American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 342 Arrival——

"OK! Card!!!!"

The carefully arranged shooting location echoed with Drew's loud shouting of cards.

He looked at the three screens in front of him and the various data displayed on them, with a trace of satisfaction flashing across his face.

It was indeed the best choice to do it himself, and it was not bad that he had spent so much money to get it done.

Although it cost nothing to live under someone else's roof, he was always banned for no apparent reason, which made him very angry.

Thinking about it, Drew got up from his seat and walked towards the center of the shooting venue.

"Good job, everyone!"

As the person in charge and person behind the scenes, Drew clapped his hands and encouraged Max, including the invited actors.

After it was over, the invited actors began to return to normal, and the staff waiting nearby also walked into the camera and began to clean up or distribute water to them.

"Hey!"

Drew looked at the fifth-rate actor who got up from the bed and played the possessed man named Brahim Kahn, who couldn't find any job or acting opportunities, and exaggerated loudly.

"Hey! Who is going to award Raheem an Oscar!"

As soon as these words came out, they undoubtedly hit the heart of this fifth-rate actor.

Brahim allowed the staff next to him to wipe him, and faced the big benefactor with a smile.

"If I ever win an award, the first person I want to thank is you, Drew, for being the inspiration."

This was said very nicely, and Drew laughed, walked over and shook hands with this sensible actor.

"Thank you! Thank you everyone!"

In addition to shaking hands with Brahim, Drew also ran over to shake hands with several women who played family members and set off the atmosphere very well, and held a bowl of water to drink. No one wanted these people to go out and talk about this and them. The live broadcast is fake.

"If you want to take pictures or keep souvenirs, you can't upload them anywhere."

"Okay! We won't talk nonsense, boss."

After hearing the assurance, Drew nodded with satisfaction and smiled.

"thanks, thanks!"

After saying that, Drew continued to run to his friend and partner. He stood behind the scenes and praised Max on the other side of the platform.

"Great acting, man!"

Max glanced at Drew, smiled and said nothing, just stared.

"Huh?" Drew felt a little strange, and felt that the way Max looked at him made him feel a little scared.

"What's wrong with you? Max, you're not tired anymore? Come on, man, you used to be a teddy perpetual motion machine that never gets tired!"

With that said, Drew stretched out his hand and patted Max on the shoulder out of habit.

This time, Max changed his gaze.

"I'm fine, Drew, I want to know what your next move is."

Drew was a little surprised. After all, in the past, the guy in front of him would not ask about topics related to the program. After thinking about it, Drew shrugged: "I want to expand our program."

"What expansion?" Max picked up a bottle of mineral water from the high table in front of him and handed it to Drew.

"Catch ghosts! Psychic!" Drew took it and said confidently without drinking.

"And visiting a haunted house! With such a rich program list, it will definitely attract many fans and passers-by, and it can also keep the show interesting, so that old viewers will not get tired of watching it and keep getting stuck in, even if some people know it is fake. And they will keep watching."

However, Drew didn't see Max's eyes when he said it. He didn't know which words touched which heartstring. Instead, Max frowned and said seriously.

"Drew, we have discussed it. The priests are not psychic and will not visit haunted houses. For them, this is not their proper job and they will be kicked out by the church!"

Drew was stunned for a moment, wondering why Max would pay special attention to this point.

In his opinion, the priest is just an ordinary profession. There are no demons and devils in this world, and there is also no God.

"I know, but Max, this is the first step to expand our business, otherwise you will never become a big Internet celebrity with five million fans. Do you think that more than one million fans are enough now?"

Drew said rather bitterly.

"No, with more than one million fans, at best, it's just a small Internet celebrity. If you grab a handful, you can spread it everywhere."

However, Max was too lazy to listen anymore. He just shook his head and said I don't want to do it, and then left the place, leaving Drew's face gradually turning pale.

"Damn it!"

Drew looked at Max's leaving figure and felt a little headache for a moment, and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

at the same time.

New York Cathedral.

Father Augsger, with his assistant, Father Archibald, who was actually studying, led by a monk from the cathedral, entered the room where Bishop Romulo was.

It was already half past ten, and Bishop Romulo had already taken off the bishop's robe he wore every day and put on a pair of simple pajamas.

After reading what happened today and adding some information he found.

"Not bad, I'm very satisfied with the progress." Bishop Romulo glanced at Father Augsig and said calmly.

In the data, groups of ghouls were wiped out one after another, and it only took one night to clean them up.

During the day, several related altars and magic circles were found and destroyed.

Then some suspicious characters were tracked down.

After receiving the compliment from Bishop Romulo, Father Augsger seemed very calm. He saw that the bishop had seen the suspect's information and said.

"Bishop Romulo, these suspects can be roughly reduced to eighteen, and they seem to have no fixed residence and move around. Every time they move, they will leave behind these altars and magic circles."

Father Augsger said in a positive tone.

"What is certain at present is that these altars and magic circles do have the effect of summoning. At the same time, these are somewhat sloppy and familiar and exquisite. The lines of the magic circle make me feel that someone among these eighteen people has made a deal with the devil. As for who exactly it is. , we haven’t found out what the transaction was.”

"Devil's deal?"

After hearing these words, Bishop Romulo's eyes stopped at these dozen photos. Above were the residents who once lived in the house with the altar, and below were their whereabouts.

Importantly, photos of Drew and Max are among them.

Bishop Romulo shook his head, threw the document on the table in front of him, and said calmly.

"I don't care who was involved in what, or what deal was made with which devil. I just need you to find the person who made the deal and find out the truth."

What strange things happen in this world? An ordinary person makes a deal with the devil. For Bishop Romulo, it is just an ordinary thing. He has lived for such a long time and has not died. He is about to retire. What is so strange? Things have not been seen before.

Even if a devil appeared in front of him, Bishop Romulo would not have much fluctuation in his heart.

The saying that a person becomes better with age refers to his life experience.

"yes!"

Father Augsger and Father Archibald nodded respectfully.

"With official help, the traces of these eighteen suspects will be found soon. As long as they still live in the world of human society, they will inevitably use cards, money and other things. The only trouble is that they need to confirm and screen them one by one. , locking in the real suspect."

After hearing this, Bishop Romulo nodded, looked at the priest in front of him, and waved.

"Just take care of it yourself. If there is anything you can't solve, report it to me."

The two priests looked at each other, and they could hear the deeper meaning contained in this sentence. If there were demons that they priests could not solve, they would call the bishop above.

As the saying goes, if the sky falls, there is still someone tall to hold it up, so although the aloof bishop usually doesn't do much, the presence of the bishop can indeed make people feel at ease.

"Yes, Bishop!"

The two priests, Father Augsger and Father Archibald, quickly packed up all the information and left.

They will use stupid methods to divide their power into eighteen parts to trace through the cooperation between the official and the church.

As for the time, it is decided by who is faster and who is slower. After all, Free America is also very big. It is impossible to confirm the authenticity of these suspects at the same time in a huge sea of ​​people.

In this way, time passes bit by bit.

Came the next night.

When the relevant reports that had locked the real suspect were about to come to Father Augsger.

Deployment has begun at a filming location as far away as Los Angeles.

Drew, who had no idea that he had been locked up as a suspect by both parties, took command at the scene.

"Luciano, the window must burst at the time I told you, do you understand?"

Drew said seriously: "This is very important. I want the audience, fans, and passers-by to be shocked."

Luciano nodded and said confidently: "Boss, don't worry, have I had any accidents?"

Hearing this, Drew looked at the window and smiled, and continued to scan the place. He didn't see the person he was looking for and said, "Of course I believe you, Luciano. By the way, where is the radio engineer? Where is Iman?" Already?"

Luciano hesitated a little, not sure whether he should say anything, and finally said: "He seems to have gone out to buy something."

But Drew saw it directly, and his face was a little gloomy: "He went to smoke again, right? Damn it, go get him back, I don't want to see a drug addict who is high!"

Having said this, Drew looked at a young woman sitting in front of various devices, playing with her mobile phone, and twitched the corners of her mouth.

Originally, it was impossible for him to hire such a person to work. After all, once it was exposed somewhere and affected the atmosphere of the live broadcast, it would be an unacceptable mistake.

But I can't bear the fact that Iman is his girlfriend's brother.

"Go get Iman back! Tell him that if he smokes again, get out of here immediately, and I won't give him the money in front of him!"

Luciano heard that his boss was not joking, nodded quickly, and left to find Iman.

Looking at Luciano's leaving figure, Drew sighed, feeling that he had been experiencing more and more headaches recently.

Even Max, an old friend, has become a little strange. His originally somewhat dissolute character has become something else.

"Did something happen that I don't know about?"

Thinking of Max, Drew found a staff member deployed at the venue.

"Go, call Max here, get ready to start shooting!"

The staff nodded, but before he could look for it, Max, Iman, who had disheveled hair, a blank face, and a confused Luciano walked in from the front door.

Seeing this, Drew couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey! Dude, here's your script." Drew handed Max a sheet of lines.

Then looking at Iman, whose eyes were lifeless and bloodless, Drew frowned.

"Iman! You'd better wash your face first? Otherwise I won't let you do anything."

Iman had a rough face, and his forehead was already covered with cold sweat. He nodded numbly, and then headed towards the bathroom.

Drew wanted to ask something, but Max had already taken the manuscript and left.

Subconsciously, Drew looked at Luciano, wanting an explanation, but Drew only got a shrug from Luciano and said that he would meet the two of them as soon as he went out.

"Forget it, go ahead and check the props again."

Drew waved his hand, looked at Luciano who nodded and left, shook his head and walked in the direction of his girlfriend.

Anything is fine, as long as it doesn't affect the live broadcast.

As he was getting ready for the scheduled broadcast time, something unexpected happened to him.

The hired actors were slow to show up.

And there are only seven minutes left.

This made Drew feel angry and cursed secretly, but looking at the countdown timetable above, he had absolutely no choice.

"fk, if you don't come back, we will have to cancel this live broadcast."

Drew looked at all the equipment on the field, including Max and others. Although Iman did not appear, there were more people who could replace him.

It's the actor aspect that stumps him a bit. Actors are especially important. If the acting is too exaggerated and exaggerated, the audience will not be immersed in it. The live broadcast will be a failure, so he has always hired people who have really studied. actor.

The girlfriend Leanne next to her suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong? You look restless."

"The actors didn't come," Drew said helplessly, crossing his arms.

"It seems that this live broadcast will be cancelled."

There were so many things going on today that gave him a headache.

"Actor?" Leanne raised her eyebrows.

"Playing a possessed person?"

"Yes." Drew said while looking at the waiting people and the venue, frowning, and looking at the two minutes left.

"Not everyone can perform that kind of hysteria."

At this moment, his girlfriend's words made him react like a sudden realization.

"Actor? Isn't this ready-made?" Leanne pointed at herself and smiled.

"You have to know that I once joined a drama club!"

Drew looked at his girlfriend with a touched expression on his face, then clapped his hands and hugged her.

"That's great, baby, you may be my blessing from my previous life."

Leanne just said calmly: "You'd better sell more peripheral products. I decided to change our honeymoon venue to a better place."

"You pick, whatever you want!" Drew said excitedly, pulling his girlfriend out of the equipment area and announcing to the people waiting over there.

"The actor is here! My baby, Leanne!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then cheered. Only Max, who was wearing a fake divine robe, had a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He thought of the bathroom, the man he used to smoke and sacrifice to the devil as a sin.

"Sisters and sisters, what a happy ending."

He looked at Leanne, who was a little shy and embarrassed in Drew's arms, and murmured to himself.

At this time, a special plane from the Vatican had just arrived at JFK International Airport...