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Chapter 173 - Chapter 173: Warehouse 36

"Nothing... nothing at all," Nick replied quietly.

He watched the priest lick his somewhat dry lips, swallowing non-existent saliva, suppressing the panic in his heart.

After all, he had just been cursing and swearing.

"That's good, take this, and lead the way."

York spoke calmly, not minding the small incident, knowing that to save time, he indeed drove a bit recklessly.

The muscle car's drift wasn't something that could be easily explained by a bit of swaying; those tires would probably need to be replaced soon.

"Okay, okay!"

Nick's eyes became very clear, he grabbed the backpack and stood up in one go, leading the way. However, with each step, his mood became more anxious. He didn't believe in the supernatural or demons, but seeing a priest in such an exaggerated posture, he became somewhat unsettled.

Walking with the priest to the main entrance, Nick actually felt a bit nervous: "Are there really demons?"

York followed behind, constantly observing the surroundings, opening all his senses, and asked in return.

"What do you think?"

Nick's hands trembled, understanding the implication.

Click!

The lock at the main entrance was opened at that moment.

Nick looked back at the priest, took a deep breath at his gesture, and pushed open the main door, revealing a straight corridor ahead, devoid of light, appearing somewhat profound.

And Nick, who was usually accustomed to walking here, began to find the dimly lit corridor somewhat terrifying due to psychological pressure, like a gaping maw wanting to devour people.

He became somewhat timid.

"You... you go first."

York's mouth twitched slightly, and he could only step forward. Interestingly, he couldn't sense the power of demons but, due to his fully opened senses, smelled a pungent odor.

Regarding this, York rubbed his nose, choosing to temporarily block out his sense of smell.

At the same time, the maximization of his hearing allowed him to catch the rustling noises around, and because of these sounds, the real-time three-dimensional map in his mind became more and more complete...

"Father, the switch for the lights is on the side, that damn merchant even installed a timer, it can only stay lit for a while."

Nick's rambling words sounded in his ear, while York had already started walking forward.

"Father?"

Nick paused, seeing the broad back of the priest enter the darkness, he cursed silently and quickly found the dial switch on the side and turned it vigorously.

Puff! The light suddenly brightened, illuminating the entire corridor.

Nick also realized at this moment that the priest had walked several meters ahead and hurried to catch up.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the silent corridor, undoubtedly magnified, adding a bit of a thrilling atmosphere.

Nick remained vigilant until they reached a T-intersection, where he reminded.

"Keep going to the right..."

However, he noticed that the priest had already turned right at the moment his words sounded.

"Until Warehouse 36."

Nick's face twitched, and he could only follow.

"36?" York squinted, staring at the rolling doors of the warehouses on both sides, only thinking of one number: 666.

In his homeland, 666 generally represents prosperity and thriving livestock, meanings of good fortune, but in the West, it's quite the opposite.

In Western culture, 666 is an unlucky number, representing evil, symbolizing the devil.

Through this, York became even more certain that this trip would indeed yield something.

Walking up to Warehouse 36, York rubbed his nose again, the pungent odor was indeed coming from inside.

Combining this odor with the previous speculation, the only thing he could think of was that the trade wasn't completed, and Dorothy Walmar's disappearance was likely because she became a vessel sealed here.

As for why the trade wasn't completed, it's highly likely that Anthony Walmar's plans were grander, perhaps involving the cult.

"Wanted the power of a demon?"

Suddenly thinking of this, York became curious about Anthony Walmar.

Puff! The light suddenly went out, followed by Nick's cursing.

"Damn capitalism!"

He held a bunch of keys, walking to a wall switch beside the rolling door and turned it.

Puff! The light came on again.

York placed his right hand on the holster at his waist, letting Nick search for the key to open the rolling door.

Buzz! As the rolling door opened, the layout and items inside were revealed.

True to its name, the warehouse was filled with miscellaneous items: suitcases, wooden tables, old sofas, etc.

"This is it, the disk and candlestick were found here." Nick looked back at the quietly standing priest, opening his mouth cautiously.

"I don't know where the fourth book is, but if we can't find it, you can't... can't blame me for the money."

York didn't answer, just stared inside the warehouse, gesturing.

"Move the stuff inside."

"How?" Nick followed his gaze subconsciously but only saw the piled-up miscellaneous items.

"There's a secret space inside." York explained casually, taking the backpack from Nick's hands: "Go, move the stuff away."

As the words fell, Nick didn't dare to resist. Sneaking a glance at the priest who was opening the backpack, he started moving the items against the wall.

Despite this, he couldn't help but recall the previous hassle with the merchant, grumbling:

"So there was a secret space? No wonder this warehouse is a bit smaller than the others."

Hearing this complaint, York's mind stirred, his consciousness already delving into his mind, seeing something inside.

"It seems my guess wasn't wrong, Dorothy Walmar became a vessel sealed here by her own brother, Anthony..."

Unpacking the backpack, York took out the candlestick, placed the prepared candles on top, and finally lit them with a lighter.

The dim candlelight illuminated York's deep eyes.

"And this candlestick is probably the credential for Anthony Walmar's access; otherwise, just the chaotic aura lingering around the demon's body, he wouldn't be able to approach the demon.

Not bad for someone famous in the cult circles, quite bold indeed..."

"Father! I found something!" Nick's voice rang in his ear, and York, carrying the candlestick, looked over.

After moving the miscellaneous items, a rusty iron door was revealed.

"Damn it, I knew this warehouse couldn't be this small, turns out it was shortened."

Staring at the iron door, Nick got a bit excited, unaware that his face was becoming more ferocious and York's expression calmer. In his eyes, it seemed like the $400,000 was already in front of him, the greed in his heart surging again.

Maybe it shouldn't be just $400,000? Could I ask for more?

"Father! I..."

At that moment, the candlestick with its flickering light appeared before him, its emitted mist making Nick shiver all over, instantly sobering up.

"Take this!"

York looked at Nick, whose face had become very ferocious and was now sober, calmly saying.

"Stay sober, if you try anything at this critical moment, I'll be the first to take you down."

Nick shivered unconsciously, meekly taking the candlestick, his voice very low.

"Yes, Father."

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