I made up myths in America

Chapter 60: He who knows the current affairs is a hero
"He's the devil, he's the devil"

More than half an hour later, the Los Angeles police finally arrived and took the children back to the police station.

Corey and the others were so frightened that they could only mutter this sentence over and over again.

"This"

The police officer in charge of the interrogation looked at Sheriff Hank beside him with some embarrassment, saying that it was impossible to ask questions at all.

"Let's send a psychologist over to help them with their emotions."

Sheriff Hank rubbed his brow with a headache and went to another larger meeting room next door.

The members of the investigation team have posted all the information they have collected about Yanshi and Elliot on the white writing board and are conducting a multi-person brainstorming session.

"First of all, we need to be clear about one thing."

George Gently drew a large arrow in black marker on Elliott's photo, pointing to the blurry photo they had taken nearby.

"Elliot was able to survive in the museum last night and suddenly gained powerful supernatural powers. This must be related to the mysterious figure Yanshi."

"So he chose to go on a killing spree this morning, killing over 3,000 Cripple Gang members. The motive behind this crime must be linked to Master Yan."

Having said that, George Gently paused and looked at two scholars in the conference room who had performed well before, folklorist Alan Hurston and historian Professor Toshio Takeuchi.

"Then let me share my humble opinion."

Professor Takeuchi cleared his throat and projected the materials he had specially prepared and translated into English.

"Yanshi, this is a mysterious figure with few records even in ancient China."

"But the lack of records doesn't mean he's unimportant. There's a paragraph at the end of Liezi. Tangwen that records that Lu Ban's mechanical devices and Mozi's wooden kites were the pinnacle of their craft. But after hearing about Yanshi's deeds, they never dared to discuss their skills again for the rest of their lives."

It can be seen that Professor Takeuchi has done sufficient preparation. Starting from "Liezi. Tangwen" and then to some related unofficial histories, he has fully demonstrated that Yanshi is very likely a pre-Qin Qigong practitioner who lived from the Western Zhou Dynasty to the present.

To put it in terms that most people here can understand, the other party is a powerful ancient wizard who has lived for 15 years of American history.

"More than three thousand years, God, how is this possible? Is he a lich?"

In the meeting room, a young member of the investigation team thought about the game he had been playing recently.

The most powerful wizard among them is called a lich, who can command and control an entire army of undead.

"You are right to understand that."

Professor Takeuchi was too lazy to explain further.

Because the basis of his reasoning is also based on the premise that the mysterious black-robed man who appeared in the museum is really the ancient Yanshi.

If it is true, then he is a much older existence than the most famous Onmyoji Amae Haruaki in Japan.

Professor Takeuchi sighed silently in his heart. He had already made up his mind that he would find an excuse to leave Los Angeles tomorrow, preferably the farther the better.

After all, there is an old saying in China that goes, "He who knows the times is a hero." There is no need for him to stay here and take risks with the people from the Investigation Bureau.

"What about Professor Allen?"

George Gently silently kept Takeuchi Toshiro's words in mind, and planned to go back and look up the information slowly on his own.

He looked at another scholar present who had in-depth research in folklore.

"My research focused on the occult significance of Elliott's killing of thousands of gang members."

Alan Huston pushed his glasses up and said excitedly:
"After all, in most religions around the world, human sacrifice is a necessary mystical ritual when they worship or summon gods."

"I won't give specific examples, but judging from the scene at the Cripple Gang headquarters just now, I think Elliot will commit another crime soon. This killing will not stop until he, or the Yanshi behind him, needs a certain number of sacrifices."

"???"

Los Angeles Police Chief Jim McDonald, who had come to listen, was startled when he heard this and quickly asked:
"Professor Allen, in your opinion, how many sacrifices will the other party require?"

"After the required number of sacrifices is reached, what changes will occur? What impact will it have on Los Angeles?!?"

". It's hard for me to make any inferences about this at the moment."

Alan Hurston thought for a moment and shook his head, a little uncertainly, "But judging by the sheer number of sacrifices they require, this must be a massive occult ritual. Perhaps it will summon a terrifying evil god?"

On a utility pole outside the Los Angeles Police Department, a dark blue peregrine falcon tilted its head, gazing at the people engaged in a heated discussion in the conference room, a hint of humanity in its eyes. Lu Bai: Look, I haven't even made a move yet, and they've already figured it out for me.

More than an hour later, George Gently, realizing the seriousness of the situation, not only asked someone to contact Edwards Air Force Base near Los Angeles for fire support,

I also drove to the UCLA Medical Center in the Westwood district of Los Angeles.

According to the doctor at the hospital, the two security guards, Michael and Kane, who were sent here, have woken up.

Moreover, they had never seen a patient with several broken ribs and minor internal bleeding recover so quickly.

He had just woken up for a few hours, but he was already jumping around in the ward.

"Oh, oh, Kane, did you see that? I made this apple fly."

When George Gently walked into the ward, he saw Michael performing his magical levitation magic with a smug look on his face.

Kane on the side was doing handstand push-ups using only one finger.

"It seems like you two are recovering quickly."

George Gently smiled at this and walked over to hand them a tablet.

The above is a surveillance video shot outside the museum. It can be clearly seen that after they fell unconscious, two huge eagle and bear phantoms entered their bodies respectively.

"I knew it was related to that magical ancient seal."

Michael stopped, took the apple in his hand and took a bite. "I feel great now. I feel like my eyes are like an eagle's. I can see more than ten kilometers away, and..."

Having said that, Michael kept the other person in suspense, made a shooting gesture with his fingers, and aimed at a mosquito flying in from a distance.

"Bang!!"

He dubbed the sound himself.

As a result, the mosquito seemed to be hit by something, its body broke into pieces and fell from the air.

"It's the wind."

George Gently felt a slight shift in the air around him.

"Yes."

Michael withdrew his hand and nodded. "That magical eagle gave me the power to control the wind. I feel like I can change my career and become a magician now. I'm sure I'll be famous."

"Maybe I could become a boxer instead."

Kane clenched his fists and could also feel the inhuman power hidden in his body.

"You two can take a look at this before changing your career."

George Gently handed them both a document.

It says they destroyed artifacts worth $1.143 billion at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art last night.

"what?!"

Michael blinked in confusion, wondering if he had seen an extra zero or two.

"We're here to protect the safety of the museum."

Kane also frowned.

"Of course I know that."

George Gently smiled slightly and retracted the document, saying, "So the document just now was just the insurance company's property appraisal report. My real purpose is to invite you two to join the Special Events Investigation Bureau. This is the preliminary salary offer we've drafted. You can take a look."

George Gently pulled another document from his briefcase.

"Mr. Duo? Ten million dollars a year, field missions not included, plus a luxury New York mansion with no property taxes?!?"

Michael looked at the terms on the document, his eyes widened, and his heart was moved.

(End of this chapter)