York put down the phone he had just hung up, recalling the conversation.
What's with Old Mike tonight? That anger seemed directed at me? But thankfully, even though Old Mike was inexplicably irritated, he agreed to help.
York shook his head, gaining some clarity in his thoughts.
Regarding Old Mike's change, his thoughts only went to Hilary.
"Did that guy rush back from Romania to ask Old Mike for a consent form?"
The more York thought about it, the more he felt he had grasped the truth.
"Well, if he really needs the consent form, I can only agree."
Thinking of the research on bullets, if he had to choose the most suitable person for such research, Hilary would be his only choice.
It was Hilary's presence that made him think about starting research on bullets and considering training their own deacons and nuns.
It was all interconnected.
York looked back at the empty church and then down at his phone, his fingers moving without reason.
Finally, he stopped at a group chat filled with unread messages.
Subconsciously clicking into it and entering the chat record interface, he specifically looked for messages from Cady Sloth.
This unintentional action led him to discover some information.
[Cady Sloth]: Has anyone tried putting cameras in their home to record?
[Cady Sloth]: Right, my boyfriend is planning to put a camera in every corner of our house to find out who's causing the disturbances.
[Cady Sloth]: Ghosts? Don't scare me, it couldn't be, right?
[Cady Sloth]: Hehe, I've looked it up, human souls can't possibly affect people's lives.
[Cady Sloth]: If there really is something, I'll post it in the group chat if you guys want to see.
[Cady Sloth]: Goodnight, everyone.
The string of messages did reveal some information.
That is, this woman named Cady Sloth and her boyfriend are living together, and they're planning to install cameras in every part of their home to find the source of the disturbances.
"Human souls indeed cannot affect people's lives, but evil spirits can, demons can..."
York looked at the conversation about ghosts, slowly put away his phone, and waited for further developments.
After all, the development of a paranormal event has its steps, its gradual rhythm.
"It's best if there's no problem, but if there is, it's a potential opportunity to trigger a random mission."
York calmly scrolled back to the main interface and checked the time.
"Only 8:30? I'll wait a bit longer."
York put away his phone and slowly started reading the Bible beside him.
He was waiting for a reply from Old Mike.
In this parallel world, using the church's power to investigate such a person and their entire background was straightforward.
Because the church could cooperate with the state apparatus, the complexity and power it contained were hard to imagine.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
York didn't wait long, having only read two pages, when his phone vibrated.
The vibration was caused by a reply from Old Mike.
It was accompanied by a message: "Take good care of my son; he's going to look for you."
Seeing this message, York's mouth twitched.
Besides assisting priests in some of their work, the most important duty of a monk is to protect and care for the priest.
Now it seemed, was it the priest's turn to do so?
"Don't worry, I won't waste Hilary's talent." York didn't mind and replied casually before clicking on the attached information to access his email.
After entering the password and continuing to click, all the background information about the person and their family appeared in the email, displayed before York.
"The Antoni family."
York squinted his eyes out of habit and scrolled through his phone.
The initial information was identical to what Hannah had sent before, only more detailed, and there was an additional lengthy section about the development history of the Antoni family.
"It turns out it's not a long-established family but rather a sudden rise."
York couldn't help but think of making a pact with demons.
The church describing the development history of the Antoni family as a sudden rise indicated that this family's emergence was peculiar, with no development accumulation or history.
York continued reading, skipping irrelevant information, until he found another critical piece of information.
"So this family has several descendants?" York squinted at the relationship chart below.
"I knew there was more to dig."
Skipping other branches, the relationship chart under Anthony Woolmar showed he had a son.
"Marum Woolmar."
York noted the name and the avatar above it.
Below this name was related information, recording this person's deeds and background, official data.
"The father and son play their own games?"
In the documents, Marum Woolmar declared himself a follower of Satan, organized a slaughter party, and with several others brutally killed a teenage girl.
In the printed photos and documents.
The victim, eighteen-year-old Amy Fisher, had her limbs severed, eyes gouged out, and her organs fed to pigs. Her skull was placed on an inverted pentagram by these madmen for a sacrifice.
The church and official authorities had once captured this cultist, Marum Woolmar, in an operation.
Unfortunately, after Marum Woolmar was captured, he escaped with the sacrifice of other cult members and is now missing. His recent whereabouts are suspected to be in countries like Thailand, Vietnam, and Russia.
"Followers of Satan, huh? These damn people always want something for nothing, utterly inhumane." York's face remained expressionless as he scrolled to close the email.
"Cults are truly disgusting, destroy them whenever encountered." York looked up at the image of Jesus, deliberately waiting a bit.
"No random mission triggered?" York pursed his lips, looking at the unchanging image of Jesus, not without regret.
"It seems the conditions haven't been met yet. I'll have to continue gathering information, starting with this damn guy, Marum Woolmar. There must be some traces on those disgusting dark webs."
Putting away his phone, York's mind continued to churn.
"Cults also need a fresh population and a breeding ground. No one can do things without leaving any trace."
As he thought, changes in the real-time 3D map in his mind made York frown and turn to look at the church's main door.
In his perception.
Two people appeared in the front yard.
And they happened to meet Eileen, who was coming out of the warehouse.
Then, led by Eileen, they came to the main door.
As the door, which was already barely open, was opened wider, York began to know who the visitors were tonight.
He was Archibald, responsible for examinations and promotions, and Romulo Otero, the bishop in charge of the entire New York diocese.
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