I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 141 Temporarily suspended demon hunting journey, weird community

"That guy just now thought he had a sure win and kept on talking about a lot of nonsense."

"She accused me of some crimes, saying that I had ruined her plan to get close to you."

At this point, Dean quietly bumped into his brother Sam.

Dean's face was sympathetic, but his smile was harder to suppress than AK's.

Sam, however, looked calm and said, "Actually, I knew this a long time ago."

"What is her plan?"

"I'll use you to lure your father out, and then I'll kill you all."

After hearing this, the two finally understood.

While they were tracking the devil's trail, the other party also targeted their family.

"I don't think this plan will work. He won't even answer the phone."

When Dean heard this, a hint of annoyance appeared on his face.

"He has no idea where we are or what the situation is!"

"Never mind all that. The demon child that Dad is tracking is so difficult to deal with. If we really fight him, we are no match for him."

At this time, Sam actually seemed calmer than his brother Dean.

"Su, how much is a Five Thunder Talisman?"

Thunder is extremely powerful in killing demons. One strike is enough to turn them into ashes.

With powerful enemies eyeing them, they must arm themselves.

Let’s start with five or six.

Sam planned this in his mind.

"Ten thousand dollars."

The fire of hope that had just ignited in Sam's heart was extinguished by this cold reality.

Five or six Five Thunder Talismans would cost fifty or sixty thousand dollars.

Where can they raise money in such a short time?

"Ahem... Can you give us a better deal? Can we get a loan?"

Sam felt a little embarrassed when he said this.

During this period, Su Fan helped them solve so many problems for free, but they still wanted to bargain.

But revenge for his mother is imminent, so he has to give it a try even if he is short of money.

"It doesn't have to be that troublesome. I just happen to be dealing with a certain demon recently. You guys can come and help me set it up. I can give you a discount."

"no problem!"

As soon as Su Fan finished speaking, he heard Sam's crisp response.

The latter quickly looked at his brother Dean.

Following his gesture, Dean quickly nodded to express his opinion.

"Can I ask how much the discount is?"

"% off."

When Dean heard the price, he had a bad feeling.

The demon that an exorcist of Su Fan’s level has to deal with...will it be a simple character?

But now, they seem to have no better choice.

If I don't agree this time, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to repay the favor I owe you.

"Then what happens next..."

“Back to Hollywood.”
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"Is Suta out to solve the problem again?"

Carl looked at the antique shop with a sign saying "Temporarily Closed" and took a sip of the coffee in his hand.

After joining the police station, he was promoted and now has a stable income every month.

Now that his financial situation has improved significantly, he also started drinking coffee.

Do not misunderstand.

He had no interest in pretending to be a Wall Street elite; he did this only to ensure he had enough energy for the afternoon patrol.

It happened that he was in charge of the Avenue of Stars area today, so he took some time to come and see Su Fan.

But he happened to be out of the store.

"Officer Carl, we should get going. We still have a few blocks to go."

A young policeman who also looked very young drove the police car over and shouted at Karl through the window.

"Okay, I'll be right away."

He responded, looked at the antique shop again, and then walked towards the police car.

After sitting in the co-pilot seat, the two continued their patrol mission today.

Although Carl had just taken office, he quickly stood out in the police station with the appreciation of the detectives and his own sense of justice.

Not only that, his generous personality also won him the favor of many colleagues.

Originally, such a troublesome task as training newcomers should not have fallen on him, but Carl still took the initiative to apply to become a temporary partner with the rookie.

Being special is never a good thing, and he also wants to teach the newcomers something.

"I don't know when we can be promoted to plainclothes or detectives. Patrolling like this every day is really... boring."

While driving slowly on the road, the rookie policeman suddenly spoke.

“Are we going to keep doing this kind of thing in the community?”

"Whether there is, that kind of case, you know what I mean."

When Karl heard this, what happened in the welfare home flashed through his mind and he shook his head.

"I know that newbies want to solve big cases or catch criminals, but this place is not as simple as you think."

"When you really encounter a situation, you will understand what I mean."

There are some things that are really beyond the ability of these little policemen to solve.

But the rookie policeman just smiled.

His superior, who had just joined the police force, assisted detectives in solving two murder cases and a case of brainwashing children in an orphanage within one day.

Young, talented, and approachable, they always like to use these words to scare newcomers.

Seeing that he didn't comment, Karl knew that he didn't listen to what he said, so he didn't say anything more.

The two drove all the way and arrived at a residential community.

"The security situation in this area is pretty good, and there aren't any gangs. Let's just take a quick look around and leave."

Carl took a quick glance.

There are no homeless tents, no young people gathering to cause trouble, and no drug addicts going crazy and attacking people.

Most of the residents are middle class with a good life and their children are well-educated.

He was deeply impressed by the stability of the community.

Because every time you can just take a quick glance and leave without encountering any annoying problems.

"Roger that, officer."

The newcomer put the gear on, but at this moment, Karl suddenly spoke.

"Wait a moment first..."

The newcomer quickly let go of the accelerator.

"how……"

He wanted to ask something else, but Karl signaled him to be quiet. In a residential building not far away, a young boy was walking on the road with a child.

There was nothing unusual about the boy, but the more Carl looked at the child, the stranger he felt.

The long golden hair and the slightly undulating curve of her chest were proof that this was a girl who had recently entered puberty.

But the latter's face seemed to have congenital skull dysplasia, making it difficult to tell whether she was a boy or a girl.

A strange chill spread through Carl's heart.

Not right.

Just as the two children were walking, two figures appeared in a house not far away.

The figure didn't notice Carl, but stared at the two people walking and watched them leave.

Watching the two teenagers, a boy and a girl, leave, Carl took out his service gun in the car, checked it, loaded it, took off the safety, and put it back to his waist.

“Get out of the car with me.”

The solemn voice immediately made the newcomer nervous, and he immediately repeated Carl's action and got out of the cab.

The two men, one in front and one behind, quickly came to the residence of the other figure and knocked on the door.

Soon, a man and a woman came to open the door.

“Los Angeles Police Department.”

After showing his police ID, Carl spoke in a gentle and polite tone.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but the community seems to be a little uneasy lately."

"Can you cooperate with us in some investigations?"

Carl said as he glanced up and down at the two of them.

"no problem."

The host smiled.

"Before I start asking questions, let me confirm that you are the owner of this house, right?"

"No. This is my aunt and uncle's house. They went on a long trip and left the house to us two to take care of."

"When did you move here?"

As Carl asked, he glanced at the neighbors around him out of the corner of his eyes.

Corners, windows, doorways, the attic on the second floor...

There are shadows moving around in these places.

"It was about a month ago. I can't quite remember the exact date."

"Can you show me your driver's license?"

The newcomer on one side came forward.

The man felt around in his pockets.

"I don't have it with me right now. Shall I go into the house and get it for you?"

Hearing this, Karl suddenly spoke.

"No need, we are just checking for potential security risks. Sorry to bother you, thank you for your cooperation."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Before leaving, he patted the new policeman on the shoulder.

The rookie policeman seemed to understand something and followed immediately.

"has a problem?"

"Do not look back."

Carl moved his lips and lowered his voice.

"Let's talk after we leave here."

Hearing this, the newcomer didn’t dare to ask any more questions and continued to follow Karl.

But he found that the latter seemed to be walking faster and faster, and when he was almost walking towards the police, he could almost be called jogging!
The newlyweds followed closely, opened the car door, started the car, and put it in gear to start.

"Why are you so nervous? Officer Carl!"

“This is not normal.”

Carl picked up the radio on his shoulder and was about to say something, but put it down and took out his cell phone.

As he spoke, he began to edit and send text messages.

"Just now when I was talking to that couple, the residents around were watching us in the dark."

"At this time, people who need to go to school should go to school, and people who need to go to work should go to work. There are not so many people in the community."

“This is the first abnormal point.”

"The styles and sizes of the clothes they were wearing were inappropriate, and clearly not the aesthetics appropriate for this age group. The only explanation was that they were wearing someone else's clothes."

"Maybe it's because they didn't bring enough changes of clothes?"

"Would an average person wear other clothes for no reason? Especially old people's clothes."

"..."

The newcomer felt a little uneasy after hearing what Carl said.

“Not only that, they were smiling the whole time when they were talking.

Think about it, when we patrol officers come to their door, have those guys ever been nice to us?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the newcomer suddenly realized something.

People in this kind of community all have a kind of taxpayer arrogance, and many of them hate these policemen.

How can I greet you with a smile?

The newlywed was driving while recalling.

The fake smile on the man's face made him more creepy the more he thought about it.

“I suspect that the place has been occupied by some mysterious cult.

They are so numerous and powerful that if they continue to question us, we will most likely not be able to leave the community even if we have guns.”

"No...it shouldn't be that exaggerated, right?"

The newcomer felt that Carl's words were a bit alarmist.

"Besides, how do you know it's a cult?"

"The evidence is this..."

Carl took out from his arms something that the rookie policeman had never seen before.

It seems to be made of folded yellow paper with some characters on it.

"This is……"

"The amulet can protect people from the invasion of external evil forces."

As soon as Karl’s words came out, the rookie policeman suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

As members of the public security agency, they actually believe these things.

For a moment, the image of Carl in his mind plummeted.

"You're new here, so it's normal that you don't know much, but I have to tell you that this world is not as safe as you think."

“Beyond the science, there’s a whole set of rules that operate that you’re not exposed to at all.”

"If you don't believe me, you can ask other police officers. Anyone who has experienced a welfare home case will agree with what I say."

Carl said as he unfolded the amulet.

The yellow paper carrying the characters and power had already started to crack, and then it shattered into pieces right in front of Carl's eyes!
(End of this chapter)