Exorcist of the American Nightmares

"This..."

Looking at the photo, York was somewhat silent and continued to investigate.

From this photo, he felt that the owner of this dressing table was the old couple, not something the murderer had found somewhere.

Indeed, inside the drawer of the dressing table, York found a diary and a bunch of envelopes, and then he started to read through them.

First, he checked the envelopes. Some of them had their letters long gone. Then he checked the diary, but there were only a few remaining pages left. However, York was getting closer to the truth through these few words.

"..."

"Children are also human. They are innocent. Although their genes have changed due to inbreeding, no one has the right to harm these children for any reason. I believe my choice is not wrong..."

"Although I have moved away from the city, I have found peace in my heart. The children are now very obedient. Under the careful guidance of me and Gray, they can now control themselves..."

"I am sick, and unfortunately, I have also infected Gray..."

"I am very sad because we are too weak to leave this place, and the children do not know the way, so we lack the necessary medicine for treatment..."

"Gray died, and I am having trouble breathing. I have been in bed for too long, and the children have become more and more irritable because I am not playing with them..."

"Gray, I am a bit afraid. I am wondering if our choice was wrong..."

"..."

This is where it ends, with only a few short sentences. But looking at the smiling faces of the old couple in the photo, York's heart grew heavy.

He seemed to have understood the truth. An old couple, for their children to survive or to prevent them from harming others, brought them here to live in seclusion. Unfortunately, the couple contracted some disease and eventually died, while the uncontrolled children gradually turned into murderers...

Thinking of this, looking at the photo of the old couple, York closed his eyes and made a cross. He had guessed right.

"..."

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"..."

The silence returned, and York opened his eyes, walking towards that big bag. Although these things were inherently dirty, he needed money for research, to buy more equipment, to save more people.

There are too many people in need of help in this world, like those in the community who lack money for treatment...

"OMG!!!"

Suddenly, Jessie's voice sounded outside, followed by hurried footsteps and then the sound of her vomiting.

York shook his head, picked up the heavy bag for ordinary people, and walked outside. Everything in the living room could indeed make people uncomfortable, and it was not surprising that Jessie vomited on the spot.

Having concluded, York did not look back and left the cabin.

"Are you okay?"

Looking at Jessie kneeling on the ground, her right hand on her ample chest, York asked with a relaxed expression.

"Cough!!! Cough!!!" Jessie, spitting out some saliva and liquid, barely replied.

"I'm fine! Cough!!"

"That's good. Wait here for me, I'll go see if there is a car that can be driven."

After saying that, York left to check behind the cabin, but Jessie forcibly stopped vomiting and got up to follow him.

"Wait, Father, I'll go with you!"

She didn't dare stay in this eerie place alone.

York, without objection, carried the bag and took her around to the back of the cabin.

There, the space behind the cabin was larger, with more abandoned cars, one after another, which could sell for a good amount of money just for the scrap metal.

Moving on, beside the abandoned cars on a roadside, they found a small cabin.

Looking at the cabin engulfed in darkness, then at the path extending into the dense forest, York's eyebrows slightly raised, as if he had thought of something, leading Jessie quickly towards it. He remembered a sentence from the diary, too weak to leave, plus this endless-looking path, York thought of something and kicked open the door of the small cabin with one breath.

With a bang, the cabin was officially unsealed.

It was still deep into the night, and the unsealed cabin was still dark, but York showed a slight smile as he saw an old pickup truck still in good condition.

"Father!" Jessie excitedly called out. "A car!!! A complete car!!!"

"Let's check if it can be started."

York responded less excitedly, first checking inside the car to find the keys still in the ignition, then the fuel tank, which was half full.

This all meant that the car might really be able to start.

York threw all the stuff into the back seat of the pickup, then sat down in the driver's seat. This was the last step; if it didn't start, he might have to fix it.

Jessie leaned over, resting on the still-open car door, her ample chest swelling even more, her tone filled with excitement and the aftertaste of surviving.

"Can this car start? Father."

York glanced at her, took a deep breath, and turned away his gaze.

"Let's see if the Lord really looks after us..."

After saying this, York turned the car key.

It turned out the Lord did look after York, the priest.

With a buzz, the old pickup truck that had been parked for who knows how long started shaking...

Eventually, a beam of light appeared in the dense forest, speeding away until it disappeared.

Not long after, a group of police officers in uniform, shouting and holding pistols, entered the cabin, followed by exclamations of "Oh my God!" Several officers ran out immediately, vomiting non-stop...

These abandoned cars and the remains in the cabin made this incident destined to become famous worldwide, shocking the entire United States.

Outside the dense forest.

At the location of the Ford Raptor.

York glanced at the ambulances and police cars in the distance, then looked at Jessie who suddenly sat in the passenger seat.

"Did your family send a lot of bodyguards? Aren't you going with your family?"

However, Jessie, completely transformed, didn't respond but blinked at him, emitting a strange glow he couldn't understand.

Seeing this, York, confused, continued.

"You're safe now. You don't have to follow me. As for the money you mentioned, just transfer it to my account as agreed..."

Jessie smiled and interrupted. "Do you believe us?"

Recalling the low-key luxury cars and bodyguards, York said indifferently.

"I believe what I've seen. Your family really does have money."

However, at that moment, Jessie suddenly straddled his lap, leaned down to look into his eyes, revealing a hint of seduction and gentleness.

"The transfer might be late, but I can give you some interest first..."

A moist lip silenced...

York was instantly overcome, inwardly sighing at the American way...

Thank you to Alex 冰封 for the 100 coin reward!! Thank you for your support!

The review is strict, huh? Added a sentence about the Ford Raptor shaking and it got reviewed.