Crossing at the same time, all nightmares start

Chapter 18 I make roast duck, $ an hour

"I think if you buy us a couple of drinks, you might be able to get something from me that you want."

Matthew added meaningfully.

Bob was already prepared.

If this girl threw a glass of wine on Matthew's face and rushed out of the bar in anger.

I must catch up with her and take the opportunity to comfort this sad woman.

Don’t blame your brother for not being considerate. At worst, he can treat you to a drink next time.

But the development of things was destined to disappoint him.

Hearing Matthew's words, the girl in leather jacket actually laughed and waved to the bartender.

"Give each of them another drink according to their taste. It's my treat."

"My friend wants two."

"Two drinks then."

Matthew touched his wallet with relief and said to Bob.

"I don't owe you anything."

Does this work?
Bob sat there blankly, not listening to Matthew at all.

His worldview seems a little shattered.

The bartender was very fast in making drinks.

After a while, both of them had their drinks.

Matthew took a sip of the whiskey and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ma'am, wouldn't you like something to drink? The wine here is good."

“What do you recommend?”

"I think Bloody Mary is good. It suits you very well."

"I feel so too."

The girl in leather jacket gave Matthew a deep look.

"It's just that I don't have much of an appetite today."

"That's a shame. I don't even know your name."

"Selena, what about you?"

"What a great name. My name is Matthew."

There was no smile on Matthew's face, he looked at the woman in front of him seriously.

"Serena, I have a question.

What gave you the courage to come before a priest?"

"So, what do you want?"

Hearing this, the leather jacket girl Serena put away her smile and her expression gradually turned cold.

The two people's eyes collided in the air, and sparks seemed to fly.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Even the dazed Bob realized that something was wrong. He subconsciously put down his wine glass and looked at the two of them nervously.

After a while, Matthew broke the silence first.

“I’m sorry, but as a priest who has dedicated his life to serving the Lord, if you are interested in me, I can only give you an unforgettable night.

Believe me, it will be a profound cleansing.”

Serena was stunned for a moment.

"Is this what you want to say?"

"if not?"

The woman clenched her fists tightly.

He suddenly pounced and pushed Matthew against the back of the chair.

Their faces were almost touching.

Matthew could even feel the faint coolness emanating from her.

Selina's black pupils gradually turned blue.

Some invisible spiritual power surged from all directions.

Matthew's expression gradually became dull.

"Matthew."

Serena leaned close to his ear, her voice carrying undeniable strength.

"You must have seen Erica. Tell me, where did she go?"

"Yes, I did, a few days ago, when we were planning to spend an unforgettable evening together.

But I had some business on the way, so I left and I don’t know where she went.”

"what business?"

"Making roast duck costs $5,000 an hour."

"What kind of roast duck is being made in the middle of the night for $5,000 an hour?"

"That's it."

Serena froze in place, she could hardly believe her ears.

Have the people in the church fallen to this level?

So he confirmed again, and after making sure that his hypnosis had not failed, he asked curiously.

"Why do you go?" "Because the church withheld subsidies, and we're struggling to make ends meet. Even if the client is two meters tall, their waist is still two meters."

Selina felt as if her innocent heart had suffered a huge blow.

She didn't want to listen anymore.

So he snapped his fingers lightly.

He stood up and was about to leave before Matthew recovered.

"Ms. Serena, I..."

"roll!"

Serena looked at Bob with disgust, as if she were looking at a bug.

She subconsciously treated Bob as Matthew's colleague. After all, this job really required a good physique.

But what she didn't notice was that after she left, Matthew's mouth corners slowly curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.

The next morning, Matthew got out of bed refreshed.

Spending half the night at the bar yesterday really washed away my mental fatigue.

After all, when you come into contact with such evil creatures, your emotions will be affected to some extent unconsciously.

You need to go to a crowded place to relieve yourself.

As soon as he got up, his cell phone rang.

Matthew answered the phone, and immediately heard Father Peter's angry voice on the other end.

"Matthew! Where did you take my car!"

"Don't get excited, Peter. I just borrowed it."

"You obviously don't have the key!"

“So it takes some tricks.”

"Oh my God, you dare! God will not forgive you!"

“I won’t forgive him either.

Also, don't even think about reporting what I just said, because those people above me are my people."

Father Peter paused, his voice beginning to tremble with anger.

"Matthew, forget it. I have something important to do today. Return the car to me immediately, or I'll call the police."

"What's the matter? Do you need help from a devout believer like me?"

"Pious? I've never heard such a funny joke."

Peter sneered.

"I'll be satisfied if you can return the car to me. You don't need to worry about anything else."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

More than half an hour later, an old Dodge Charger drove back to the orphanage.

Father Peter had been waiting at the door of the orphanage for a long time.

When he saw his beloved car coming back, he hurried over and carefully checked it from front to back.

I felt relieved only after confirming that there was no damage.

Knocked on the driver's window.

He rolled down the glass, put his arm on the door, and said with a smile.

"Peter, I told you we'd meet soon. Come on, get in the car."

"what?"

"Go pick up the demonologists, Mr. and Mrs. Warren, who contacted you."

Peter nearly jumped up on the spot.

She held the cross on her chest tightly in her right hand and looked at him in surprise and doubt.

This is not the first time.

The last time it did that was the Balban in him.

"You, how do you know? No, I mean, I don't know any of the Warrens."

“Peter, it’s clear that you’re not suited to lying, as the news of the Warrens’ coming has been reported in the newspapers.

I was just trying to trick you."

Father Peter took a deep breath.

"Listen Matthew, I don't know anything about the Warrens, and you better get out of my car!"

"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed."

Matthew shook his head.

"My uncle is Bishop Balducci."

"so what?"

"Peter, you know, the problem of withholding relief funds in California dioceses is very serious right now.

Because of your integrity, the children in this orphanage have money to buy clothes and see a doctor.

What do you think the new priests would do to them if you were expelled?"

Peter was suddenly overwhelmed.

"You are simply a devil!"

"so?"

"Come along, asshole, you drive!"

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