American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

It was another case of clergy suicide, and no forced or other reasons could be found at the scene.

Yorks checked all the information and did nothing. He just asked Gabrielle for Ernst's previous exorcism cases and his own mental and stress test reports.

Since it was a personal suicide, he could only find out the reason for his suicide from Ernst himself, instead of directly tracing it to the victim.

"So you think Father Ernst's suicide was not forced or hijacked, but his own choice?"

Gabrielle's calm voice came from the phone.

York looked at the photo and replied calmly: "No, I just want to know how he got here after coming out of the Shinto Temple."

Gabrielle sat on the bedside and frowned subconsciously. He heard the hidden meaning of York's words: "Is there something wrong with Father Ernst?"

"I don't know." Yorkshire replied in a bachelor's manner: "Even you can't see the problem, and of course I can't see it either."

Gabrielle was a little helpless: "York, what do you want to do?"

This sentence fell through the mobile phone in the peaceful Pluto Church. The corner of York's mouth twitched: "Dear Bishop Gabriel, what can I do as a priest? You asked me to investigate, so I want Ernst's detailed personal information. Information, it’s that simple.”

Hearing this, Gabriel was silent for a moment. In fact, he knew all about Father Ernst's experience after he came out of the seminary. He stayed up late to read it and slept all day long. Only now was he woken up by York's phone call.

"Father Ernst's files are all secret Class A, Yorkist."

When Gabriel said this, he suddenly thought of York's personal file. This guy's file was a little different from all the priests. It was directly designated as the highest top secret level from the beginning. Only His Majesty Gregory Only the elders and secret chamber elders are qualified to review, not even the bishop with his special position.

"So I will keep it a secret." Yorks said calmly: "You know, I have a very strict mouth, and no one can pry my mouth open."

Gabrielle walked out of the memories, thought about it seriously, and did not refuse. After all, this guy's divine teaching position was ready to be promoted to bishop, so he was naturally qualified to review the secret A-level personal files.

"Just wait until tomorrow, York. I'm getting old and my energy is not as good as before. I need to rest."

York's face didn't show anything, but he judged in his mind the time when the files arrived here.

"OK."

Respond, habitually prepare to dial and hang up the phone.

Gabriel's voice came over again: "Yorks, would you like to come back sometime to see His Majesty Gregory?"

Yorkist stopped moving and said in a serious voice: "Old man? What happened to him? Is someone going to deal with him?"

Suddenly hearing a chilling tone, Gabriel's old face twitched and became even more helpless: "It's not what you think, I just want you to come back and visit His Majesty Gregory at some time. You also know that you are special, he Miss you very much."

It's really special. At the beginning, he didn't have a system plug-in. During the internship stage, he could still kill demons by himself with the three-piece exorcism suit and yelling. His idealism was simply not as clear as the current system.

In this regard, Yorks is still a little self-aware, but he feels relieved:

"Let's talk about it later."

"Well, remember to tell me."

Yorkshire said calmly: "Okay."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Gabrielle was left sitting on the bedside staring at the phone in silence for a while, and finally put the phone back on the table.

Not long after, the voice rang in the peaceful bedroom.

"I finally threw the hook. I don't know when Yorkshire will bite the hook. And the day I wait for him to bite the hook will be the day I retire. It's not far away..."

Yorks didn't hear this. He just put away the document bag and nodded to the eternal statue of Jesus.

"Good night."

What he also didn't know was that at this point in time, there was also a phone call in progress.

"Nothing happened."

Far away in Thailand, Saxon stood on the balcony of a hotel suite, staring at the busy city scene outside, and said helplessly.

"Mom, I'm safe now. The supernatural events you mentioned don't exist. This is just your opinion."

In the United States, Ms. Camille of her own family rubbed her eyebrows and felt a headache for her son. She suddenly found that her son became a little disobedient as he grew older, as if he had become a different person. .

"You don't have to believe what I say, but you don't even believe what Father York says?"

"Father York?" Saxon was stunned, not expecting to be talking about the priest at all.

"I told Father York about you." Ms. Camille sighed while kneading.

"He said that the probability of encountering dirty things when participating in this kind of supernatural live broadcast will be greater than that of ordinary people. If you are unlucky, you may even encounter evil spirits. If you accidentally trigger the mechanism of evil spirits, your life will be in danger to a certain extent. In serious cases, death is just the result."

Ms. Kamil finished speaking the priest's original words in one breath, and her tone became a little humble: "I only have a son like you. Do you know what your sister has experienced?"

"What?"

Saxon came back to his senses, frowned, and continued to listen to what his mother said. It was not until the end that he realized that these strange things had happened at home, and he finally said helplessly.

"Mom, give me two days, just two days. I will definitely take Emilia home after two days."

"Two days?"

Ms. Camille stopped kneading, which was the best result for her, because she could hear that her son had made the biggest concession.

"Yes." Saxon looked back and saw that his girlfriend was sitting cross-legged on the coffee table, facing her notebook, frowning and dealing with something.

"It's just two days. Two days is just a blink of an eye. Mom, I promise you I won't go anywhere in these two days."

After hearing this, Ms. Camille's tense body finally relaxed a little.

"Okay, I will prepare a big meal at home for you to come over. You are finally willing to take your girlfriend home."

Saxon stared at his girlfriend and couldn't help but smile: "Because the people in the past were just casual encounters, but the person now is your future daughter-in-law."

Ms. Camille shook her head: "I hope she is as good as you said. As long as she can pass my test, I will agree to your relationship, otherwise..."

Saxon knew what his mother meant. In summary, it was only him who failed to pass the test, and he was recognized by the family only if he passed the test.

"Don't worry, Emilia will definitely satisfy you." Saxon smiled confidently.

"You are confident." Ms. Camille looked into the void and said.

"Then I should take a closer look."