Chapter 15 Winchester is your surname, and killing demons is your life! (Two chapters in one)
Reciting the name just mentioned by the statue of Confucius, Lange shuttled through the scattered historical celebrity exhibition area on the second floor, carefully searching for the target.
"Gabe Gabriel Amos! Is that you?"
After carefully comparing the names on the labels, Lange cast his gaze into the display window.
Standing behind the glass was a round-faced old man wearing a black robe and purple shoulder straps. Although his face was wrinkled, his eyes were extremely bright, like two stars in the night sky.
After the experience of chatting with Confucius just now, Lange carefully read the life of the character on the bronze medal label this time.
"The chief exorcist of the Vatican. He has personally conducted more than 160,000 exorcisms in his more than 60 years of service?!"
After reading it, Lango couldn't help but be secretly shocked. If the introduction was true, Father Amos would perform exorcism rituals almost a dozen times a day.
What kind of devilish physique does this old man have? !
At this time, Father Amos in the window was also looking at the young man in front of him. He saw that he was holding a flashlight in front of him and did not speak. He was just reading the introduction label over and over again, and finally shouted impatiently:
"If you have something to say, don't disturb my meditation!"
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Lango coughed lightly and smiled politely: "Hello, Father Amos, I am the night shift security guard at the museum. My name is Lango Winchester. The reason why I am looking for you this time is"
"etc!"
He was interrupted in the middle of his words. After looking around Lango, the little old man asked with a careful look: "What did you just say your last name was? Winchester?"
"Um, what's the problem?" Lange was a little strange.
"No, keep talking." Amos shook his head immediately, and then looked at himself excitedly, as if he couldn't wait for what he was going to say next.
Lango wrinkled his nose, and then continued, "I'm looking for you because I just bought a house, but unfortunately after I moved in, I discovered that the house was haunted. There were three ghosts that I saw with my own eyes." Ghost, so I want to ask the priest if you have any solution to them?"
After listening to his words, Amos touched the cross hanging on his chest twice, and then asked slowly: "Is it an evil spirit or a demon? Is anyone in the family possessed? Has the other party shown any supernatural power? For example, he can control Fire, teleportation, flight, mind control.”
"No, no," Lange quickly explained: "At present, it seems that the other party only knows a little bit of shallow illusions. He should be a spirit body such as an earth-bound spirit."
"Earth-bound spirit?!"
Amos, who was still serious at first, waved his sleeves disdainfully, "You're a little thing who's not even an evil spirit, and you came to me? Go, go, let's play!"
Seeing that the old man was so arrogant, Lange suddenly felt unhappy and said: "Do you think I am willing to come to you? If those guys hadn't hid when they saw me, I would have kicked them into hell!"
After saying that, Lange turned around and prepared to go to the Oriental Exhibition Hall again. Since the old man wouldn't help, he would ask Zhong Kui for his opinion.
"Wait!" Amos asked after listening to his back: "You mean, you can't see them when they hide?"
"What if?"
Lange turned back angrily and said, "I don't have sharp eyes. How can I possibly find these spirits when they are hidden?"
Although he didn’t know what the blazing eyes in the other party’s mouth were, when he heard Lango say that he couldn’t see ghosts, Amos immediately grinned and said, “I didn’t expect that the descendants of the Winchester family could even be bound to the earth. Can’t deal with it, hahaha”
After laughing several times, he asked Lango in a joking tone: "Was that guy Anderson so old that he forgot to use holy water to open your eyes when you were born?"
As soon as these words came out, Lango's progress stopped abruptly. He turned around suddenly and locked eyes with the old guy: "Do you know my grandfather?"
Amos raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It seems you know nothing about your family."
Lange was slightly startled when he heard this. In fact, he had traveled to this world since he was a baby. After more than ten years of getting along with each other, he had noticed that there was something unusual about his family.
For example, with the surname Winchester, he has lived for so many years and has never met anyone with the same surname as himself. This can be said to be a very rare thing in the United States.
There is also his grandfather. Lange clearly remembers that after his grandfather passed away in his childhood, some strange clergy would visit him every year on the anniversary of his death.
Of course, the more obvious thing is his mysteriously missing parents. Lange knows nothing about their work. He only knows that they travel many times every year and spend very little time with him.
Every time Lango asked what they were going to do, his mother would always stroke his hair and gently tell herself, "Go where they are needed."
Coupled with the religious utensils that often appeared in the house, Lange had long suspected that he was born into a family of exorcists.
As an aside, in addition, he also has an uncle and two cousins. Although they often met and played with each other when they were children, they have rarely been seen since his aunt passed away.
"I hate the Riddler the most"
Looking at the enigmatic Father Amos in the window, Lango took out his cigarette case, took out one and slowly lit it, then said: "Tell me you know everything about my family, otherwise"
"What else?" Amos asked with interest.
"I'll crush you and rush you into the women's restroom!"
"Walter."
Amos forcibly suppressed the last curse word starting with F, and stared at Lango, who was chewing a cigarette butt in front of him with an indifferent expression, "Do you know who I am! I am the chief exorcist priest of the Holy See! I have personally killed countless evil spirits. Send your soul to hell!”
"But now you are just a plastic model bearing the name Amos, with only his memory, and without inheriting any of his abilities."
Lange said bluntly, "Even if I break you into pieces, the most I can do tomorrow is a fine, but you will spend your whole life in a septic tank."
Seeing that his face was getting uglier, Lange changed the subject and said with a raised corner of his mouth: "But you don't have to worry too much. As long as you tell me what I need, not only will I not do that to you, but I will also let you go regularly." How about coming out for some air? It’s rare to find such a good deal.”
Father Amos was silent for a moment, his face uncertain, and finally he asked dubiously: "Will you really let me out?"
"Why Not?"
Lange opened his arms and asked, then directly opened the locked window, extended his hand to welcome: "Please, we still have the whole night."
Looking at Lango's sincere expression, Amos sighed softly and stretched out his hand: "Are there any more cigarettes? Give me one too."
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After a while, Lange, who listened to the old man talking about a lot of past events, interrupted and asked: "In other words, my grandfather was once your assistant?"
"I prefer to describe our relationship as a partner," Amos said with a somewhat nostalgic expression. "In the past, in every exorcism ceremony, Anderson took the lead in controlling the other party, and then I chanted sutras to exorcise the devil. If Without him, it would be difficult for me to complete so many exorcisms alone.”
Lange nodded and continued to ask, "So after my grandfather quit the Holy See, got married and had children, you broke up?"
"There is no such thing as quitting the priesthood," Amos corrected seriously, "your grandfather was bewitched by the devil!"
Lange shrugged, no longer delving into the topic, and asked instead: "What about my parents? Does the Vatican know their whereabouts?"
"How do I know this? I died long before your parents disappeared." Amos shook his head first, then seemed to think of something, and said thoughtfully: "But from your description, there were flames burning on the wall. There are traces of it, and there is a strong smell of sulfur around it, which looks like the work of a yellow-eyed devil!
Lango, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly stood up, his eyes gloomy, "How can we find this guy?!"
Amos shook his head and said: "Demons will only show up on their own initiative, and ordinary people cannot find them. What's more, you can't even deal with a bunch of earthbinders, and you still want to deal with the yellow-eyed devil?"
After hearing his words, Lango suddenly fell silent.
The old man was right. Although he had the ability to harm spirits, he lacked the means to track and discern them.
And this is just the earth-bound spirits, let alone evil spirits and demons with all kinds of extraordinary powers.
Seeing his thoughtful look, Amos did not speak to comfort him, but leisurely smoked the cigarette in his hand.
It was undeniable that through the previous contact, he had developed a deep appreciation for this unruly boy.
Not only did he not have any fear when facing ghosts, but after learning that the real culprit responsible for his parents' disappearance was the devil from hell, he not only did not shrink back, but instead thought about how to face the difficulties.
Coupled with the surname Winchester, this kid is simply a born exorcist!
Putting out the cigarette butt in his hand, he said in a gentle and mysterious tone: "Don't worry young man, for your grandfather's sake, I can tell you a piece of news for free."
After saying that, he lowered his voice and leaned close to Lango's ear.
"When your grandfather and I were exorcising demons in North America, we left a lot of good things on this land."
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The next day.
Boston, South Side.
Outside Holy Cross Cathedral, Lango, who had driven for more than four hours, threw him and Megan directly into the car despite Teddy's strong objections, and told them not to come in.
The place he is going to now is the heart of Catholicism in Boston. Who knows if there will be a crazy priest who sees Teddy and exorcises him as a devil.
Looking at the Gothic-style church in front of him, Lango recalled the location Amos told him last night, put on his peaked cap, quietly blended into the group of tourists, and walked towards the church.
Like most religious sites in the world, although this is the Catholic Diocese of Boston, it has become a check-in place for tourists and does not charge admission fees.
After passing the two uniformed colleagues at the door, Lange entered the interior of the church. The first thing he saw was the high ceiling and the spacious main hall.
There are eight-sided columns scattered around, and long-span double-edge spires and arches rise from the columns, which is very Gothic style.
Lango followed the tourists and stood in front of an oil painting, ostensibly admiring the religious medieval paintings in front of him. In fact, the corner of his eye had already glanced at the entrance to the side hall.
After seeing that there was no one guarding the place, he casually took out a brochure from the shelf beside the wall, lowered the brim of his hat and pretended to be a tourist. While flipping through the brochure in his hand, he moved towards the side hall.
This is a place for church members to carry out activities. Apart from the warning booths commonly seen in movies and TV series, there are only rows of benches.
Silently thinking about the position given by Amos, he looked around at the direction as he walked.
After leaving the side hall and entering the church courtyard, Lange's lips curved into a smile.
Not far from him, a poplar tree with a height of more than ten meters and various scriptures written on it stood straight and straight in the center of the yard.
And this is exactly the goal of his coming here this time.
Seeing that there was no one around, Lange no longer hesitated and hurried towards the poplar tree. However, just as he was about to take action, an untimely singing broke the tranquility.
At this time, a choir unexpectedly came!
"Farke!"
After secretly cursing his bad luck, he did not show any abnormality, and walked directly to the poplar tree openly, as if appreciating it. He folded his hands in front of the tree and looked at the poplar tree with its body covered with scriptures.
According to Amos, there was an incident of demonic possession in the church decades ago.
This demon's name is Samikila, and he has a great background. He is the fourth of the seventy-two pillars of King Solomon, and he is proficient in the art of resurrecting the dead.
There was a clergyman in the church who fell into darkness and secretly opened an altar to summon him.
There were numerous casualties in the church that night. Coincidentally, he and his grandfather Anderson Winchester were attending events at Trinity Cathedral not far away.
After getting the news, they rushed over as soon as possible, and after spending a lot of money, they sealed the devil into the poplar tree, and wrote Bible verses all over the tree, hoping to use the power of God to , suppressing it here forever.
Rango didn't care much about whether there was really a big devil sealed under the tree. He came here mainly for the things buried next to the tree.
Amos told him that after sealing Samikila, he and his grandfather Anderson buried the exorcism tools they used here to prevent the devil from escaping, and those who came after him could use weapons to deal with it at any time.
But looking at the current situation
Lango looked around Baiyang. Not only did the church not erect any fence next to the tree, but it also didn't even have a simple warning sign.
It seems that with the passage of time, later bishops and clergy have long forgotten what happened here.
After sighing with emotion, Lango turned his attention again to the choir not far away. This group of guys in black robes were still singing hymns happily without any intention of leaving.
Some people even looked over when they saw him and warmly waved to invite him to join.
Lange frowned slightly, thinking about how to lure them away.
At this moment, a series of harsh car crashes suddenly came from outside the church, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
The choir's singing stopped suddenly, and the members put down their instruments one after another, looked out the door, and then left the courtyard one after another.
Seeing this, Lange secretly rejoiced. He seized the opportunity and immediately ran to the roots of the poplar tree. Following the position given by Amos, he took out the miniature shovel he brought with him from his pocket and started digging attentively.
But then the phone suddenly rang again. He quickly answered it and put the phone on his shoulder.
"Teddy?"
"Rango."
Teddy said in a nervous tone: "I was just going to go to Burger King with Megan to buy some food and come back to wait for you, but we accidentally caused a series of rear-end collisions while driving. Believe me, I definitely didn't mean to do it. Also, hurry up and bring the check." ,here."
"You did great! Don't worry I'll be there soon!"
"ah?"
Without waiting for the confused Teddy on the other end to ask questions, he hung up the phone and looked excitedly at the dug pit in front of him.
In the pit, a wooden box one foot wide has been revealed!
(End of this chapter)