Chapter 220: Exorcists from All Sides
On the way to Friends Select School in Germantown.
Wilton sat properly in the back seat of the car holding a Bible, keeping his eyes closed the entire way, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
Betty looked at the scenery outside the window, turning her head to look at the front seat from time to time.
William was deep in thought in the passenger seat.
For this trip, the academy had sent a special car for pick-up, so he didn't have to temporarily act as the driver.
On the way here just now, William had already figured out the course of events from Betty.
Combining the clues of Elm Street and the leather glove with sharp blades, he could almost confirm—the one they had to deal with this time was Freddy Krueger.
This horror monster who debuted in the 1980s was once the childhood nightmare of countless kids.
A ferocious appearance, silently sneaking into human dreams, and dying in the dream meant true death...
These elements made Freddy sweep across North America for a time.
But William remembered that this guy should be unable to leave the confines of Elm Street, and only entered a larger world in later works of the series.
At the same time, Freddy possessed almost invincible strength in the dream world.
And the countermeasures of several protagonists in the original work were also different.
Take the first movie as an example; the heroine Nancy overcame the fear in her heart, dragged Freddy into reality, and finally physically purified the latter.
But in this kind of series... monsters naturally wouldn't die easily.
Just like his buddy with the hockey mask, Freddy resurrected from a personal item in the second movie.
He wondered what the situation would be with the Freddy they were facing this time.
William shook his head secretly.
"To come across a name like 'Elm Street', those students are really unlucky enough."
Friends Select School in Germantown is a top 100 private high school in the United States; most graduating students will head to the Ivy League.
In North America, ordinary families cannot enjoy such high-quality resources.
This shows the social status of the parents of this high school.
This was also one of the reasons why the school authorities could mobilize the Vatican.
But if it were only this, they would only need to dispatch diocesan-level Holy Clergy Members to handle it.
But this time, that guy named Wilton flew all the way from Rome.
This is enough to show the Church's emphasis on this commission.
And the main reason was still for those newly emerged exorcism organizations.
Since the Lord Knights declared they would expose the Church's atrocities, a trend of "Anti-Religion" faintly blew up all over North America.
People took to the streets, demanding the Church explain those suspicious points.
Even individual churches were vandalized by fanatics.
And the number of newly joined believers in the Church was also dropping all the way.
For the Church, this was undoubtedly digging at their foundations.
Therefore, the former had to step forward to stop it.
Besides publicly scolding, the Church had recently increased the emphasis on commissions everywhere.
They wanted to regain people's trust by expelling evil.
So for the commission of Friends Select School in Germantown this time, they dispatched three Holy Clergy Members at once.
As for why William was included...
It was indeed as Flora said—they just happened to be short of hands.
The high school was right in northern Philadelphia, and Dei Seminary, as a subordinate institution, naturally should dispatch a priest.
Therefore, William became that "Local Guide."
Dozens of minutes later, near Friends Select School in Germantown.
The place was filled with parked police cars, red and blue police lights flashing alternately.
A large number of police officers scattered around the school, forming a human isolation zone, driving away the onlookers nearby.
And on the road further away, luxury cars were parked all over, but their owners looked somewhat disheveled.
"Sheriff Roberto, it's been three days! Why is the school still not allowing people to go in!"
"I donated five police cars to the police department; is this how you do things!"
"Who are those guys? Where are the Church's exorcists!"
A group of people surrounded a white police officer.
Roberto was rather plump; just standing outside for a while made him covered in sweat.
He didn't dare to take out the silk handkerchief from his pocket, only wiping with his elbow.
These people in front of him had been waiting outside the school for three days.
Don't look at their unkempt appearance; if Roberto wanted to retire smoothly, he had to seriously consider their opinions.
"Sorry, everyone. This is also for the sake of your safety." He repeated words he had said many times.
Roberto naturally had no right to order the school sealed, but he had to step forward and bear the anger of these parents.
Only in this way could the people above sit stably.
And the parents obviously wouldn't easily agree with these "Official Statements."
Seeing another round of denunciation was about to start, Roberto hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd on the pretext of "Inquiring about progress."
"God, it's really not easy to take some black money against one's conscience," he wiped his head again, thinking inwardly.
Passing through two isolation zones, Roberto came to an open-air tent.
He happened to hear voices coming from inside.
"According to the data transmitted back by the digital frequency resonator these past two days, the school is enveloped by an energy field. As soon as one enters the range, they will fall into a deep sleep..."
Roberto's eyes lit up: "Could there be progress in the investigation?"
He hurriedly walked in.
Various complex instruments were placed in the tent, all working at this moment.
There was a graphite printer on the table, regularly making "clack clack" sounds, drawing a line graph on the paper.
And the person speaking just now was a man, wearing a plaid shirt, completely looking like a scholar.
But Roberto didn't dare to underestimate the other party.
This guy was named Mark Divia, the heir to Divia Industrial Company.
The latter was the second-largest manufacturer of detection equipment in the United States, said to have some connections with the North American military.
But Mark's other identity was more famous—the co-founder of Light of Humanity.
That was exactly the newly emerged exorcism organization on the newspapers recently.
Mark held a stack of papers, which recorded a lot of data.
He looked expectantly at the opposite side, where a woman with a beautiful face stood.
"Look! Our equipment worked!" Mark handed out the paper in his hand.
That woman had exquisite and atmospheric eyebrows.
She wore a slim-fitting black long dress; although the neckline was very tight, it couldn't hide her elegant and sexy figure.
Especially the design with slits on both sides of the waist, revealing a part of her wheat-colored skin, making her look even more mysterious and alluring.
Coupled with a head of wavy brown long hair, she looked full of aura.
This woman was exactly the one who had a brief encounter with William in the exhibition incident previously—Gail Thiago.
"Thanks for your hard work, Mark." She smiled and took it.
Mark looked a bit stunned; a moment later he unnaturally turned his head.
"This is just a small step forward. I still have to debug the thermometer; the abnormal values of evil spirits with different danger levels are also different. Only when it is less than 0.5E/m3 can..."
"Ahem... Mr. Mark, Ms. Gail."
Roberto took off his hat and placed it on his chest, finding he had come at a bad time.
"Is there any new progress? Those parents don't have much patience left."
Gail nodded slightly, handing Mark's results to the other party.
"Give me one more day. As long as we can measure the impact of the energy field on the signal bands of the brain, maybe we can solve the sleep problem."
Mark sat at the table rummaging through data, not even having time to lift his head.
"As long as we can solve this commission, it will be a case of 'Instruments solving evil'."
"Light of Humanity can then cooperate with other police departments near Philadelphia and try more experiments..."
"This..." Roberto was obviously in a difficult position.
But then he remembered something.
"By the way, I just received a call. People from several other exorcism organizations have also arrived; they should be on their way here now."
Hearing this, Mark immediately raised his head, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Gail's face was also a bit complex.
Before long, noise came from outside.
"Stand straight! Pence! Only guys hiding in the dark will conceal their bodies! Don't let your longsword be shamed!"
"Sorry, Knight Henry... walking like this makes my waist a bit sore!"
Two men walked in from outside.
The former wore a gray round-neck undershirt, specially wearing restrictive protective gear at the cuffs.
But what made people care more was his posture—his back was extremely straight, and his chin was almost raised to the top of the tent.
The one behind was much more normal; although in similar attire, his expression revealed maladjustment to this posture.
Roberto glanced at their waists.
At this time, both men had a cross longsword tucked in their waists, completely looking like medieval knights.
"These two guys just carried weapons onto the street like this..."
Roberto couldn't help wiping his forehead, thinking inwardly.
"If I remember correctly, the chief seemed to say these are illegal organizations."
"Should I persuade them..."
Ultimately, Roberto still decided to solve the commission first.
Not long after the two knights entered, everyone in the tent smelled a weird odor.
It was as if someone had randomly picked up a bag of things from the trash can downstairs, then threw it into a boiling pot.
Plus water, salt, a piece of a stool leg, two rotten eggs, boiling for two days and two nights...
Of course, the above was not a recipe for some kind of food.
It was purely a description of the stench!
"Hello everyone, I am Lombane, known as the Big Wizard. On behalf of the Witch Association, I greet you." A thin voice spoke.
Everyone looked towards the door but saw a dwarf-like figure.
Lombane wore a pointed round-brimmed hat and dressed in clean gray cloth clothes.
At this time, he had a smile on his face, but coupled with his hooked nose, it made his face look ferocious instead.
"By the way, please allow me to introduce, this is my companion, Witch Winona Grey." He said as he stepped aside.
Actually, this action was purely superfluous.
Lombane's height only reached Winona's knees; everyone had already seen this glamorous and aloof witch.
Winona nodded symbolically.
Then she crossed her arms over her chest, looking like strangers should keep away.
In a place others couldn't see, Winona was also holding a glass bottle.
It contained some pale green liquid, bubbling up from time to time, looking seemingly very dangerous.
"Hey, in today's world, even heretics can openly walk on the street." Henry snorted coldly.
Hanka Pence aside was instantly stunned on the spot.
He smiled awkwardly at the others, then tugged at Henry Kobira's sleeve, lowering his voice and saying:
"We still have to promote the Lord Knights to others! Have you forgotten what Knight Bell said!"
Hearing this, Henry still looked arrogant and stubborn but didn't say any more.
But someone wouldn't let it go.
"Hmph, compared to dogs who betrayed the Church, at least we know the belief in our hearts." Winona said coldly.
Henry was like his reverse scale had been pierced.
He immediately drew the cross longsword from his waist, pointing at the witch in front of him.
"The Lord's command is our belief; you, a dirty demoness, actually dare to insult! I will eliminate you in the name of a Knight!"
Seeing this, Lombane hurriedly blocked between the two.
"Hey! Calm down."
He waved his hands and jumped on the spot, trying his best to make the two notice him, but it seemed a bit comical.
"This is a civilized society under the rule of law now, and there is also a righteous Sheriff here."
"Right now, those people trapped by evil are in mortal danger; we should cooperate to save people first..."
Roberto aside touched his nose; the words "Righteous" made him feel guilty.
At this time, Mark also spoke up: "Save people... as long as you guys don't cast curses secretly."
He picked up a camera-like device as he spoke.
"We can handle this commission; we don't need you to intervene."
Gail covered her face upon hearing this; she looked at the Sheriff aside.
"Sheriff, I think what Mark means is, our Light of Humanity will fully assist the police in completing the rescue."
Roberto nodded subconsciously.
At this time, Henry spoke again: "Want to purify evil using some toys? Do you think this is playing house?"
His eyes were full of contempt: "Even a place like the Church knows to sprinkle some stinky water."
Mark was about to rush up immediately; Gail aside hurriedly reached out to stop him.
"The organization still needs to develop now; we can't have too many enemies." She leaned close to him and said.
Feeling the hot breath and gentle voice on his ear.
Ultimately, Mark just snorted coldly.
Lombane aside also hurriedly stepped forward to mediate: "By the way, where are the friends from the Church? Such an important occasion cannot be without them."
Just as Roberto was about to chime in, a cold voice came from outside the tent again.
"Handling evil commissions from all over is originally the responsibility of the Church." Wilton walked in from the door.
Followed behind by Betty and William.
Wilton's posture was elegant, his right hand hovering slightly at his waist, still maintaining that noble posture.
"The history of the Church confronting evil has already exceeded a thousand years; every ritual is the guardian power bestowed upon us by the Lord."
He looked at Henry as he spoke.
"And Holy Water is a symbol of holiness, made of pure water, clean salt, and plants bathed in sunlight... It won't produce any stench at all."
"So I suggest it's best to be cautious before speaking."
"Uninvestigated popularization of science will only expose your ignorance and stupidity."
Everyone's eyes all looked towards the door.
The originally eased scene became at daggers drawn again.
Roberto had wiped his forehead an unknown number of times, but the sweat oozing out was even more.
"Oh God! If I slip away now, they shouldn't call the police..."
William had a look of watching a show.
Just as he came in, he couldn't help but complain inwardly—where did the police department find such a bunch of guys with cross-dressing fetishes.
Knights, wizards, mysterious mad scientists...
Plus the three of them, Church figures.
Those who didn't know would think this was a Disney fairytale show.
He observed everyone's demeanor, and combining with the snippets he heard before entering the tent, he roughly guessed what had happened.
Just as he was pondering, William suddenly noticed a gaze looking at him.
He turned his head and saw a woman who possessed both classical and modern styles.
At this time, the other party's eyes were bright, as if she saw someone she had longed for.
"When did I ruin a woman's things again..." William immediately gulped.
The storm with Judy and Clare was still vivid in his mind, leaving no small shadow on him.
But soon, William recognized the other party.
Just as he was about to nod in greeting, he noticed another unkind gaze.
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