Life as a police officer in America

Chapter 666 Hunger Warlock
Why would the federal police change church hours of worship, what happens between [-]:[-]am and [-]:[-]pm?
Wang Dengming didn't know why.

Moreover, the revision time set by the old hunter did not say when it would end, nor did it say how many days it would take for the residents of the town to return to normal mass.

Where is the problem? The old hunter didn't say anything, Master Qin pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Is there anyone in Gumeng Town, Alaska, who knows a little bit about these strange things?

Rabbit Qin, who had a fever, refused to help.

Wang Dengming was drinking tea in the office and cursing Master Qin when suddenly he thought of someone.

The Mexican at 27 John Street, Rodriguez de Silva, calls himself a warlock.

Master Qin was beaten up last time, and Garcia suspected that he did it, but was ruled out by Wang Dengming.

Garcia said that the man likes to pretend to be a ghost, and charges people to exorcise ghosts for a living.

Wang Dengming's memory bank called up his situation again.

He was caught by Barack and sentenced to four years for obstructing the police, contempt of court, and abusing prosecutors.

That man looked unworthy of the people. When Barack arrested him, he cursed Barack. Wang Dengming only saw him twice, and he was a little impressed.

His appearance appeared in front of Wang Dengming's eyes.

He is only forty years old, but has thinning white hair.

Broad chin, thick and short eyebrows, straight nose bridge, these eyes are slightly blue with a little gray.

His body is not thin, but there are basically no muscles on his face. His sunken eye sockets hide a pair of slightly blue eyes with some gray eyes. When looking at people with his two eyeballs, it will make people shudder.

If time is counted, this person has been released after serving his sentence for more than two months.

Do you want to pay a visit?

Just go.

The police car arrived at No. 27, John Street, which was relatively sideways and one of the earliest streets in Gumeng Town, Alaska.

There is also a street in the town called John Street, with a word added in front of it, called New John Street.

Compared with New John Street, Wang Dengming seldom patrols this street. Not only are more than [-]% of the houses on this street old, but also the streets are full of potholes. When a police car comes in, it is like sitting on a violently shaking boat. .

No one in the police station likes to patrol this street if it is not necessary.

If you are shooting a cowboy western, this street is definitely the best location in Gumeng Town, Alaska.

Compared with other places in the town, the resident personnel on Old John Street are relatively rare. Some of them are the elderly, some are the poor ghosts of the American population, and the others are addicts and so on.

No. 27 is a single-storey house with brick and wood structure.

There are three old trees around, surrounding No. 27.

There is a small lawn in front of No. 27 without a fence. There used to be a small lawn here, but after the fence rotted, it was demolished.

The lawn was not mowed, and the blue green grass grew extremely lush, as if no one had lived in this house for a long time.

There is a path that has been stepped on in the middle of the lawn, so it can be seen that this house is occupied by people.

Beside the lawn, there is a rusty Toyota car parked. Looking at the appearance, it is a scrapped or soon to be scrapped vehicle.

The windshield of the vehicle was scraped into two arcs by the wiper. There was a big difference between the scraped area and the unscratched area. Outside the area wiped by the wiper, it was horribly dirty.

So the car is still in use.

Wang Dengming got out of the car, walked through the white path, and knocked on the door.

The wooden door was decayed and the homeowner reinforced it with sheet iron.

Bang bang bang, the door knocked loudly.

"Who?"

A slightly old voice asked.

"police."

"What's the matter, officer?"

"Can you open the door and talk?"

After about half a minute, the door opened.

A gust of air with an unknown smell rushed straight to Wang Dengming's nose.

"Officer, did I commit another crime?"

That's right, that's him, Rodriguez De Silva.

The current him, compared to the previous two years, has not changed much, the difference is that the beard is messy, the clothes are disheveled, the vest he is wearing is rotting, and there is a hole in the chest, exposing the sternum and shriveled muscles.

He used to dress very well.

Wang Dengming glanced sideways and was startled. His den was as messy as a kennel, and there were strange things everywhere.

Jesus statues, icons, Grim Reaper, skulls, necromancer sculptures, witchcraft dolls, dolls, lizard skins, turtle skins, herbs, copper figurines, aluminum figurines, toys, dried weeds, giant taxidermy bugs, strange and beautiful stones, glass bottles of all kinds, and in glass bottles all kinds of disgusting things soaked in liquid, snakes, birds, frogs, scorpions, and so on.

There is also a large steel frame inside, with a total of eight floors.

Every floor is full of dirty, indescribable things that disgust Wang Dengming.

"My God!"

Wang Dengming exclaimed from the heart.

"This is just my personal collection. I like it. Officer, you won't arrest me for these, will you?"

This 'also' is why Barack caught him.

One of Barack's reasons for arresting him was that he was too evil, a potential disturbance of the law, his room was full of things from the Sonoran Witchcraft Market, and the neighbors were terrified and complained about him.

Therefore, Barak wanted to drive him out of Gumeng Town, Alaska.

"No complaints against me now, officer."

He added.

Yes, no one complained about him. The neighbors next to him have all moved out, and the nearest neighbor is at least 100 meters away from him.

"I'm not here to catch you, don't worry."

"Then are you here for divination? Or are you asking me to exorcise demons, or psychic?"

"I have a question to ask."

"Then I'll charge you, because you're a policeman, buy me some bread and fried chicken legs, and three bottles of beer, thank you."

"you"

"I haven't eaten for two days, business is hard."

Wang Dengming then went to the supermarket to buy some food for him and came back. He bought [-] dollars worth of food, a big bag.

While he was eating, Wang Dengming began to visit his collection.

"I have a question. It is said that a Mexican warlock can kill a person by preparing only a doll in black, some thread, a human bone and a toad. Is that true?"

The warlock didn't answer, he was so hungry, he ate voraciously.

"Add the green light of the dark prince, tie the puppet and the human bone together, stuff them down the toad's throat, seal its mouth, bury it in the cemetery together, and recite the appropriate spell. Get rid of someone, right?"

The Mexican still didn't answer, he was drinking, and he was drinking loudly.

"I'm asking you something, Mister Mexico."

(End of this chapter)