the end of the heavens

"Your next task is to get familiar with this place as soon as possible!"

The fairy-like dialogue left Russell speechless. He didn't know what to continue to say. Bishop Ian not only spoke quickly, but also seemed to be able to read minds. He continued to say, "Just now..."

"Ok?"

"Just now……"

"Just now? What happened just now?"

Pulling it back, Russell felt refreshed, and finally couldn't figure it out, and said with a normal expression, "Who is that elderly nun who brought me here just now?"

"You mean an elderly nun?" Bishop Ian looked strange.

"Well, she was cleaning fallen leaves at the church door, and then led me through the side door..."

Bishop Ian shook his head slightly, and said seriously, "Father Russell, please don't talk nonsense. There are no nuns in this church, let alone older nuns."

What the hell!

Russell's expression changed when he heard that, he actually saw a ghost at the church door in broad daylight!

"Hahaha, just kidding..."

Bishop Ian's stern face suddenly burst into laughter, got up and walked to the window, "The one just now is Sister Medellin, she has some bad habits, just ignore them. Please remember, she will devote her whole life to To the Lord, she is the oldest nun in Los Angeles, and she must be treated with extra respect."

Russell "..."

Bishop, you also have some bad habits!

Russell rolled his eyes and went straight to the point, "Bishop, I'm ready for my mission. Just tell me, who is the enemy, the Dark Church or the Wizards Association, or is the devil from hell coming?"

Bishop Ian didn't speak, and looked at Russell stupidly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Where did the dark church and the devil come from?"

"what?"

Bishop Ian said with a little distaste, "You were transferred here because you applied to come to a big city. It just so happens that our church has been short of manpower, and others are unwilling to come. I just happened to be out on business recently, so I asked you to come here." .”

"..."

"If you don't understand anything, just ask Sister Medellin, that's all."

After saying this, Bishop Ian carried a suitcase and fled down the second floor, leaving Russell standing there dumbfounded.

"So, what am I in Los Angeles for?"

……

In the confessional in the corner of the church, Russell sat with a blank expression on his face. Opposite the board, a middle-aged man with a bald head was talking to himself.

"Father, I have a friend... Hehehe... He took his wife to camp by himself... Hehehe, but when he woke up by the lake, he couldn't find his wife..."

"Sir, please calm down first, I can't hear what you are talking about if you keep laughing like this."

Russell pinched his nostrils, picked up the phone and dialed the number, "Hello, 911...yes, it's me again...I'm reporting murder this time!"

Chapter 463 If ​​you walk too much at night, you will see a ghost

In the confessional room, Russell hung up the phone and began to persuade: "Sir, I know you are very sad because you lost your wife, but you keep laughing like this..."

"It's not me, it's my friend!"

The man on the opposite side of the board became vigilant, thinking that Russell might have discovered the truth.

Ever since his wife 'inexplicably' disappeared, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night. He wanted to talk to someone but was afraid of being seen.I couldn't bear it any longer, so I came to the church to find the priest, but looking at it now, the priest seems a bit unreliable!

"Well, your friend lost his wife and you are sad..."

"It wasn't me, it was my friend who lost his wife, and he was the one who was sad." Speaking of this, the man regretted a little, got up and wanted to leave.

"Wait, sir, send a message to your friend. Since you're all so sad, why don't you come here for all the delicious and fun things while you still have time? Don't care about money or not. Anyway, you won't need it in the future." superior……"

Before Russell finished speaking, the man on the opposite side had already fled. He sighed, pushed the door and walked towards the church gate.

It has been almost a week since he came to the Los Angeles headquarters. At the beginning, he was thinking that the world mission might be triggered in the church, but now he has given up.

Outside the door, Sister Medellín took a broom to clean up the fallen leaves. She did this every day, as if she could never finish.

"Son, are you leaving?" Sister Medellin asked with a smile.

Russell was taken aback when he heard the words, and shook his head directly: "No, I'm tired from sitting, so come out and do some exercise."

"Coincidentally, I happened to be tired from activities and wanted to sit for a while." Sister Medellín showed an amiable smile and handed over the broom.

Silently, Russell took the broom and cleaned the fallen leaves on the ground. Sister Ma Dajindao of Medellin sat down on the stone steps, took out a Marlboro with a red and white shell, and began to puff.

Russell didn't notice that Sister Medellin had dedicated her life to her faith, she was a person worthy of respect, and a little flaw was harmless.

"Good boy, would you like one?"

"Uh, okay!" Russell wanted to refuse, but the cigarette had already been handed over, so he could only catch it in his hand.

Five seconds later, there was little white smoke, the old and the young sat side by side, and the broom was thrown on the ground.

"Sister Medellin, are there any devils and evil spirits in Los Angeles?" Russell began to say, the old nun is very qualified, and she doesn't look like a fool like Jacob, maybe she knows something.

Sister Medellín held a cigarette between her fingers and said solemnly, "There are two devils in Los Angeles. They are good at deceiving people and making people willing to fall into hell. Even the Lord has nothing to do with them."

"Who are they, where are they?" Russell asked impatiently.

"it's here!"

Sister Medellin raised her hand and tapped her chest: "One is called power, and the other is called money. Faith is vulnerable to two devils."

Russell: "..."

Sister Medellin threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, picked up the broom and continued to sweep the fallen leaves: "Son, go out if you want to, but remember to come back early, the night in Los Angeles is very dangerous."

"Ok!"

Russell turned his head three times at a step, and looked at Sister Medellin suspiciously. Is this intelligence?

probably!

……

The church is located in the northwest of downtown Los Angeles, very close to the famous Hollywood. Russell drove there and visited the Avenue of Fame and Universal Studios.

I'm not very lucky, I didn't meet a beautiful star, and I may have a script at the director's and investor's house.