In a paranormal event, if the person is not dead, it is relatively simple to trace the cause, and there may even be the possibility of triggering a random task.

But Franch Runch died, and Yorks had to go somewhere as originally planned, to see his friends and sell the powder he had obtained by chance.

Soon, York arrived at its target, a 24-hour convenience store that was still Stanford.

After glancing at the convenience store that seemed to be empty because there was no one around, York parked the car in an empty space, picked up his mobile phone and clicked on the recording to play.

At this point, the back seat is unusually quiet.

"The three-point spiritual attachment can only last for three hours?"

Yorkes glanced back at the back seat, ignoring the carrier medium of the evil spirits of Annabelle's doll, and took the Bluetooth speaker back.

After about three hours of playback, Yorks no longer senses the existence of divine energy on this Bluetooth speaker.

"This form of consumption, a little mental power is equal to an hour's effect?"

As a result of such an experiment, York's eyes became more amiable when he looked at Annabelle's doll.

"Stay with me, and I'll rely on you from now on."

Satisfied, Yorkes picked up the backpack in the passenger seat, said this to the empty back seat, and got out of the car.

［1：29］

Like a traveler, Yorkes slung a backpack bigger than a hiking backpack over his shoulder and entered the 24-hour convenience store.

It is no different from the cognitive convenience store, the front is full of dazzling goods, and next to the cash register, there is a middle-aged man with dark skin, who bows his head to show respect when he sees York.

"Father York, it's been a long time since you've been here."

"Hmm."

Yorkes replied casually, lifted the backpack over his shoulder like a normal satchel, and walked towards the wall deep in.

"Todd, open the door for me."

"Okay!"

The cashier, Todd, responded, pressing the Y key on the keyboard under the computer with his right hand.

As soon as York walked in front of the wall, the white wall creaked and split into a small door-sized space, revealing the elevator inside.

This is a strange scene in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of York, it is a normal situation, and everything in front of him is itself a way to prevent ordinary people from entering by mistake.

As Rowling said earlier, ordinary people have ordinary people's worlds, and people who are different from ordinary people naturally have their own worlds.

York walked in, the door closed automatically, and the elevator automatically took him to his destination.

Six seconds later.

When the door opened automatically, York's eyes appeared in the eyes of a corridor full of red light, the decoration of the corridor tended to be a bar, and the music inside could be faintly heard.

Remembering a certain guy's fetish, York shook his head and walked out of the elevator towards the corridor, and the music grew louder and louder as he went deeper and deeper.

Rock, Country......

Listening to the music, I came to the end, and everything suddenly became clear.

Stopping at the edge of the crossing, Yorks carried his backpack and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The top is a convenience store, and the bottom is similar to the layout of the bar, and there are all the boutique bars that you should have.

The long and narrow bar counter is filled with shelves full of various wine bottles, and the booth seats made up of sofas are scattered in pairs.

At a glance, there are really guests on every booth, either playing cards, or drinking, or sitting quietly listening to music, or communicating.

There are men and women, but this guest is not necessarily a real human.

Smelling the vague smell of lava, Yorks walked down the stairs with a nonchalant expression, carrying his backpack, which had become unusually small under his stature.

Rock music is playing, and the tall priest has already attracted everyone's attention,

As York walked along, there was a synchronized rhythm in the audience, that is, everyone stopped what was in front of them.

However, except for some people who are not familiar with the situation, these people just look at each other and turn their eyes away,

Curiosity, suspicion, fear, stiffness, these eyes can find a corresponding expression at this moment......

For a while, the atmosphere of fun changed,

York didn't care,

Except for exorcists with special abilities and more out-of-the-way methods, most of the guests here are basically humans who have been accidentally summoned and registered as demons.

To put it mildly, many of them are acquaintances who have been rectified by him, and the demons who can still be here today are basically demons who have been trained by the church or just want to enjoy the world.

Compared to the demons that have been destroyed, these demons who keep to themselves and work hard like humans are actually the winners in life.

Thinking of this, York strode past and opened the door into another area.

Behind him, the voices of relief rose and fell with each other.

Click!

The environment in front of me has changed again, and the layout here is the same as the convenience store above, row after row of shelves,

The only difference is that there are real goods on it, and here there are a lot of books and some bottles and jars, and some strange formalin-soaked specimens.

Beyond these shelves, York's gaze stopped at the front desk, a cool old man with a cold face wearing reading glasses and a pipe in his mouth, leaning over to stare at what the microscope was studying,

Seeing this, Yorks walked towards the front desk and reminded him.

"Father Mack, what new things are you working on?"

The voice fell, and the old man, who was studying something at the front desk, subconsciously stopped the movement in his hand, he took off his reading glasses and looked forward, but he didn't see anyone yet, the voice came out of his mouth first, and his tone was a little confused.

"York?"

Looking at the old man's expression, which gradually changed from doubt to surprise, York stopped in front of the front desk, put his backpack on the wide countertop, glanced at the lump of meat under the microscope and smiled

"I'm surprised to come?"

"Well, I was a little surprised."

After confirming who it was, the old man put his reading glasses on the countertop, and his face showed an obviously happy expression, so that the lines on his eyebrows were tangled.

"How do you have time to come here?"

"Exorcise an evil spirit, it's easier to get by, so I'm going to come and see you." Yorkes answered truthfully, took out the wrapped Franklin bills from his backpack, and handed them over.

"Well, I got some spirit powder."

"Spirit powder?"

As soon as these words came out, Old Mike's white eyebrows raised slightly, he took the crumpled banknotes in front of him, pinched the pipe in his left hand, and uncovered the powder in his right hand to look at the powder inside.

"Healy hasn't been lacking this thing lately."

Confirming that it was correct, Old Mac put it away and pointed at York with his pipe and smiled.

"However, I know that if this guy is fine, he probably won't get out of your nest."

"Or do you know me."

York smiled and looked at the old man in front of him, and memories came to mind, although the old man in front of him had retired, he was once at least a bishop.

(End of chapter)