Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 15 Winchester is your last name, slaying demons is your destiny! (Two chapters in one)

Muttering the name just mentioned by the Confucius statue, Rango walked through the well-organized exhibition area of ​​historical celebrities on the second floor, searching carefully for his target.

"Gabe Gabriel Amos! Is that you?"

Carefully comparing the names on the labels, Rango looked into the window.

Standing behind the glass was a round-faced old man wearing a black robe with a purple sling. Although his face was covered with wrinkles, his eyes were extremely bright, like two stars in the night sky.

After the chat with Confucius just now, Rango carefully read the biography of the character on the bronze label this time.

"The chief exorcist of the Vatican. He has been in office for more than 60 years and has personally performed more than 160,000 exorcism ceremonies?!"

After reading it, Rango was secretly shocked. If this introduction was true, Father Amos would have to perform exorcism rituals more than a dozen times every day.

What kind of demon-attracting physique does this old man have? !

At this time, Father Amos in the window was also looking at the young man in front of him. Seeing that he was holding a flashlight in front of him and was hesitant to speak, he just read the introduction label over and over again. Finally, he shouted impatiently:
"If you have something to say, please say it. If not, don't disturb me while I'm meditating!"

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Rango coughed lightly and smiled politely, "Hello, Father Amos, I am the night security guard of the museum. My name is Rango Winchester. I am looking for you this time because..."

"and many more!"

He was interrupted halfway through his words. The old man looked Rango up and down and asked with a scrutinizing look, "What did you say your last name was? Winchester?"

"Um, is there any problem?" Rango was a little surprised.

"No, please continue." Amos shook his head immediately, then looked at him interestedly, as if he couldn't wait to hear what he was about to say.

Rango wrinkled his nose and continued, "I came to you because I just bought a house, but unfortunately I found out that it was haunted after I moved in. I saw three ghosts with my own eyes, so I wanted to ask Father if you have any way to deal with them?"

After hearing his words, Amos stroked the cross hanging on his chest twice, and then slowly asked: "Is it an evil spirit or a demon? Is anyone in the family possessed? Has the other party shown any supernatural powers? For example, fire control, teleportation, flight, and mind control."

"No, no," Rango explained quickly, "It seems that the other party only knows a few superficial illusion techniques. It should be a spirit like an earthbound spirit."

"Earthbound Spirit?!"

Amos, who had been serious at first, waved his sleeves in disdain. "You little thing who is not even an evil spirit, you actually come to me? Go away, go play somewhere else!"

Seeing this old man so arrogant, Rango immediately became unhappy and said, "Do you think I am willing to come to you? If those guys hadn't hidden when they saw me, I would have kicked them to hell long ago!"

After saying that, Rango turned around and prepared to go to the Oriental Exhibition Hall again. Since the old man didn't want to help, he would go and ask Zhong Kui for his opinion.

"Wait!" Amos asked after hearing him, "You mean, you can't see them when they hide?"

"if not?"

Rango turned back angrily and said, "I don't have a sharp eye, how can I find these spirits if they are hiding?"

Although he didn't know what the flaming eyes and golden pupils were, when he heard Rango say that he couldn't see ghosts, Amos grinned and said, "I didn't expect that the descendants of the Winchester family couldn't even deal with the earthbound spirits, hahahaha."

After laughing several times, he asked Rango in a joking tone: "When you were born, was Anderson so old that he forgot to use holy water to open your eyes?"

As soon as these words came out, Rango's steps came to an abrupt halt. He turned around abruptly and fixed his eyes on the old man: "Do you know my grandfather?"

Amos raised his lips and said, "It seems that you know nothing about your family."

Rango was slightly stunned when he heard this. In fact, since he traveled to this world when he was a baby, after more than ten years of living together, he has already realized that his family is a little bit unusual.

For example, take the surname Winchester. In all his years of life, he has never met anyone with the same surname as himself. This is a very rare thing in the United States.

There is also his own grandfather. Rango clearly remembers that after his grandfather passed away in his childhood, every year on the anniversary of his grandfather's death, some strange clergy would come to visit and pay homage.

Of course, what is even more obvious is his mysteriously missing parents. Rango knows nothing about their work. He only knows that they go on business trips many times a year and spend very little time with him.

Every time Rango asked what they were going to do, his mother would stroke his hair and gently tell him, "Go where we are needed."

Coupled with the frequent appearance of religious instruments in the house, Rango had long suspected that he was born into a family of exorcists.

As an aside, in addition to this, he also has an uncle and two cousins. Although they often met and played together when they were young, he rarely saw them since his aunt passed away.

"I hate the Riddler the most"

Looking at the mysterious Father Amos in the window, Rango took out a cigarette, took out a cigarette and slowly lit it, then said, "Tell me everything you know about my family, otherwise..."

"What else?" Amos asked with interest.

"I'll just crush you into pieces and rush into the ladies' room!"

"Water."

Amos forced himself to hold back the last curse word beginning with F, staring at Rango who was biting the cigarette butt in front of him with a calm expression, "Do you know who I am? I am the chief exorcist priest of the Holy See! I have personally sent countless evil spirits to hell! You..."

"But now you are just a plastic model with the name of Amos, with only his memories but without any of his abilities."

Rango said bluntly, "Even if I break you into pieces, the most I'll have to do is pay a fine tomorrow, but you'll have to spend your whole life in a septic tank."

Seeing his face getting uglier, Rango changed the subject and said with a smile on his face, "But you don't have to worry too much. As long as you tell me what I need, I will not only not treat you like that, but I will also let you out to get some fresh air regularly. How about it? It's rare to find such a good deal."

Father Amos was silent for a moment, his face uncertain, and finally asked half-doubtfully: "Will you really let me out?"

"Why not?"

Rango asked with his arms outstretched, then he opened the locked window and extended his hand in welcome: "Please go ahead, we still have a whole night."

Looking at Rango's sincere expression, Amos sighed softly and held out his hand: "Do you have any cigarettes left? Give me one, too."

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After a while, Rango, who had just finished listening to the old man's long story, interrupted and asked, "So, my grandfather was once your assistant?"

"I prefer to describe our relationship as partners," Amos said with a nostalgic look on his face. "In every previous exorcism, Anderson would take the lead in controlling the opponent, and then I would chant the exorcism. Without him, it would be difficult for me to complete so many exorcisms by myself."

Rango nodded and continued to ask, "So after my grandfather quit the Church, got married and had children, you broke up?"

"There is no such thing as quitting the priesthood," Amos corrected sternly, "Your grandfather was bewitched by the devil!"

Rango shrugged and stopped pursuing the topic. He asked, "What about my parents? Does the Vatican know their whereabouts?"

"How should I know? I died long before your parents disappeared." Amos shook his head first, then seemed to have thought of something and said thoughtfully: "But from your description, there are traces of burns on the wall, and there is a strong smell of sulfur all around. This is very much the work of the yellow-eyed demon." "Yellow-eyed demon?!"

Rango, who was originally sitting on the ground, stood up suddenly, his eyes gloomy, "How can we find this guy?!"

Amos shook his head and said, "Demons only show themselves on their own initiative. Ordinary people can't find them. Besides, you can't even deal with a bunch of earthbound spirits, and you still want to deal with the yellow-eyed demon?"

Hearing his words, Rango fell silent.

The old man was right. Although he had the ability to harm spirits, he lacked the means to track and understand them.

And these are just earthbound spirits, not to mention the evil spirits and demons that possess all kinds of supernatural powers.

Seeing his thoughtful look, Amos did not say anything to comfort him, but instead leisurely smoked the cigarette in his hand.

It is undeniable that through the contact just now, he has developed a deep admiration for this rebellious boy.

Not only was he not afraid of ghosts, but after learning that the real culprit behind his parents' disappearance was a demon from hell, he did not back down. Instead, he thought about how to face the challenge head-on.

Add to that the last name Winchester, this guy is simply a natural exorcist!
He put out the cigarette in his hand and said in a gentle and mysterious tone: "Don't worry, young man. For your grandfather's sake, I can tell you a piece of news for free."

After saying that, he lowered his voice and leaned close to Rango's ear.

"When your grandfather and I were exorcising demons in North America, we left behind a lot of good things on this land."

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The next day.

Boston, South Side.

Outside the Cathedral of the Holy Cross, Rango, who had driven for more than four hours, threw Teddy and Megan directly into the car despite Teddy's strong objections, and told them not to come in.

The place he was going to now was the heart of Catholicism in Boston. Who knew if some crazy priest would see Teddy and come up to exorcise him as if he were a demon.

Looking at the Gothic-style church in front of him, Rango recalled the location Amos told him last night. He put on a baseball cap, blended in with the tourists in a low-key manner, and walked towards the church.

Like most religious sites in the world, although this is the Catholic diocese in Boston, it has become a check-in spot for tourists, and no admission fee is charged.

Rango walked past the two uniformed colleagues at the door and entered the church. The first thing he saw was the high ceiling and the spacious main hall.

There are octagonal columns scattered around, with large-span double-edged pointed arches on top, which is very Gothic in style.

Rango followed the tourists and stood in front of an oil painting. On the surface, he was admiring the medieval painting full of religious flavor in front of him, but in fact, he had already glanced at the entrance of the side hall out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that there was no one guarding the place, he casually picked up a brochure from the shelf by the wall, lowered the brim of his hat to pretend to be a tourist, and moved towards the side hall while flipping through the brochure in his hand.

This is a place for church members to gather together. Apart from the warning booths commonly seen in movies and TV dramas, there are only rows of benches.

He silently repeated the location given by Amos and looked around as he walked.

After leaving the side hall and arriving at the church courtyard, Rango's lips curled up into a smile.

Not far from him, a poplar tree more than ten meters high, with various scriptures written on it, stood upright in the center of the yard.

And this is exactly the purpose of his coming here this time.

Seeing that there was no one around, Rango no longer hesitated and walked quickly towards the poplar tree. However, just as he was about to take action, an untimely singing broke the silence.

What a coincidence that a choir came at this time!

"Fake!"

After cursing his bad luck inwardly, he did not show any abnormality. He walked directly to the poplar tree openly, crossed his arms across his chest in front of the tree as if admiring it, and looked at the poplar with its trunk covered with scriptures.

According to Amos, there was an incident of demonic possession at the church here decades ago.

This demon is named Samikilla. He has a very powerful background. He is the fourth of King Solomon's seventy-two gods and is proficient in the art of resurrection.

A clergyman in the church fell into darkness and secretly opened an altar to summon him out.

There were countless casualties in the church that night, and coincidentally he and his grandfather Anderson Winchester were attending an event at Trinity Cathedral not far away.

After receiving the news, they rushed over as soon as possible, and after spending a huge amount of money, they sealed the demon into the poplar tree, and wrote verses from the Bible on the tree trunk, hoping to suppress it here forever with the power of God.

Rango didn't care much about whether there was really a big devil sealed under the tree. He came here mainly for the thing buried next to the tree.

Amos told him that after sealing Samikilla, he and his grandfather Anderson buried the exorcism tools they used here to prevent the demon from escaping, so that those who come later can take weapons to deal with it at any time.

But looking at the current situation
Rango looked around the poplar tree. Not only did the church not put up any fences around the tree, but there wasn't even a simple warning sign.

It seems that as time passed, later bishops and clergy had long forgotten what happened here.

After expressing his feelings, Rango turned his gaze back to the choir not far away. The group of people in black robes were still singing hymns happily and had no intention of leaving.

Some people even saw him looking over and waved enthusiastically to invite him to join.

Rango frowned slightly, thinking about how to lead them away.

At this moment, a series of sharp car crashes suddenly came from outside the church, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The choir's singing suddenly stopped. The members put down their instruments one after another, looked out the door at the same time, and then left the courtyard one after another.

Rango was secretly glad to see this, and he seized the opportunity to immediately run to the roots of the poplar tree. According to the location given by Amos, he took out the miniature shovel he brought from his pocket and started digging with concentration.

But at this moment the phone suddenly rang again. He quickly answered it and then clamped the phone on his shoulder.

"Teddy?"

"Rango."

Teddy said nervously, "I was just about to go to Burger King with Megan to buy some food and wait for you, but I accidentally caused a chain reaction while driving. Believe me, I definitely didn't mean to do that. Also, hurry up and bring the check over here."

"You're doing great! Don't worry I'll be there soon!"

"what?"

Without waiting for the confused Teddy on the other end of the phone to ask questions, he hung up the phone and looked excitedly at the dug pit in front of him.

In the pit, a wooden box one foot wide has appeared!
(End of this chapter)