"Boris?"

At this time, Yorkes was a little surprised, and took a serious look at Jeffrey.

Boris is a secret contact for the official organization to connect with the church.

In some special events or supernatural events, he has the right to ask Boris to provide backup help or facilitation, and he also has the responsibility to help Boris solve the supernatural events when he asks for help.

Now the person who connected to this connection has been replaced by Jeffrey.

But after thinking about it, York also felt that it made sense, after all, the Jeffrey in front of him had some connection with him, at least the person he personally saved.

"Yes."

Jeffrey smiled as he looked at the priest he respected in front of him.

"Father York, if there is anything you need help with in the future, you can tell me, and I will definitely complete it seriously."

York's eyebrows raised slightly, he could sense Jeffrey's seriousness, and he could understand what the other party meant, so he habitually drew a cross and said seriously.

"I will, Officer Jeffrey."

"Hmm." Jeffrey took a deep breath and tilted his head to look at the blood and corpses in the doorway behind him.

"Do you need our help here?"

As soon as he saw Jeffrey's appearance, Yorks couldn't help but think of Mr. Woodlaw and them before, and smiled slightly.

"No, I've already called the cleaning company, and they'll be over later."

"Ah......" Jeffrey tilted his head, he usually knows more than ordinary people in charge of homicides.

"I see."

"Hmm."

York's smile remained unchanged and he began to see off the guests.

"Officer Jeffrey, thank you for coming."

There were three police cars, and the shady scavengers didn't dare to come.

Jeffrey understood in seconds and nodded slightly.

"Good night, Father York, we're done."

Yorkes could not deny it, and made a cross on his chest.

"Good night, Officer Jeffrey, I wish you all a good night, and the Lord is with you."

"Thank you."

Geoffrey glanced at the doorway one last time, nodded, and turned to stride away.

Under York's gaze, he waved his hand, and with all his men re-seated in the police car, he left the place after a while.

Seeing this, York looked to the right, and just at this time, two cars resembling cleaning trucks quietly appeared until they slowly stopped in front of him.

The first to get out of the car was a thin old man who wore a fisherman's hat at night, and he came to York, took off his hat, revealing a head of hair that was sparse and completely white, and said respectfully.

"Father York, it's a pleasure to see you again."

York walked past the old man and looked behind him, a group of big men with various cleaning tools looked a little unusual, but very absorbent.

"Well, so am I, Charlie."

As he spoke, Yorks turned around and gestured to the dirty doorway.

"Can you clean it up?"

The old man, Charlie, chuckled implicitly, "No problem, Father York. ”

After saying that, the old man pinched the right hand of the fisherman's hat and waved it lightly.

A total of ten big men behind him suddenly moved out and slowly walked into the church.

Two people disposed of the blood, organs, and corpses at the door, and the remaining eight people walked in.

Looking at this wide opening and closing, but the movement was very neat and clean, York looked at the old man waiting next to him.

"How much?"

Hearing this, the old man Charlie hesitated, these scavengers who serve the killer generally collect the coins that circulate in the killer world.

If you really want to reciprocate, it is a matter of one coin, a corpse is a coin, a request is a coin, and even a glass of wine is a coin.

"This ......"

The old man subconsciously glanced at the priest next to him, he knew that this priest definitely did not have coins, and through the exchange ratio of currency to coin, he tentatively said a price.

"A million?"

"Huh?"

York was stunned, his current net worth is only more than two million, cleaning so many corpses and some ketchup, it costs one million, this is treating him as a big injustice?

Looking at the old man Charlie next to him, York's eyebrows and eyes furrowed slightly, and under the mood fluctuations, a huge aura naturally rose.

"Are you sure it's a million?"

"Yes, Father York......"

Old man Charlie just wanted to explain the situation on their side, but the ensuing sensation made his pupils shrink, and at this moment he only felt that some kind of change had occurred in the priest next to him.

The tall figure, which was slowly growing like Tarzan, seemed to be pressing towards him.

At such an instant, the old man Charlie only felt that he could no longer breathe, and while the heart in his body was beating wildly, his brain was about to explode.

The heavy pressure like a mountain made him fall into a magical high-pressure zone in an instant.

"Charlie?"

The old man's change was a little obvious, and York suddenly noticed it, and hurriedly put away the spiritual power that was quietly released, and a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Because in his previous life, when it came to money, he was always a little obsessed.

"Hoo ......"

The pressure disappeared in an instant, the old man Charlie suddenly felt like a dream, gasped for breath, and fell to the ground, he looked up at the priest who was becoming more and more strange, as if he knew him for the first time, and there was only a palpitation and fear left in his heart, and he only felt that this was a very terrifying existence.

"I'm sorry, Charlie, my fault."

Feeling apologetic, York reached out and forcibly grabbed the evasive hand of the old man Charlie and pulled him up.

"The main thing is that I don't have much money right now, can it be a little cheaper? Give me a discount of 500,000? ”

After such a wave, where would the old man Charlie refuse, and he didn't even dare to talk about the rules and regulations on their side.

"Alright, alright, alright, priest."

Looking at Charlie, the old man who became more and more humble and quietly walked away a few steps, the corners of York's mouth twitched, and he could understand the other party's feelings.

The average mental power of ordinary people is only ten points, and his spiritual power is already eight times the norm, to explain it in the simplest sentence, it is probably his own overlord color domineering.

Fortunately, he can control the mental power, and he can also selectively control the output, otherwise he can't go anywhere.

Thinking of this, York looked at Charlie, an old man who seemed to be frightened, and said helplessly.

"Charlie, excuse me, can you give me an account? I'll transfer it tomorrow. ”

Hearing this, the old man Charlie carefully took out a pen and paper from the pockets on both sides of his coat and wrote an account number, handed it over, and his tone was more respectful than before.

"Father York, this is our account number, you can transfer it any day."

"Hmm."

Yorkes took it easily, and he didn't bother to explain what happened to the old man Charlie just now, the world of ordinary people, even people in special industries, is indeed too far away from him.

"Okay, Charlie."

Charlie nodded obediently, took his hat and put it on his chest and saluted.

York didn't care, and let the old man Charlie quietly stay a few steps away and look at the door.

I don't know why, the two cleaners who were in charge of cleaning the door are gone.

York's eyebrows twitched slightly, and in his eyes, the doorway had been restored to its original state, and even the blood stains on the door had disappeared without a trace, and the whole was no different from usual.

Before York could figure out how to clean it up, the two cleaners who had just disappeared and the eight cleaners who were tidying up inside walked out one after another, holding a body wrapped in a membrane.

Watching these calm-looking cleaners neatly move one corpse after another into the cleaning cart, Yorkes couldn't help but think of the introduction of Johan, the god of killing, to them.

"Professional ......"