American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

In an inconspicuous small town, although it is small, it has all the necessary organs.

The man wearing only underwear got up from the bed, walked slowly into the bathroom, slowly took out his toothbrush, and took out the toothpaste that was also placed in the same place.

He was trying to get the toothpaste onto his toothbrush while looking at himself in the mirror.

His handsome, handsome yet resolute face is reflected in his eyes. At the same time, his upper body shoulders are broad, showing strong lines, his abdominal muscles are compact and powerful, and his six-pack abs are obvious, giving people a sense of confidence and strength.

"It's been half a year."

Yorks shook his head, put down the toothpaste, and began to put the toothbrush stained with paste into his mouth.

It has been half a year since he came to this seemingly peaceful world, and he has only begun to get some clues.

It's much better than being confused when you first landed in a world that was no different from the real world and didn't know how to find space nodes.

This world is different from the first world that was full of doomsday and cyberpunk deja vu.

On the contrary, it was very peaceful, as if this was the same non-extraordinary world as his previous life.

This is different from his speculation about the monster world before entering the rift.

But...

Yorks stared at himself in the mirror, spit out a mouthful of foam, and remembered the information he had found on the Internet, even the dark web, and the dark web.

The world is not actually peaceful.

Just like the previous life, it is a world without transcendence or light of transcendence. There is nothing wrong with this.

However, there are all kinds of ghosts and supernatural events.

And they appear in endlessly, as if they have never stopped since ancient times.

Because of this, he found some historical texts from hundreds of large libraries.

Not knowing what he was remembering, Yorks narrowed his eyes, started to wash his toothbrush, and then rinsed his mouth.

When he spit out the last sip of water, Yorks wiped his face with the towel next to him and walked out of the bathroom.

Then go on to wear more casual clothes.

After finishing dressing, I picked up the laptop on the table next to the bed and walked all the way to the sofa on the first floor.

You don’t have to do anything, the coffee machine next to you runs automatically and the cup automatically floats into the air...

"It's strange that these supernatural events seem to appear quite regularly. I hope this sudden pattern will bear fruit."

York was sitting on the sofa, like a real hacker, his hands kept clicking on the keyboard of his laptop, so fast that afterimages appeared.

At the same time, the pictures on the screen kept changing, reflected in his pupils.

If the hacker beauty Hannah sees this, her eyes will probably open up. Even a stinky priest can play tricks on the online world.

But for York, it is not worth mentioning at all. His brain has long been different from ordinary people, but he just doesn't deliberately absorb and learn, otherwise he will learn it as soon as he learns it.

He was able to master such simple hacking techniques as soon as he got started, and he was better than his masters. He had secretly entered the databases of many official organizations countless times.

Yorks has already visited the so-called secret-level national security network.

There is no way, this is one of the fastest ways for him to understand the world. Nothing allows him to understand the world better than secrets that are not released to the public.

With a click, the cup filled with coffee automatically floated up and landed firmly on the table in front of the sofa.

With his tall stature, Yorks stretched out his right hand to grab the cup and put it into his mouth.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, his upper body leaning on the comfortable sofa back, his left hand kept clicking on the notebook on his lap, and he held the cup in his right hand and put it to his lips to take a sip.

"It's really strange."

Yorks stared at the laptop screen, put the cup back on the table, and muttered to himself.

"Only one supernatural event in a year? This is extremely regular."

His left hand made a snapping sound, and various images kept changing on the screen.

"The evil spirits in Japan, the monsters in Sweden, the giant creatures in Argentina, the castle vampire incident in Spain, the ghosts and gods in Thailand..."

Yorks sighed.

"Supernatural events from various countries all gather together in the same year, and then end. Each country has one supernatural event a year. What does this mean..."

Yorks smiled, continued to pick up the cup, put it to his lips and took a sip. Through these conclusions and rules, he came to some interesting guesses.

There is a pair of invisible hands rehearsing a play.

Yes, he feels that all supernatural events are a man-controlled drama or musical, and the country is a living theater, and the different countries represent the differences in the play.

"very funny."

Yorks kept turning the pages with his left hand, and finally the notebook screen stopped on an old page.

The text above is very ancient, cuneiform, which is the oldest writing in the world including his previous life. It is also an important carrier of Mesopotamian civilization, one of the early civilizations in the world.

Most people would probably be confused when looking at these wedges, but this might be a problem for Yorks who pretends to have too much knowledge.

The meaning above is very simple and direct.

It can completely explain the origin and reasons of the above things, including the speculation that the supernatural event is a human-controlled drama.

Yorks looked calm and understood everything in his mind.

[On the day the world was created, the ancient god was born. ]

[He exists in the earth, and he is watching us, hoping that we can provide sacrifices so that he can continue to sleep, otherwise he will destroy the whole world...]

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"Ancient God?" Yorks narrowed his eyes, probably having a premonition of his target, he shook his head and sighed.

"No wonder why all countries have such a strange organization, what the hell is the Sacrifice Administration..."

Thinking of the confidential data network he had invaded and the name of the organization he saw, Yorks couldn't help but complain.

"So that's the case, then it all makes sense..."

Yorkes quickly put together a line.

Because the earth has an ancient god who existed when the world was created, and humans have to offer sacrifices to it every year in order to make the ancient god peaceful and sleep.

Because the taste of the ancient gods is getting more and more sophisticated, in order to satisfy it, every country has set up a sacrificial institution to hold ceremonies, that is, the Sacrifice Management Bureau. It has such great power that it can do whatever it wants and dominate the life of any human being. , can create one real supernatural theater after another.

"Just to please the ancient gods?"

After thinking about it, Yorks paused in putting down the cup.

"How come there is a sense of déjà vu? It even feels a little familiar."

Yorks was suddenly stunned for a moment, an idea flashed in his mind, and a familiar memory popped into his mind.

"Isn't this the setting of a cabin in the woods?"

“Is it possible that this world is still the cabin in the woods that I saw in my previous life?

The crack connects the world to the movie world. Is there really a past life? "

Yorks twitched the corner of his mouth, a little surprised but not much psychologically disturbed. After all, he had also assumed that he would enter the legendary DC universe...