learned the reason from the situation at the scene and a few words that he wanted to evade Michael.

It turns out that this building is actually the den of a cult.

In other words, the people Michael actually slaughtered were members of the cult.

"It's kind of interesting, you can also change the killing target."

Seeing Michael forcefully kill everyone in the building and leave, the last fragments of information in York's eyes began to disintegrate, and all the scenes disappeared in an instant.

"That guy seems to have been chasing his sister in the movie?"

Yorks stared at the sculpting hand that was no longer relevant, subconsciously searching for memories from his past life.

The next second, York's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered the sister's name:

"My sister's name seems to be Laurie..."

With this name, Yorks thought of an old believer and her name.

"Laurie Stead," Yorkes said in his mind.

"What a coincidence. It turns out that the murderer chasing Ms. Lowry is you, Uncle Mike.

I should have thought of it earlier. "

Yorks once again lamented the coincidence of fate. He had actually heard of Ms. Lowry's rumors, but he didn't think about Michael at all at that time. He could only say that the one who impressed him most deeply in his previous life was Michael himself.

"Tonight is still Halloween, and it's your murder night. You won't come here, Uncle Mai."

Yorks was filled with emotion, but he was actually looking forward to it.

Every time he encounters something he knows well, he always has a hopeful heart.

In his previous life, Michael's immortality ability was considered to be very popular in the world, but in his eyes, it was really not enough.

"As long as the demonic power in his body is exhausted, this so-called murderer will be over."

"If you can't kill it, you can only say that the number of times is not enough. Kill it a hundred times, or ten thousand times, and you will die cleanly and completely."

York's thinking began to diverge. He was not afraid that Michael would not be able to come here, just because from the movies of his previous life, Michael and Ms. Lowry had a blood attraction.

Just like two magnets, there is always a thread connecting them no matter how far apart they are.

"Forget it, let's think about what character we want to transform into, Iron Man? Spider-Man? Superman wearing underwear?"

Yorks stood up, holding the sculpture hand that was no longer useful to him, and walked towards the personal lounge.

Behind him, the fallen candle automatically floated back into place.

It has been many years since he came to this parallel world and this Pluto Church. He has experienced Halloween, so he occasionally cosplays some characters.

He should have the awareness to participate in festivals, so that he would not be as shy and reserved as Erin and John Wick outside.

He would not hold back because of his status as a priest. On the contrary, he felt that he was just an ordinary human being.

A crackling sound that was so slight that it was almost inaudible to human ears came from outside.

Through the three-dimensional view, Yorks sensed that the front yard of Pluto Church and the streets and open spaces outside were being lit up one after another.

The Halloween event venue that the clergy, staff and residents of Pluto Church, including believers, worked hard to decorate suddenly changed into something else.

The venue is divided into several themes.

There are some that have a scary atmosphere, some that are warm and bright, and some that are more dreamy.

The theme is different, and even the snacks and food are different.

The central place for these themes was the Church of Pluto.

After various combinations, the whole is very integrated.

The main thing is that the church building itself often appears in horror movies, so the church as the center will not look out of place at all.

"Sure enough, the Halloween atmosphere is at its peak at night."

Yorks saw that people were already dragging their families to join the event.

It started to get lively outside.

For one family, the mother was dressed as Snow White, the father was dressed as a prince, and the child who jumped happily among them was dressed as Little Red Riding Hood.

As far as I could see, in addition to these normal costumes, there were also some families dressed in terrifying demon makeup.

However, York's perspective was subconsciously focused on Ms. Lowry who had just appeared. He thought for a while and took out a cosplay costume from the dusty box.

"Let's cosplay Superman in underwear, the messenger of justice of the Justice League."

"..."

Halloween has reached its peak.

The entire event venue was filled with an atmosphere of joy and excitement.

Laughter, cheers, and music mingled together.

Only Erin looked in the direction outside, somewhat absent-mindedly.

Because after the priest came out, he took Mr. John away without knowing what he was doing.

"Eileen!"

A voice sounded, and both left and right hands were held by others.

Erin was shocked and suddenly came to her senses, looking down.

"Let's go play!"

Her left and right hands were being held by two little girls with two pigtails who turned into princesses.

Erin knew who these two children were, and she subconsciously looked forward.

Ms. Lowry was standing there smiling at her.

“There’s so much to play over there!”

With her left and right hands being shaken by Ms. Lowry's two daughters, Irene couldn't help but smile and put away her absent-mindedness.

"good."

With that said, she let the two girls pull her and were led deep into the depths...

…

The Halloween event held by Pluto Church has everything you need and is lively.

But at the outermost edge, there was a Superman wearing underwear and a Batman wearing a dark tight-fitting costume, looking at the dim driveway in front of them.

"Father, will that person come?"

A steady voice sounded from Batman, but when he looked at Superman wearing underwear, he felt a little helpless deep in his eyes.

To be honest, wearing this tight outfit is not comfortable at all.

He didn't even know how the priest got the costumes.

"Yes, tonight is Halloween night, he will definitely come," Yorks said righteously with his hands on his hips.

"As messengers of justice, we must protect this place."

"Yes, Father."

Hearing this sentence, John Wick nodded in agreement. These days in the church were the most comfortable days he had spent in these years.

He will never let others disturb his life.

John Wick silently inspected the rifle in his hand, especially the silencer on the muzzle.

The HK416 automatic rifle has a total weight of 3.49 kg, a height of 240 mm, a total length of the gun body of 893 mm, and a caliber of 5.56 mm.

Thirty round capacity.

"Father, is he strong?"

John Wick checked to make sure there were no questions to ask.

From the priest's mouth, he learned that this time he would face an enemy with immortality. In other words, following the dark monster from before, he would once again encounter a supernatural monster.

"John." Yorks smiled.

"Without the ability of immortality, at best, he is just an ordinary person. As long as he is an ordinary person, he is not immune to fatal injuries. Immortality only means that when he suffers fatal injuries, he can come back to life with time."

"I understand, Father." John Wick looked calm.

"I'll try my best."

Hearing this, York's smile did not change and he patted John Wick on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, you are much stronger than him."

John Wick nodded silently.

"Let's go, get in the car and drive around. In order to make time, he should drive over. Then we will directly crash into him. I will be responsible for driving and you will be responsible for fighting."

"Okay, Father."

"..."

So, a modified muscle pickup truck carried a Superman and a gun-wielding Batman, and began to circle around the Pluto Church with Pluto Church as the center, trying to find the murderer.