In the confessional room, Russell hung up the phone and began to persuade him with kind words: "Sir, I know you are very sad because you lost your wife, but you keep laughing like this......"

"It's not me, it's my friend!"

The man across the board became vigilant, thinking that Russell might have discovered the truth.

Since his wife's 'inexplicable' disappearance, he has been so excited that he can't sleep at night, wanting to talk to someone but afraid of being seen out. I couldn't hold it back, so I came to the church to find the priest, but now that I look at it, the priest seems to be a little unreliable!

"Well, your friend's wife is lost, and you're sad......"

"It's not me, it's my friend's wife who lost it, and he's the one who grievs." Speaking of this, the man regretted it a little, got up and was about to leave.

"Wait, sir, bring a message to your friend. Since it's all so sad, it's better to come over again while there is still time, don't care about the money or not, you won't need it in the future anyway......"

Before Russell could finish speaking, the man opposite him had already fled, he sighed, pushed the door and walked towards the church door.

It's been almost a week since he arrived at the headquarters in Los Angeles, and at first he was thinking that the World Mission might be triggered in the church, but now he is dead.

Outside the door, Sister Medellín sweeps the fallen leaves with a broom, every day, as if she can't finish sweeping it.

"Son, are you leaving?" Sister Medellín asked with a smile.

Russell was stunned when he heard this, and shook his head directly: "No, I'm tired of sitting, come out and move." ”

"Coincidentally, I happened to be tired from activity and wanted to sit for a while." Sister Medellín smiled kindly and handed the broom over.

Russell took the broom speechlessly, swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, and Sister Medellín sat down on the stone steps, took out the red and white Marlboro, and began to swallow the clouds.

Russell didn't see it, Sister Medellin dedicated her life to her faith, was a person worthy of respect, and a little fault was harmless.

"Good boy, do you want one?"

"Uh, okay!" Russell wanted to refuse, but the cigarette had already been handed over and could only be taken in his hand.

Five seconds later, the white smoke was faint, and the old and the young sat side by side, and the broom was thrown on the ground.

"Sister Medellin, are there any evil spirits or anything like that in Los Angeles?" Russell began to talk about the old nun who was very old, and it seemed that she was not a fool like Jacob, so she might know something.

Sister Medellin grabbed her cigarette and said with a solemn face: "There are two devils in Los Angeles who are good at demagoguery and make people willing to go to hell, and even the Lord is helpless against them. ”

"Who are they, and where are they?" Russell asked impatiently.

"Here!"

Sister Medellín raised her hand and nodded her chest: "One is called power, the other is called money, faith is vulnerable in front of the two devils. ”

Russell: "......"

Sister Medellín threw away the cigarette butt, stepped on it with her foot, picked up the broom and continued to sweep the fallen leaves: "Child, go out if you want, but remember to come back early, the night in Los Angeles is dangerous." ”

"Okay!"

Russell turned around step by step, looking at Sister Medellin suspiciously, is this intelligence?

I guess so!

……

The church is located northwest of downtown Los Angeles, a short distance from the famous Hollywood, and Russell drove to it for a walk of Fame and Universal Studios.

I was not very lucky, I didn't meet a beautiful star, probably in the house of the director and investors on the script.

Of course, there are no beautiful stars, it doesn't mean that there are no beauties, after all, it's Hollywood, and there is never a shortage of beauties in this place.

Russell ordered a glass of ice water at the café, and a blonde stunner walked by the window, with a model-level tall figure and a high rate of turning heads. It's just that her companion is a little out of place, an old Chinese man wearing a hat, and the two are arguing as they walk, looking ...... The relationship is good!?

Russell's gaze followed the two of them, and they did not slowly retract until they disappeared around the corner, and where he could not see, the blonde beauty leaned against the wall to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

"What's wrong, Bauer?" The Chinese old man wondered, his partner's face was pale, as if he had suffered from heat stroke.

Recalling the sight from behind just now, the blonde beauty palpitated: "Cruz, hurry back to Boston after this case is handled, Los Angeles is too dangerous." ”

Russell sat in the café for two hours until night fell and the street lights flickered. Instead of returning to the church, he drove around and gradually approached the direction of the city center.

Sister Medellín said that the night in Los Angeles is dangerous, Russell decided to try to see how dangerous it is, will he walk at night and see the hell?

He took out the Terminator sunglasses and put them on, covering the blue light in his eyes, and the second-hand car avoided the brightly lit streets, picking for dimly lit side roads.

In the middle of the night, Russell found nothing, stopped at the gas station to refuel, and after a few hours, the danger was indeed there, but it was not the kind he imagined, 911 could solve it.

At this time, three or five motorcycles with strong sound came to the gas station, and the tough guy was full of high-level motor, but the riders were not related to the tough guys, both red and blue, and the godfather of the funeral family.

The tattooed woman sitting in the back seat saw Russell wearing sunglasses at night and gave him an international gesture, Russell smiled shyly and silently rolled up the car window.

……

The streets of Los Angeles at night are confused with colorful lights, and the people who have been hollowed out by the devil are like walking corpses, wandering back and forth in an empty shell without faith, looking for the loneliness of the other half, and spending the night with unbearable emptiness.

Several locomotives whizzed by, and the loud music caused passers-by to frown, and they lined up in a row, either screaming loudly or howling to the music.

Unaware of the fact that a second-hand broken car was shuttling through the traffic, following them unhurriedly.

Russell had a lot of luck tonight, and he was the same breed as the ugly ghosts in the border towns of Mexico.

Ten minutes later, the locomotive turned a corner and drove into a deep alley, and the members of the funeral family knocked on the large steel door embedded in the wall, pulled out a crumpled American knife, and was let in by the black security guard in a tight vest.

Russell stopped the car, straightened his collar in the rearview mirror, looked like a dog, and felt safe, then pushed the car door and walked towards the big steel door.

The lacquered lamps at both ends of the street are hung above the large iron gate, and next to it is a large stinky garbage can.

Russell knocked on the iron door, and the black security guard saw his priest's costume and immediately frowned: "Sorry, we don't accept clergy here." ”

Russell didn't speak, took out five Franklins, and spread them out in front of the security guard like a poker.

The security guard swallowed: "Sir, this has nothing to do with money, it's a matter of principle!" ”

"Don't make a fuss, man, I heard that there is a masquerade ball here for priests......" Russell pointed out of the street: "Also, the rules here are too rigid, I went to buy a dress and put it on, it only takes five minutes, why bother?" ”

"No way, rules are rules......"

"Yes, you are indeed a principled person."

Russell helped his sunglasses and added two more Franklins: "Except for the entrance fee, the rest is yours." ”

Hearing this kind of questioning professionalism, the face of the black and hard security guard changed suddenly, snatched Franklin in front of him, and fell the ...... In your own pocket.

"Welcome!"

After letting Russell walk in, the security guard's face turned cold and he took out the walkie-talkie: "Head, No. 2-3 monitoring is a bit ......"