American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Argentina.

The capital and largest city of Argentina is located on the south bank of the Rio de la Plata, in southeastern South America, and on the other side of the river is the Eastern Republic of Uruguay.

Buenos Aires.

Time: Late night.

A reception room.

The white color seems a bit seeping.

But there was a table in the middle.

On the left sat a man wearing prison uniform, and on the right sat three people.

In the middle is an old woman with white hair, and on the right is the same, but an old man.

Further to the left is a clergyman wearing a church robe.

"Mr. Brumetti, we want to get you out."

The old woman Cajialien, who seemed to be the leader in the middle, secretly glanced at the clergyman on the left and spoke calmly.

The old man on the right, A. Rogov, picked up the words, looked at the prisoner Brumedi who looked a little confused and in pain in front of him, and said seriously.

"We believe what you say, but you have to cooperate with us and answer our questions seriously."

Not long after, Brumetti's wife in front of him died one night.

Brumetti was arrested by the police on charges of killing his wife.

But Brumetti was adamant, claiming that he did not kill his wife, but that something else killed his wife.

After hearing this, Brumetti seemed to wake up a little, and his eyes began to show a little intelligence.

"Have you talked to my lawyer?"

A. Rogov replied: "We talked about it."

He paused: "But your lawyer no longer seems to believe us, just as he doesn't believe you."

After speaking, A. Rogov took out a bunch of photos from the file bag in front of him and placed them one by one in front of Blumedi.

These pictures are all bloody, pictures of a woman dying.

Blumedi's eyes were somewhat averted, his breathing was heavy, and he stretched out his hand to push the pile over.

"No, I've already seen it."

"No." A. Rogov shook his head, ignored Blumedi's eyes, and continued to spread out the photos: "You don't know this, you have never seen it before."

"We believe what you say, Mr. Brumetti. We know that you did not kill your wife." The old woman Cagalli took up the sentence.

"While we have no conclusive evidence, we are willing to help you, so please take a look at these photos, Mr. Brumetti."

Blumedi raised his head and looked at the four people in front of him. Although the two in the middle were wearing simple clothes, they had a very special aura that was different from ordinary people.

The only thing that puzzled him was why the respected and beloved clergy of the church were here.

But because of the calm-looking cleric who nodded to him, he mustered up the courage to pick up the bloody photo in front of him.

The first photo is of a strange woman with a bloody face and a knife-like wound on her forehead.

"This is not Clara..." Brumetti said subconsciously.

A. Rogov nodded and replied: "This is indeed not your wife. This happened in Cordoba a few months ago, in a case similar to yours."

After saying that, A. Rogov added another sentence to express his affirmation:

"No, it's almost exactly the same as your case. Everyone's testimony is the same as yours."

Blumedi pursed his lips and picked up the second one again.

"Today, there have been fifty-seven cases similar to yours."

The old man in front of him said something that made his hair stand on end.

Blumedi took a deep breath, trying to calm down the emotions and feelings in his heart.

"So, Mr. Brumetti." A. Rogov straightened his body, stretched forward, and said seriously.

"We need to know everything you remember."

Hearing this, Brumetti put down the photo and folded his hands on the table, trembling slightly.

"What do you want to ask?"

A. Rogov and Cagalli looked at each other, and then looked at the clergy who had not spoken.

"In your home, including near your home..." Brother Ralph said calmly, his voice low.

"All the unusual things."

Blumedi closed his eyes, his expression a little painful, as if he was reminiscing.

"Clara usually cooks dinner and then waits for me to come back to eat together. That night, she didn't cook dinner for the first time, and her expression was very bad, pale and weak..."

Blumedi opened his eyes, rubbed his hands on the table, and his voice trembled.

"I asked her and she said she said there was a conversation in the sewers and they were discussing how to kill her."

“I didn’t take her words seriously, I just thought it was” the sound coming from the neighbor’s renovated house. She misheard the sound and had auditory hallucinations. "

A. Rogov captured the key point: "Neighbors?"

Blumedi nodded and fell into memories:

"My neighbor Walter, he seems very depressed, his face looks bad as if he hasn't slept for days and nights, and he always remodels his house at inappropriate times."

"Late that night, we were still woken up by his noises."

"I wanted to go out and tell him to stop, but Clara stopped me before I could go out because she said she heard the noises again."

Blumedi's eyes were red, tears bursting from his eyes, and he felt a little regretful.

"She said she heard those discussions again and said they were going to kill her."

"I didn't believe it. All I could think about was going out and asking Walter to stop his disturbing behavior."

Cagalli sighed: "So you went out?"

"Yes, I'm out." Brumetti said with a cry.

"After I went out, the noisy noise stopped. I rang Walter's doorbell unconvinced, but he didn't respond.

But after I was about to leave, I heard some heavy and vague breathing, indicating that Walter was at home and the stalemate continued, but the door was still closed. I had no choice but to go back and prepare to argue with him tomorrow..."

Blumedi's voice kept saying.

"But when I went back, the noise started to sound again, which made me feel angry. I wanted to risk breaking into the house to argue with Walter, but I suddenly discovered that the sound came from my bathroom..."

"Finally I opened the door and saw blood on the bathroom walls, the floor, the bathtub, blood everywhere."

The sound becomes more permeable here.

"I saw my wife floating in the air, hitting the left and right walls, as if she was being held by someone, hitting the wall over and over again..."

Ellis Cathedral was built in 1723.

12 tall Roman columns, topped by an isosceles triangle with an acute angle of 15 degrees, form a gabled roof, similar to the Pantheon in Rome, the Italian capital, where Raphael's remains are buried, but there are more columns than the Pantheon. Four.

In front of the gate, Irene, who was wearing a monk's uniform, took all the things from Brother Ralph and nodded.

"I will give everything to the Lord Bishop of York."

Brother Ralph bowed his head slightly.

Irene returned the greeting, then turned and entered the historic and large Ellis Cathedral.

As soon as you enter, you can see some decorations. Bible stories are carved on the triangular roof, which are lifelike.

Erin only had eyes for her own bishop who had just sat down on the bench.

In the entire huge cathedral, on the densely packed benches, only her bishop was there.

"Bishop, this is an anomaly among all things that have happened in Argentina."

Erin walked slowly, stopped next to her bishop, and said warmly.

"We initially suspect that some other monster has appeared and is hiding in the darkness of this country."

"show me."

York, who has taken over this parish, said calmly.

Erin picked up all the documents she had just obtained and handed them over.

Listening to the beep ringing in his ears, Yorks took it and started flipping through it.

Just like the crack in country h, when you come to a new place, you must first solve the problems left by the crack.

Because only in this way can he feel at ease.

But now it seems that something has appeared.

Looking at the photos and detailed description above, Yorks raised his eyebrows slightly.

"An extra-dimensional monster?"

It's all bloody, and that's what it looks like after seeing too much of it.

Mainly it was this rhetoric that made him feel novel.

"Yes."

As an assistant-like person, Erin already knew everything.

"That's what those experts concluded."

"Expert? Same as Ed?" Yorks smiled.

"Yes, just like Mr. Ed, they are both demonologists and mediums registered by the church."

Eileen responded: "They believe that our world is attached to some dimensional spaces, and these dimensions are put together like a capsule.

Originally, these dimensions do not interfere with each other, but some monsters can exist in both dimensions. Generally, water can be used as a passage for them to travel through. Accordingly, they can gather to build nests, breed, and even use human bodies. "

As she spoke, Irene took a look at her bishop's face and found that her bishop showed a hint of interest, then continued.

"These experts don't know what these monsters are and why they suddenly became very aggressive at this time, but they have discovered one thing, that is, these monsters are extremely sensitive to blood..."

Listening and listening, Yorks looked at other photos, which were photos of experts, with introductions on them, including Cagalli, A. Rogoff and others.

Then, he turned to another photo, which showed a humanoid creature more than three meters tall.

The creature's mouth was stretched so long that it looked like a hollow. At the same time, its feet and hands were as long and thin as bones, and its nails were spike-like and extremely sharp.

The second photo is of a crawling humanoid monster. Unfortunately, this monster seems to be crawling very fast. Only its afterimage is photographed, and its shape can be roughly seen.

The third picture, the fourth picture, the fifth picture, one after another, it is obvious that these experts who do not understand the existence of the crack have been studying it for a long time.

It also means a bit of truth.

This means that as time develops, when the rift is on the verge of erupting, these relatively quiet monsters also begin to erupt. After adapting to the conditions here, they become aggressive, begin to attack humans, and try to reproduce.

It seems that this crack in Argentina has existed for thousands of years, and during this period, countless monsters have sneaked out.

Could it be that the world connected to the cracks in Argentina is a world of monsters?

Thinking of this, Yorks put everything away, handed it to the little nun and smiled calmly:

"Have those experts come see me."

"Yes! Lord Bishop." Irene took it, bowed her head slightly, and left immediately.

Only York was left sitting there with a deep look in his eyes.

"Is it a monster from another dimension? It's interesting."