Exorcism in Los Angeles? Just talk it out!

"Sign here, post $10,000 bail, and you can leave..."

"OK."

At the police station, Li Ang signed his name on a document simply because Li Zhanyuan had come to bail him out.

He made a phone call and asked Congressman Smith for a favor. Then the congressman sent a lawyer to help with bail, because there was no concrete evidence to prove that Li Ang was the killer. After all, it is impossible for human strength to tear a human body apart.

Moreover, the bite marks and gaps on the bodies of the two dead individuals looked as if they had been torn open by some kind of monster.

In addition, local residents reported hearing gunshots, and only the deceased had a firearm at the scene, so it was initially determined that Li Ang was not the murderer.

After Li Zhanyuan paid $10,000 in bail, Li Ang was able to leave.

As for Anna, a frail woman, she was so frightened that she wasn't even listed as a suspect. Her name and phone number were simply registered, and she was to go out as a witness when the trial began.

As for Li Ang...

As Officer Christina unlocked Li Ang's handcuffs, she whispered, "Was the one who entered the house and killed someone an evil spirit? Do evil spirits really exist in this world?"

Anna naturally said whatever she saw. In her statement, she described it as an evil child, otherwise how could bullets have no effect on it?

Moreover, judging from Murphy, another victim at the scene, his face was filled with fear, and he emptied his magazine before he died, as if some monster was chasing him.

However, according to Li Ang's confession, it was a dwarf killer who killed the two robbers.

As for why the dwarf assassin let them go, no one knows; he has no idea.

"Officer, you're joking. How could evil spirits possibly exist in this world..." Li Ang smiled, rubbed his wrist, and felt a little sorry that the ten thousand US dollars he had just received would have to stay in someone else's account for a while.

Christina sneered, "Hmph, even if you didn't kill him, it's definitely related to you. I'll be keeping an eye on you..."

It's a very simple logic: the assassin killed the two robbers who broke into the house, but didn't harm Li Ang and his companions. Any police officer who isn't an idiot would know something was wrong.

But Li Ang didn't care. He knew that any case of a murder committed by an evil spirit would soon be transferred to the FBI, that department known as the "junkyard," and eventually become an unsolved mystery...

……

"Anna, are you alright?"

After leaving the police station, Li Ang immediately went to check on his new girlfriend, wanting to ask her if anything was wrong.

Unfortunately, the other party avoided them like the plague.

After Anna dodged, she quickly jumped into a taxi. "Who's your girlfriend? We're breaking up. Goodbye—"

"Uh..." Li Ang's raised hand froze in mid-air, not having a chance to lower it.

However, the policewoman Christina, who was standing to the side, showed a hint of pity in her eyes when she saw that Li Ang had been dumped overnight. "Once she knows you are innocent when the trial starts, she will change her mind."

Li Ang glanced at Christina, feeling embarrassed to tell her that Anna was his girlfriend of only one night, and now that a life was at stake, it was normal for her to avoid him.

"Officer Christina, may I have your phone number?"

Seeing Christina's furrowed brows, Li Ang immediately said seriously, "It's like this, I wanted to call you as soon as I found out any clues."

Upon hearing this, Christina hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Okay—"

Li Ang immediately beamed with joy. So naive! He'd already gotten her contact information...

Li Zhanyuan muttered under his breath, "What kind of bullshit clue is this? He's obviously just after her looks and wants to get her into bed..."

……

……

At noon, after lunch...

After a good night's sleep, Li Ang and Li Zhanyuan asked for money at the paper craft shop in Chinatown.

"Old man, do you have any money on you? Give me two thousand..."

"What do you need the money for? I don't have any. Mr. Ding's bill was $10,000, which was paid to the IRS and the bank and is all gone. Congressman Smith's bill was $10,000, which was paid for bail. Now the store is completely broke."

Li Zhanyuan assumed that Li Ang was planning to go to Hollywood again to help those good girls who were chasing their dreams of becoming stars, so he immediately refused.

"What are you thinking? I'm going to buy a few guns for self-defense..." Li Ang rolled his eyes. "Those two last night, Old Black and Old Mo, came in with weapons."

"That damn real estate company can resort to such insidious tactics once, so they can do it again. We need to buy a few guns to make sure we're safe."

The house and shop were registered under Li Ang's name, but that didn't mean the real estate developers wouldn't come after Li Zhanyuan. After much thought, Li Ang still felt it was necessary for him to acquire some "truth" to protect himself.

Anyway, here, as long as you're a law-abiding citizen, buying this stuff is as easy as eating or taking a dump.

Li Zhanyuan thought about it and felt it made sense. He took out a thousand US dollars from the store and handed it to Li Ang. "That's right. Then go and come back soon. This is the last of the store's money. Take it and buy two smaller ones..."

Li Ang looked at it and clicked his tongue in admiration. "A family of exorcists, yet they're so poor they only have this much money. Even a dog would shake its head in disbelief."

……

Li Ang was whistling as he leisurely drove his beat-up pickup truck. Halfway there, he stopped at a traffic light and suddenly noticed a beautiful woman driving a red sports car to his left...

Wearing sunglasses, with a head of jet-black hair and a curvaceous figure, you could tell the car owner was a beautiful woman even through the glass window.

This is Los Angeles, and the other person might even be a female celebrity.

Li Ang's eyes lit up, and he immediately rolled down the car window...

"Hey, beautiful! Shall we get to know each other?" Li Ang whistled loudly. "Do you like coffee? Want to see a movie? My bed is big and comfortable, and I have a cat that can do backflips."

The car window slowly rolled down...

A beautiful woman wearing sunglasses was revealed, and even the large sunglasses couldn't hide her stunning beauty.

But she seemed somewhat surprised, surprised that a penniless man driving a dilapidated pickup truck from half a century ago, with black smoke billowing from its exhaust pipe, actually had the audacity to strike up a conversation with her.

The beautiful woman said with a half-smile, "Your car? Trying to pick up pretty girls?"

Just then, behind them, also waiting at a red light, sat two students, one in black and one in white, in a Chevrolet. They both laughed when they saw what Li Ang was doing. The black student immediately tugged at his companion and said, "Peter, look ahead! There's some idiot driving a beat-up pickup truck trying to pick up pretty girls..."

The student named Peter laughed, "Haha, I bet he'll be proven wrong with 10 yuan..."

Li Ang said with a grin, "What's wrong with my car? Don't let its age fool you, it's the same age as my grandfather. It's still going strong, capable of seven times a night. It can easily sleep with your eighteen-year-old sports car."

The beautiful woman said, "You have such a thick skin..."

"I call this being direct."

Li Ang always kept in mind Cai Gongzi's philosophy of life: to pursue women, you have to be thick-skinned enough, go and chat with them whenever you see them, and kill the ugly ones, of course, they can't be too ugly.

Just then, the traffic light was about to turn green, and the beautiful woman looked at Li Ang with a half-smile, "If you can catch up with me, I'll let you have a turn..."

boom!

As soon as the traffic light turned green, the sports car vanished in a flash, its engine roaring like a monster as it sped away, leaving only its back view for Li Ang to see.

"Damn it, no sportsmanship, who do you think you are?"

Li Ang cursed angrily, and the phrase "calling a deer a horse" was used once again...

Half of my mental energy has been depleted...

"Ferrari, you're Ferrari, let's catch up with that woman, you sleep in the sports car and I'll sleep with the owner."

boom!

The car spewed out a thick plume of smoke, turning the glass of the Chevrolet behind it completely black. The already dilapidated engine, as if it had taken Viagra, shot off with a whoosh and caught up with the sports car in front.

The two students in the car stared in disbelief at the scene.

"Ahem... Peter, am I seeing things? That old pickup truck caught up with a sports car..."

"Fuck! This is illogical! My Chevrolet can't even catch up, how did that beat-up pickup truck manage...?"

"I bet his car is modified, with a top-of-the-line sports car engine inside."