American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

It is normal for people to feel a little familiar about certain things.

But being able to tell the details means that he has seen it and left a deep impression.

Seeing Emilia's flash of surprise, Saxon followed his memory and replied.

"Because I've seen it before."

Amelia raised her eyebrows slightly.

Saxon continued: "And this matter has something to do with Father York."

As soon as she heard the name Father Yorkist, Amelia stared at Saxon.

For her, it was a bit special to be able to connect with the legendary priest.

"I was ignorant before and didn't really believe in the existence of demons or ghosts."

Saxon's voice became deeper.

"So I watched this person's live broadcast. Because of his identity as a priest, I told Father York and asked him about the authenticity of this live broadcast. Can you guess what Father York said?"

Seeing Emilia's expression becoming serious because of these words.

Saxon did not sell it out and continued:

"Father Yorks said that the anchor's identity as a priest was false, and he asked me not to have access to these videos."

As he spoke, Saxon seemed to have thought of something, and took a deep breath and said quietly.

"I remember the priest said something that impressed me deeply. Don't try to play with things and powers that you don't understand. As the saying goes, you look at the abyss, but you don't know that there are many things below the abyss that are also looking at you."

Emilia understood the meaning.

"I understand. I will immediately shut down the live broadcast of these supernatural categories. It's just that the technical process is a bit cumbersome. Please give me some time."

"Um."

Saxon hugged his girlfriend in a very supportive manner.

After experiencing the incident in Thailand, he no longer wanted to encounter it a second time.

Who knows what those live broadcasts of supernatural adventures or summons might accidentally create...

Thinking of this, Saxon's face returned to normal and he smiled and said: "Stop talking about this, let me tell you some good news."

Emilia, who was thinking about what to do, responded.

"Father York is finally free to host our wedding." Saxon said happily.

"Father York is now a bishop. Do you know how important that is?"

Amelia smiled, looked at her boyfriend's appearance, and said seriously:

"We must prepare well..."

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A secluded neighborhood.

The damp and cold path formed by several buildings mixed together has already surrounded the entire area with one isolation belt after another.

Several police cars were still flashing red and blue lights outside.

Residents from upstairs nearby appeared at the window from time to time, looking over there.

"The same case again?"

Jeffrey, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was dressed in simple clothing and approached the crime scene with a frown.

The faint smell lingered on the tip of his nose, letting him know that this was the same serial murder case again.

Compared with other serial murder cases, this serial murder case has an indescribable weirdness.

If it were like a serial murder case he had taken on, there would be a strong consistency, because the dead victims were all homeless people, and because of this, he could quickly guess the murderer's motive.

The murderer must have some kind of psychological problem, and his status is not too high, because these homeless people do not have any property on them and have no grievances. This shows that the murderer obtains some psychological satisfaction and satisfaction by killing these vulnerable groups. pleasure.

The identities of the victims in this serial murder case are different.

The first victim died at the door of the villa he rented. When he was found, he had no good things on his body, his face was bloody and bloody, and the organs in his stomach were missing.

The second victim was a homeless man. His body appeared more than ten meters away from his tent. The damaged parts of his body were also damaged, and all his internal organs were missing.

The third victim was a regular customer of a bar. He died on a street outside the bar. His face was also a bloody mess, and his arms, including organs, were all missing.

There is no connection between these three cases. As for why he classified these three cases into the same random serial murder case, it was the same stench at the crime scene and the cause of death of the victim.

According to the forensic identification, the real causes of death of these three unrelated victims were different, but the only thing they had in common was that the injuries on their bodies were actually the result of being bitten by something.

Moreover, the bites left by the bites are very similar. Judging from the cooperative identification of several forensic doctors, these bites are not the bites of ferocious animals, but the bites of humans...

It shows that these victims seemed to have been bitten to death by someone.

"Well, almost."

Baker, who had come over a long time ago, had a tired look on his face. He handed the current inspection report to Jeffrey.

"You'll know when you go and see the scene."

There was something in Baker's words. Jeffrey took the inspection report and approached the scene.

At the scene, there were already some police officers stationed at the scene or technicians taking photos and looking for some clues, which seemed to be a bit crowded.

Jeffrey first looked at the current inspection report.

There is basically no difference from the previous three cases.

There was no very suspicious information at the scene.

Jeffrey took a general glance at the environment, and at a glance he knew that there were no cameras here either, which meant that this area was equivalent to a blind spot.

In other words, the probability that this case can be solved has become smaller.

Jeffrey had long been used to this situation.

There are so many unsolved cases backlogged in the police station.

As for this case being assigned to his special department, the reason is...

Jeffrey covered his nose and mouth, looking at the dehumanized victim that the technicians had moved away, and looking at the wall of the building at the scene.

There were traces of hands and feet there, as if someone climbed the wall like a gecko and left the place quickly.

This was not something a human could do, but the wounds on the victims looked like they were inflicted by humans.

So these two points are very contradictory.

There are contradictions and incredible places that must have supernatural powers.

Jeffrey looked at the densely packed wall extending to another wall, and followed slowly with an expressionless face.

Finally, he stopped at the end of his hands and feet, and then shifted his gaze to the wall of another building facing him.

There is also a crawling path above this second building.

It looked like a person bit the victim to death in the middle of the night, ate the internal organs, then instantly climbed the wall, climbed straight up, and jumped directly to the second building.

Through various signs at the scene, Jeffrey easily thought of such a scene. He looked at the traces of hands and feet that slowly faded and were lost on the wall of the second building, and said solemnly.

"It's not something humans can do, it's just how long it would take to do that."

Baker, who was following him, had already become more mature after experiencing several supernatural cases, so he spoke.

"We checked to see where the trace would extend, and it turned out to be a good four miles from here, and ended up being lost in another community..."

This sentence shows how difficult it is, and it is not something that ordinary people can do.

By climbing the wall, he jumped one building after another, covering a distance of six or seven kilometers, and the traces could prove that it was freshly baked.

After telling some inhuman details, Baker asked: "Do you want to talk to Father Archibald?"

Although Father Yorkes left, there were still relevant clergy members in Pluto Church who accepted him.

And Father Archibald was the accepted clergyman. Their special department, which is the government's department in contact with the church, naturally chose to report it, but the people were different.

"Tell me, let the clergy of the church come over and take a look. It will be more effective than anyone else." Jeffrey sighed.

"They can see details and real faces that we ordinary people can't."

It’s not that there are no special officials, but rules are rules after all.

In one sentence, the official government for ordinary people is the government. The church has no control over ordinary people's affairs and has no right to do so.

However, the church is the official authority for supernatural and supernatural matters, exorcisms, etc. or special personnel. Therefore, once there is a supernatural case, for the sake of safety, they will choose to tell someone from the church and wait for the clergy to come and deal with it.

Hearing this, Baker couldn't help but take out a cigarette from his arms and put it in his mouth without smoking.

Because his wife is giving birth to a baby, he has stopped smoking. He holds it in his mouth just for nostalgia and at the same time to relieve stress.

"We need to report to the cathedral, and then the cathedral will allocate it, so it seems that Father Archibald also needs to report to the church for approval.

Alas, I miss the time when Father York was here. If the priest was here, he would probably be here now, and it would be solved on the same day, unlike now where we have to wait. "

Jeffrey glanced at the bumbling Baker and said calmly.

"So there is only one Yorkist priest in the world. By the way, the priest is now a bishop, the youngest bishop in the history of the church, so we need to change our name in the future and call him a bishop."

After speaking, Jeffrey turned and left.

Baker twitched his lips, put the cigarette away again, looked at the bloody traces of hands and feet on the wall, and turned around as well.

"Man, wait for me!"

The investigation into this serial random murder case continues.

Two days had passed when Jeffrey reported the incident to the New York Cathedral, including Father Archibald in Pluto Church.

As a result, another identical murder case occurred in the Leith community where traces of hands and feet disappeared.

The Leith neighborhood is one of the more dangerous neighborhoods in New York and is home to many black people who have fled here, including immigrants from various countries and illegal immigrants.

In addition, there are many very dangerous factors when there are gangs, and robberies are commonplace.

Nowadays, the place is on full alert. Some pedestrians looked at the police cars gathered together and all gave way.

Only a few gang members gathered on the street and watched carelessly.

When they saw a priest wearing divine robes appear, they started to cheer even more, and the atmosphere became lively.

What's more, some dark-skinned young men have the shadow of firearms on their waists.

Because Jeffrey once took over Pluto Church, Father Archibald, who was assigned the task, couldn't help but take a look, then shook his head and headed towards the isolation zone.

For him, a clergyman who was deeply influenced by the Bishop of York, God does not save everyone.

Jeffrey frowned and glanced over there.

"Beck, go give them a warning and tell them to be quiet."

Baker nodded, glanced over there, and went directly to the local police officer.

In a place like this, a veteran like him could tell what was going on here just by looking at it.

If the gang can be so arrogant, they must have the support of someone from the police station.

After Jeffrey gave his instructions, he ignored the matter and followed Father Archibald into the scene, his ears already becoming quiet.

"Father Archibald,"

Jeffrey looked at the body being carried out of the scene and stared at the hands and feet on the wall of the path.

"The condition of the deceased is the same as before, and there will be such marks on the crime scene, along with a stench that will not go away for a long time."

Father Archibald nodded, smelling the stench spreading in the air, and looking at the traces of hands and feet on the wall, a solemn look appeared on his face.

"It's the putrid smell of ghouls."

Jeffrey was stunned for a moment: "Ghoul?"

Father Archibald nodded. Although it had not been long since he became a regular priest, his academic performance in the seminary was very good.

In seminaries, teachers often bring out various objects for the clergy to identify.

So as soon as he smelled this familiar rancid smell, he had already smelled the corresponding object.

"Ghouls are one of the most terrifying creatures in the demon army. They are cruel and vicious. They make a living by eating corpses. They are extremely powerful and usually have a putrid smell..." Father Archibald said solemnly.

After hearing the explanation, Jeffrey frowned slightly. The demon army was a very dangerous word when he heard it, and he began to feel a very strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"Is there anything you need to do, Father Archibald?"

Father Archibald frowned as he remembered the habits of ghouls.

"Just five corpses are not enough to fill their stomachs. Ghouls have a huge appetite, and they often join forces with their companions to hunt cooperatively.

Is there a place nearby to place the body? You can check to see if there is a place where corpses are often lost. If there is any indication that the place is a place where ghouls often go..."

Hearing this, Jeffrey nodded. If he had a clue and a direction of investigation, then everything would be easy to handle. The most difficult part of a case is actually the beginning.

"Understood, Father Archibald, I will check in this direction."

Father Archibald's expression was still solemn: "Be careful. Ghouls are very strong due to long-term consumption of corpses and have strong recovery capabilities. Their teeth are very sharp and can easily bite through the flesh. Once touched, they can Use holy water, including a blessed cross, or fire."

As he spoke, Father Archibald looked at Jeffrey who nodded, took a deep breath and said.

"I also need to report this matter to the New York Cathedral and Bishop Romulo. The appearance of the ghoul means that there is a powerful demon staring at New York."