American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

There are countless things happening all over the world at the same time.

When Jesse was stunned on the spot by his sister's words.

In a single-family villa, Ed's voice rang out.

Following the sound, I came to a study-like layout, where Ed was talking on the phone.

"If possible, we would also like you to interview us so that people can know and understand our special profession,"

Ed sat on the desk, and the desk was full of case facts written by him, like a diary.

Judging from its thickness, it seems to prove the experiences and adventures he and his wife Rowling have had over the years, and how much they love their careers.

"But... because it's too special, we need the church's approval."

"Yes, you heard it right, Mr. Petrov, even we are managed by the church."

"However, I can give you a suggestion. If you really want to be interviewed, you can apply to the church. Once the application is approved, our couple will be able to accept your interview."

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Ed's words fell one after another. He was still so sincere to others, but he was also obviously a person who strictly abided by the rules.

While he was talking to someone in charge of the relevant TV station, he was on the sofa in a corner of the living room.

"Mom, I'm going to start." A girl wearing a simple little skirt is sitting on a chair with her feet flat on the ground. Under the control of her left hand and left shoulder, the violin is stopped. Very stable.

While holding the neck of the portable violin with her left hand, she gently bent it on the strings of the portable violin. In her right hand, she held a horsetail bow, which was the bow that was gently resting on the strings.

At just over ten years old, his posture is very standard, which shows his talent.

Looking at her daughter, the motherly love in Luo Lin's eyes was so overwhelming that others could see it, but she was even more proud of her child.

She couldn't help but think of the message conveyed by Sister Irene. She smiled and nodded gently, planning to finish preparing and give her daughter a surprise.

Judy, one of four children who had been baptized as an infant by Father Yorkist, smiled and began to play.

With her gentle touch, her fingers lightly slid across the strings, and a beautiful melody sounded.

The sound of the piano flows like water, clear and pure, as if it has an intoxicating charm, giving people unlimited space for imagination. The melody is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes soft and moving.

Every time Judy draws the bow, her strength and speed, her posture and the music complement each other, creating a unique and attractive atmosphere.

This made Rowling fall into silence and couldn't help but immerse herself in it.

I can only be worthy of being an award-winning person, so I kept the sound of the piano in my study room. Ed, who had just finished making a phone call, walked out and leaned against the wall behind mother and daughter, just watching this scene. Smile.

It wasn't until the music stopped that the two parents woke up.

"Mom! Did I play well?" As soon as Judy finished playing, she immediately broke through. The professional look she had before disappeared without a trace, and she returned to her child's personality. She grabbed the violin and bow in one hand and went straight to Rowling. in his arms.

"Yeah, it sounds good." Rowling hugged her daughter in her arms and said warmly.

However, Judy sighed like an adult, leaned into her mother's arms, and placed the violin and bow in her hands on the empty seat next to the sofa.

"I plan to play this piece of music for my godfather." After finishing this step, Judy raised her little head, looked at her mother and said:

"Mom, do you and daddy still have no news about your godfather?"

Childhood memories are always the most profound. Judy still remembers that she loved playing with her godfather when she was very young. There was a time when she was really relaxed.

Especially now when she is under some pressure, she longs for a godfather who can make her relax and carefree.

Because by her godfather's side, she saw that no matter who she was, she would listen to her godfather's words, including her own parents.

She still remembers the little friend who played with her for a long time.

"kindness……"

Rowling touched her daughter's hair and wanted to sell it off.

But the voice behind her made her keep smiling.

"It seems that our Judy misses her godfather, but she is just thinking about her former playmate. Ed came over and looked at his daughter who stood up and looked at him with a smile.

"Are you really thinking about your godfather?"

Judy curled up her lips, scolded her father, and was about to pick up the violin and run away, but she didn't bother to pay attention to her father's words.

But it seemed that her parents had no news about her godfather, which made her feel a little disappointed.

But just as she was about to run away, her father's next words made her stop.

"Although I don't know what my daughter thinks, Bishop York really wants to meet my baby to see if my baby is getting a little bigger. He also wants to hear my baby play the violin."

Ed talked a lot like an old father, but the latter words were automatically ignored by Judy. She swore that she heard the previous words clearly.

The little face that was a little depressed at first lit up with joy.

"Really? Daddy, do you have news about your godfather?" Judy was obviously pleasantly surprised.

Luo Lin smiled, then reached out again, stroked her daughter, nodded gently.

"The Bishop of York just told us his exact address today. The purpose is to meet my Judy."

Judy opened her little mouth and subconsciously looked at her father for confirmation. When she saw her father nodding, she shouted and squeezed into the arms of her smiling mother.

"Mom! daddy, I love you!!!"

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"Bishop, everything has been arranged."

The modern light source was deliberately turned off and in the Ashibiy Church, which was filled with candlelight again, York was wearing a very simple black robe without any decoration, and he could not tell the appearance of a bishop at all.

He just sat where he always did, looking at the statue of Jesus in front of him.

This location is the first bench on the right under the high platform.

From a close distance, you can best feel the charm of the church.

Because this is very close to the source of holy power accumulated in the church itself.

The aura of the holy power can make people calm.

"Everything has been divided." Irene, wearing a nun's robe, stood one step behind her bishop and continued.

"Father Lucien also told us the precautions here."

Hearing this, Yorks raised his eyebrows slightly: "He ran to warn the forces here?"

"No." Irene said, "Father Lucien listened to your words and tried to stay as he was."

"Very good, keeping it as it is can make us more close to the people and get to know the people in this area." Yorks said with a smile.

"Yes." Eileen didn't have any opinion on this. She always relied on her own bishop and whispered.

"Hannah said she also wanted to do volunteer work here, so she went back to move her clothes and related equipment."

Yorks didn't know how to express this. Hannah was quite independent, so he didn't want to force other people's will.

But looking at the current situation, it seems that Hannah is really determined to follow him.

"What has this guy encountered in these years?" Yorks couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

After all, the life of clergy cannot be compared with that of ordinary people. They are more like another level of spiritual practice.

For those who like to enjoy themselves, the life of the clergy is like a kind of asceticism.

Thinking of this, Master York said: "Let her do it, give her a position, Irene, it doesn't matter whether she does volunteer work or not."

"Yes, Bishop, I will arrange an exclusive room for Hannah." Eileen heard what her bishop meant.

It was undeniable that she could feel Hannah's extreme dependence and trust on her bishop. From what Hannah said, it seemed that she had been in contact with the then very young bishop since she was a child.

And judging from every move of his bishop, it seems that he regards Hannah as his family.

Speaking of which, she knew that she was an orphan and was raised by the nuns in the monastery, but what she didn't expect was that her bishop seemed to be raised by the current Pope.

At this point, Yorks sighed: "She has lived alone for a long time, maybe she is starting to feel lonely."

Irene lowered her head slightly and did not express her feelings, only her emotions fluctuated slightly.

"Forget it." Perhaps thinking of something, Yorks waved his hand,

"Leave me alone, close today and open tomorrow, just like when I was a priest."

"Yes, Bishop." Irene lowered her head, stepped back slowly, and left here quietly.

She still had a lot to deal with.

The footsteps that were deliberately suppressed were getting farther and farther, and Yorkshire moved according to his heart.

The corresponding virtual window appears in front of you.

This is a change from the rot world.

Before, he had felt the call to travel through time and space.

Very pious and serious.

I subconsciously chased the source, but it was a child.

Now, where is the child praying again.

Yorkes didn't move much, but a very clear scene appeared on the window like flowing water.

I saw a quiet church, full of candlelight as if time was flowing, and a sneaky girl quietly appeared at the front door.

Wearing a winter outfit similar to that of a farm, it was thick and had two pigtails on the back of her head. Her young and delicate face was covered with spots, and both sides were red. It looked like she had been frozen.

"It seems that it is winter in the rot world at this time." Yorks had a clear understanding in his heart. If we really want to compare, then this time is still somewhat accurate.

Continuing to look at it, although the girl seemed to have endured the cold wind to get here, it did not affect her hands lying on the edge of the door, her two little braids swinging, and her eyes wandering extremely smartly.

She seemed to be checking to see if there was anyone in the church, and when she found no one, she walked in quietly like a thief.

But before he took a few steps, he was stopped by a voice.

"Marlene!"

Marin trembled, stiffened and looked at the source of the sound, saying awkwardly.

"Sister Mirta."

The protagonist of the source of the sound was none other than Myrta, the first cleaner York had received after entering the rot world.

This caused a flash in York's eyes.

Mirta walked from the darkness to the candlelight. Her figure was a little thin. She was wearing a dark monastic uniform. Like the legendary Master Jiejie, she looked at the teenage girl in front of her expressionlessly. What she said was true. some temperatures,

"You come here so late, do your parents know?"

The girl named Marlene grinned.

"I told them. I said I wanted to see Master York who saved us, and they agreed."

But in the end, Marlene looked at Sister Mirta who was unmoved. Seeing her expressionless look, her voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end she still spoke honestly.

"Sorry, Sister Milda, I came here secretly."

The girl seemed a little uneasy as if she had made a mistake. She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly with her hands and twisted them around.

"I just want to see Lord York, say something from my heart to him, and then go back to sleep."

Seeing the girl like this, Mirta thought of the memories of Marlene coming here every day and sighed softly.

"You can come here during the day in the future. You are too young to come out at such a late hour. Go ahead. I will take you back when you have finished speaking."

After saying that, Mirta turned around and walked towards the candle holder, actually ignoring Marlene.

"Thank you, Sister Mirta!"

Marlene's face lit up with joy. She looked at the statue of Lord York, the savior who had saved them and the world. She walked all the way past, and finally knelt down directly facing the statue in the middle aisle.

Close your eyes and look pious.

She didn't say anything, but her childish voice could travel through time and space and ring in York's ears.

"Lord, can you hear me? My name is Marlene Ashuber, the youngest daughter of a small farm. Thank you for saving us...

I'm in a bad mood today because my Anna is dying recently because she can't give birth to her own child. My parents are extremely anxious around her. Anna's screams are also very painful. I feel very sad..."

Listening to this story-like babble and this somewhat sad and tender voice, Yorks looked at Marlene kneeling on the ground, her face becoming softer and softer.

Inexplicably, he thought about himself. When he completed his daily fixed tasks every day, did God look like him?

However, according to his perception, the girl named Marlene has very strong talent and potential power, very strong. Yorks feels that even if Marlene is only a teenager, once she is possessed by him, her power will increase. The holy power value is enough to be worth the long-term accumulation of a clergyman.

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I don’t know how much time passed, but after Marlene told a lot of things to his statue, her mood seemed to have improved a lot.

She actually declined Mirta's escort in one breath and ran out happily. Mirta, who was about to send her back, was stunned. She looked at the disappeared little figure with a look of helplessness on her face.

"Originally, ordinary people are not allowed to enter the temple." Mirta said helplessly. In the end, she didn't know why, but she chose to give up.

"That's all."

However, what she didn't know was that a person covered in light walked out of the statue and was following Marlene's footsteps right under her eyes...