"Sir, why don't you detain them?"

Police Officer Thackeray, who had just moved the dilapidated pickup truck out of the middle to make way for him, also came to Thomas's side at this time, looked at the red taillights that gradually disappeared into the darkness, and said.

"What if he doesn't come tomorrow?"

Thomas recalls the first time he met York, and that deep impression he was imposing.

"That kid is not simple, I see the temperament of a superior in him."

Thackeray was stunned for a moment, and looked at his boss.

Thomas frowned, then stretched out again.

"Even if he doesn't come tomorrow, we have a way to apply for a search warrant."

As he spoke, Thomas looked at the man who was still fainting on the ground and said in a deep voice.

"There is also a big problem with this person, as long as we go back and check the residual organs in the car and extract DNA, we can find out whether this person is related to those disappearances."

Thackeray nodded.

"How's he doing?" As soon as Thomas had said this, the conversation moved on to something else.

"How do you think that kid knocked this guy unconscious?"

As a model of American, American-style cohabitation, the veteran officers in the police department are themselves experienced in battle.

So Thackeray came out of the army and ended up being a police officer.

But at this time, he shook his head, "I didn't see any signs of struggle, and I didn't see obvious injuries, which means that it's just a matter of faces." ”

Thomas's face began to become solemn, and he muttered a little in his heart, combined with what he saw and the identity of the other party's outsider, he couldn't help but wonder what York was here for.

Thinking of this, Thomas said, "Get the suspect in the car, and you drive his pickup truck." ”

Thackeray nodded, and left the spot, tidying up for his return.

Seeing this, Thomas took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number.

Policewoman Sybil herself is his subordinate.

He wanted to find out if what the other party was saying was true.

"Hello? Sir. ”

Sybil's voice carried the wind, from loud to low, indicating that she was leaning against the side of the road to park.

"Sybil, I'm asking you something." Thomas Road.

"Did you come across a Jeep Wrangler when you were at the gas station?"

The sound was heard on the other side, and the policewoman Sybil stopped the car on the side of the road, just as Thomas had thought, and she was surprised to hear this.

"Sir, how do you know?"

She was very impressed by the man in the car.

"It seems that he is not wrong." Recognizing this, Thomas didn't know why, and relaxed.

"Here's the thing."

“.”

Yorkes glanced up in the car mirror.

Rose, who had moved from the front seat to the back seat, was probably driving for a day, and was now holding Sharon and falling into a deep sleep.

But Sharon is in this comfortable position, relying on the lights in the car, burying her head in painting.

The closer she gets to Silent Hill, the more drowsiness Sharon becomes, and of course, she likes to draw more than she does in the movies.

Previously, Rose had been concentrating on driving, and what she didn't know was that some of the drawings were actually drawn by Sharon in a sleepwalking state.

This is actually equivalent to Sharon's ontology, Alesha, and the more Sharon sleeps, the more Alessa wants to say something to him.

There was so much information in it that he was now becoming more and more aware of the situation in the Silent Hill of this world.

It turns out that Silent Hill is not as harmless and unremarkable as in the movie, and it seems to be affected by the dark power of Alesa.

In fact, Silent Hill is special in its own right, a sacred place for the Indians.

So Silent Hill itself has magical powers.

York looked at Sharon in the glass, her eyes blank but scribbling, and sighed in his heart.

From those paintings, he did know a lot of information that was not found in the movies.

Silent Hill has magical powers, and when the ancient Native Americans discovered this, they used this magical power in this land to try to communicate with their ancestors, their own gods.

Whether they can communicate or not, he doesn't know.

But from the information revealed in those paintings, this magical power was pure in itself from the beginning, and the aborigines only used this power as a bridge to communicate with their ancestral gods, until later natural and man-made disasters such as European colonization and plague began to change.

The darkness generated by natural and man-made disasters began to pollute this magical power, distorting the pure power.

"So are the people of Silent Hill Town aboriginal, or are they ill-intentioned people after knowing the truth about Silent Hill?"

York's attention stayed on Sharon's.

Combined with the information in his possession, he finally knew the source of Aresha's power, which matched his second previous guess.

It's not a pact with anyone, or a demon.

But he himself is very special, and he may have the power to merge with Silent Hill, during the period of hatred, Alesa may have used her own power, and the power of Silent Hill burned the enemy to the ground, and locked the enemy hiding in the church in her mental space.

Thinking of the stigmata on Thomas's hand, he had another doubt.

"Who the hell is Alesa?"

The guy who can appear with such a stigma is either a god or a big person.

After all, there is such a thing as stigmata, and he only knows in the history of the church that there is a saint who has stigmata on his body.

Legend has it that St. Francis, due to God's providence, before the 40-day fast of St. Michael's Commander-in-Chief God, God appeared in a different form and imprinted on St. Francis the five wounds that Jesus suffered during the crucifixion, that is, his hands, feet and his left flank, in order to influence the hard heart of sinners, so that they can change their previous sins and be saved

Of course, in addition to St. Francis, there are many more people who appear to be stigmata, but without exception they are all legendary big figures.

For example, the Holy Maiden Ebof, the Holy Mother of Teresa and others.

The more York thought about it, the more he felt a little uncomfortable.

The plot of the movie is so simple, but when it comes to this world, it is confusing.

Because now in his opinion, Alesa is not human at all.

The moment he deliberately called the police and saw the stigma, he confirmed this fact, and York had confirmed this speculation for the first time.

In the movie, Araissa, who was bullied and even judged and burned by the adults of Silent Hill, is not a simple human in this world, but a human being who is related to a god or a god herself.

"Gods?"

Yorks stared at Alaisa and whispered to himself.

"Are you a god spawned in Silent Hill? Or was it the aboriginal people of the time, the gods believed in by the ancient Indians? ”

The sound fell, as if faintly inaudible in the roaring sound of the engine, and Yorkes was not afraid of being heard by Rose, because he had blocked Rose's hearing.

"No wonder there is such a strong force that can create the inner world, which already belongs to the means of recreating the world and the gods."

Yorks exhaled lightly as he stared at Sharon, who still scribbled as if he hadn't heard him.

In the movies of her previous life, there are two particularly obvious worlds in the world created by Alesha.

One table, one mile, two worlds.

Skipping the inner world, at the end of the movie, the surface world created by Alesa is not limited to the size of Silent Hill Town, but can spread directly to Rose's home.

This method is simply incredible.

Don't look at his current strength, but with his current means, he really can't do this at all.

Even if he later controlled the microscopic particles and the microscopic world, had the possibility of creating a new universe and a new world, and even had the possibility of creating a new human being through the combination of atoms and molecules, and harvesting holy power to become a god, he still couldn't imagine how to do it.

You have to know that Alesha's surface world can be created in a one-to-one ratio just like the real world.

"Sigh, I'm still too weak, why don't you accept me as an apprentice?" York laughed at himself, looking unmoved, still scribbling and drawing, and Sharon, who didn't know what to draw, finally withdrew his gaze.

In any case, since you have stepped into this vortex, you can only continue to walk.

Fear, retreat and retreat were never in his range of options, there was really something wrong, he simply called God directly to suppress the formation.

"From now on, learning is not the only purpose, the important thing is to at least cure Sharon's illness, after all, I accepted the wishes of believers on behalf of God, and accepted the prayers of Chris and Ross."

York let go of his hands, and while controlling the steering wheel with his telekinesis, he took out his mobile phone, which he had used for many years and had always cherished, and rummaged through the address book on it.

"The parish of West Virginia is which old. The bishop is responsible for coming? ”

Yorkes muttered, looking at the phone number on the address book, and felt a little headache.

The church is so big that there are people in charge of it almost all over the world, so naturally there are more of them in his address book.

This is thanks to the fact that the old man became the Pope, and he stayed in the headquarters for several years, and he knew the old fellow, oh no, there were actually quite a few bishops he knew.

Whether it's a relationship between two eyes and two hats, it's still stored.

It's not for anything.,It's for exorcism and tasks.,I'm afraid of people who don't clean up after running around.,Oh no.,I'm afraid there's no backstage.。

"Now that I want to come, there are still a lot of places to go." Yorkes smiled nostalgically and found the West Virginia note among the many phone numbers.

"Bishop Josefini, it seems that the relationship is not bad"

Through his memorization, coupled with the fact that his brain should have mutated, Yorkes quickly remembered his past with Bishop Josefini.

"He's from the old man's line."

The voice of his heart fell, and York subconsciously glanced at the time.

After a toss, the time came to eleven o'clock before I knew it.

It's already late at night, especially for the elderly, who have already fallen asleep at this point in time.

"Forget it, if it's your own people, you won't be tortured, in case you sue the old man, I also feel a headache."

Suddenly remembering the old man's nagging like an old mother in the past, Yorks suddenly shook his head and marked this phone number out of purpose, saving him from looking for it later.

"But the old man doesn't know if he can wake up, obviously like a cockroach, his vitality is very strong, but."

York was silent for a moment, put away his phone casually, and glanced at Sharon in the car rearview mirror, no matter what her situation was now, directly blocked her hearing with his telekinesis, and then leaned back into the back of the chair.

The car he asked John Wick to pick was certainly comfortable, and he could feel his back completely wrapped around the back of the seat.

"Yes."

York raised his hands in the back of his head and closed his eyes.

At this time, the center console is like being operated by an invisible person, and the interface changes in various ways, and finally stops at the title of a song.

[STAR . WALKIN]

"As long as I have a breath, there is no end, all the way to the moonlight, if life does not stop, chase the stars until the dawn."

“.”

Under the song, the Wrangler led a young bishop with his hands and eyes closed, a sleeping child holding his child's mother, and a sleepwalking scribbling child, galloping towards the bright moon in front of him.

——

"York, it's rare you'll call."

West Virginia.

In the grand parish of Charleston, on the sun-drenched balcony, a priest stood beside an old man dressed in a bishop's robe, without saying a word.

After the old man said this, he waved his hand.

The priest who came with the phone bowed his head slightly, and left quietly.

"Bishop Josefini, good morning." The voice came from the mobile phone, and the corners of Bishop Josefini's mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes revealed a kind of wisdom.

He remembered the first time he saw York, when he was still in the headquarters, and York's body was standing beside the Pope's crown, exuding a very calm temperament, and the clean air exuded was eye-catching.

Who knew that this young man would be so special.

Now that I think about it, His Majesty the Pope is indeed worthy of His Majesty the Pope, and he actually found York when the world began to find a successor.

It reminded him of the history of the Church, where every pope of the Church had the ability to heal the cracks.

"Tell me, York, call me and see what's the matter."

Thoughts swirled in his mind, and Bishop Josefini picked up the coffee on the small table and took a sip.

"If you want to come to West Virginia for a vacation and relax, you are absolutely welcome, and if you want my place, I will definitely not refuse."

The words of calm were transmitted to the other side through the signal.

The small town of Lost.

In front of a simple hotel, Yorkes was standing on the street looking at Rose and Sharon in the shop in front of him, the corners of his mouth tugging, and he complained in his heart.

Think beautifully.

Don't look at what it looks like now, what demons, what hard work he has solved for the church by himself, it looks like he has taken over the task of exorcism for the church alone.

But in reality, it's just the tip of the iceberg.

The world is so big, time does not stand still when he acts, everyone does not stand still, and everything does not go on when he is done.

At least when he solved an exorcism, there were at least one exorcism of varying difficulty everywhere in the world.

In short, there is so much going on in the control of a bishop in a large diocese.

Just having to approve the documents for applying for exorcism permits in various places, as well as the management of the entire diocese, he had a headache when he thought about it.

So he would never agree to such a thing, absolutely! Because in a way, freedom has been imprisoned at one point.

Just think about it, what bishop can go as much as he wants? Go wherever you want? Even if there are reasons for the cracks in the world.

"Bishop Josefini, I prefer freedom to be tied to being in place." York laughed.

"Actually, I'm in West Virginia, you know the small town of Lost."

(End of chapter)