American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

After this long paragraph, Irene still didn't understand.

But she did know the meaning of the previous paragraph and blinked again.

After understanding the nature of this matter, she didn't have any good feelings towards these people. She just felt extremely disgusted.

So I was a little confused about the bishop's order to just monitor.

However, since the bishop said that he had given the most terrible punishment to these people, it was certainly not false.

Suddenly, Irene remembered that the old woman's appearance when she came in was no different from that of a lost soul.

Subconsciously glancing at her own bishop with closed eyes, Irene lowered her head slightly, and then quietly stepped back.

…………………………………………

In fact, York's words are not false. For this kind of group who has enjoyed everything and only pursues this kind of thing, this ending is indeed quite uncomfortable for them.

He was taken out of the church and put in the car.

Georgene still only stared at the photo in her hand, staring at herself who had lost her soul, and staring at the eyes that were no different between herself and those so-called great people. The despair in her heart became heavier and heavier.

Enjoyment becomes routine, becomes boring, and becomes overwhelming. After reaching this age, their pursuit is nothing more than reincarnation.

What does the real world look like after death?

I have imagined all the situations, but I have not thought about the real world of death, which is all nothingness.

Recalling her own experience, Georgeni gritted her gums and clutched the photo in her hand. She felt nothing until the manicure broke on the spot.

Because a huge despair has enveloped her, causing her to lose all feeling.

"Damn it!"

Georgene looked at the wrinkled photo and cursed inwardly, her eye circles already turning red.

There is no joy in life, and the things we pursue are even more nihilistic than in this world.

There is nothing more desperate than this.

Life or death, everything is meaningless.

Georgene's expression became dull until the noise outside made her regain some of her consciousness.

When she arrived at the place where she had been before, the church people sent her back again.

But she also knew her end, and the lack of movement had already explained everything.

Looking at the clergy standing by the car waiting for her to get off, Georgeni relied on instinct and slowly got out of the car holding her handbag.

No need to be reminded at all, he just walked towards the manor in front of him alone.

It was a mess when I came out, and there were corpses and severed limbs. Now I'm back and it's clean.

I guess someone has already taken care of it.

Suddenly, she was alone in the entire estate.

Georgene smiled, and walked to her room step by step, sat down in front of the dressing table, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Even though she has put on makeup, her face looks younger than her own age, but it cannot conceal her age.

She didn't have many years left to live, and the changes in her body meant she had no fun.

"After enjoying everything, it was still nothingness in the end." The old woman smiled and began to remove her makeup step by step.

Start from the eyebrows, then to the eyebrows, then to the nose, and finally expand to the entire face.

Finally, a very old woman was revealed in the makeup mirror, with age spots, wrinkles, etc. all clearly visible.

Georgene stared blankly for a few seconds, then took out her mobile phone from her handbag and dialed a phone number.

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

An old but slightly tired voice came from the phone.

"I'm fine." Georgene said.

"Isien, how are you doing?"

"I asked them, and they all saw the clergy walking around." The old voice replied.

"Yeah." Georgene said calmly.

"Madam, have you seen that bishop and there is nothing you can do?"

Listening to these words, Georgene clicked on the speaker and put the phone on the table.

"No, the only thing we can do is wait, but with our combined strength, we should probably be fine." Georgene said calmly.

"but."

"But what?" The old voice was a little confused, but suddenly felt something was wrong with Georgene's voice and asked.

"What's wrong with you? Madam."

"I'm fine, Isien." Georgene looked at the makeup mirror in front of her, looking at her old and tired self, and stretched out her hand to open the drawer in the table.

"Isien."

"kindness?"

Georgene said: "Can you imagine the real world after death?"

The phone fell into a brief silence.

"Are you really okay? Ma'am."

Apparently the other person on the phone sensed something unusual about Georgene.

Georgie said: "Tell me, you can imagine it."

Under these words, she fumbled for a fine pistol from the drawer, and then fumbled for a bullet.

Isien replied: "I can't tell, ma'am, that's why we want to know this answer, and that's why we want to know whether the real world is what we think, isn't it?"

As she unscrewed the magazine and loaded the bullet, she said calmly: "Isien, I saw it. I saw the real world after death."

These words also reached the ears of an old man standing in front of the window looking outside in a room.

He showed an expression of disbelief, ranging from surprise to confusion.

"Miss?"

"It's nothingness, Isien." Georgene looked at the makeup mirror and smiled miserably.

"Our pursuit and our ending turned out to be nothingness, nothing."

The old man was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

But Georgene continued: "Isien, I feel that there is really no meaning at all now, and there is really no fun in life."

Having said this, Georgene looked at the calmed mobile phone, then restored the magazine, unscrewed the safety, looked in the mirror and continued.

"I will take all the blame for this myself, and you can figure out the rest on your own."

After saying that, the old woman picked up the exquisite revolver, put the tip of the gun into her mouth, and then pulled the trigger without waiting for the sound to come from the phone.

Gunshots, bangs and explosions.

It reached the old man's ears clearly.

Isien was stunned for a moment, staring at the white-haired head and continuing to absorb all this.

……………………………………………………

It's another sunny day.

Rays of sunlight shine into the Ahibiyi Church.

An ordinary car stopped on the street. The driver in charge was an Asian. She had some spots on her face. She was looking at the girl in the passenger seat next to her with a worried look on her face and said helplessly.

"I said Lucy, is it necessary to be so nervous?"

The girl sitting in the passenger seat is none other than Lucy after her revenge was successful.

By this time, she had already recovered, and her appearance had become more energetic than before, and she no longer had that crazy look about her that kept strangers away from her.

She didn't even wear the hat she usually wore, exposing her smooth brown hair.

"Didn't that Brother John already promise you?"

Anna saw that she was extremely nervous, as if she was a best friend who hadn't slept much all night, and she felt a little resentful that iron could not become steel.

"I promised you to follow the car, and you're still afraid? It's not like you've never worked before."

Lucy looked away from the car in front of the church. She was still a little embarrassed when she noticed the hateful look in her best friend's eyes, and whispered.

"After all, I haven't worked in front of others yet. I don't want to disappoint Brother John, Sister Irene and the Father."

As she spoke, Lucy showed a warm smile, and then whispered.

"If it weren't for their help, I would have..."

As soon as these words came out, Anna took a deep breath and looked at her best friend with a little pity in her eyes.

Having been together since childhood, she can understand the mood of her best friend. Even though she has found her biological parents and her younger brother, she is lucky to have a warm family.

But obviously, apart from her family, as well as her and the church clergy, Lucy still has a little fear of people.

It's the same situation as social fear, but in fact it has nothing to do with social fear. It's a long-term loss of trust and great malice towards people.

That's why the monk who was so busy with Lucy's affairs, as if he was paralyzed, proposed this matter and asked Lucy to come over to help, so that Lucy could see more beautiful feelings and things, and try to get better.

"Lucy, what do you think this is?"

Lucy looked over subconsciously.

She saw her best friend pull out a cross from her neck and wave it at her.

Lucy felt warm in her heart: "Why did you buy it too?"

"Humph, you can buy it but I can't?" Anna smiled, and then continued.

"and yours?"

Lucy looked at her best friend. In fact, after spending so long with her, she understood what she meant just by looking at her. She also pulled out a cross from her neck and looked at Anna with a smile.

"Come."

Anna smiled: "Let's pray together and let the omniscient and almighty God give you courage, and of course me."

…………………………………………

In the church.

"Thank you, Father."

Once again addressing a believer's simple worries, Yorks nodded.

"The Lord be with you, Mr. Pascow."

The man lowered his head slightly, with a look of relaxation on his face, then walked to the donation box next to him, took out his wallet from his suit, took out a large handful of banknotes and stuffed it into it.

This makes Yorkist look comfortable. Even if there is no attribute point reward, it is still rewarded.

Paying in return is the most hard-working thing.

If there was nothing, Yorks couldn't imagine what he would do.

Facing this wealthy and generous believer, Yorks always had respect and a smile.

Obviously, this farewell gesture gave the man great satisfaction. He strode out of this church where there were not many people, and decided to come again in the future, just for this priest who made him feel comfortable from beginning to end.

When passing a nun, the man also did not forget to nod and salute.

Eileen returned the greeting, then walked past and came to the bishop who was holding a Bible in his own home.

"They're already on their way, Father."

"Yeah." Yorkes stared at the car in the three-dimensional view and smiled.

"This is the first time that I see John being so caring that he would take the initiative to propose such a thing in front of me. The people he helps are all familiar old believers. Of course what he sees is the good side."

Thinking of John Wick breathing heavily the day before yesterday, Yorks smiled.

"But, as expected of John, this method is indeed safer. It would be bad if something happens and scares Lucy away. I heard from John that she finally mustered up the courage."

Hearing this, Irene also smiled.

"Yes, Bishop."

When I saw the car leaving the scope of the stereogram, I thought of something, Yorkshire Road.

"Where's Hannah?"

Irene was a little embarrassed to say anything, and carefully looked at the look on her bishop's face.

"She seems to be still sleeping."

Yorks twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly: "Forget it."

However, I felt jealous in my heart. At this point, he no longer knew what it was like to sleep.

When talking about sleeping, it is better to say that you close your eyes and rest your mind, and your mind is still very clear.

This made him not know what to do. If he lost all the fun of human beings, he would probably be as lackluster as the old woman and not interested in anything.

Suddenly thinking of Georgene, Yorks narrowed his eyes habitually.

From that night on, the leader, Georgene, committed suicide, and the organization had long existed in name only.

Because it was not just Georgene who committed suicide.

After knowing the cause of suicide, most of the core members of this organization also committed suicide within a period of time. The rest were also devastated during the report, and their bodies were declining day by day, like dead bodies. They did not know when they died on the spot.

For York, this result is within the acceptable range, otherwise he would not be able to let go.

Thinking of the metaphorical hints that some bishops had called, Yorks didn't care much.

After all, how can these families fight against the church because of an old man who is about to be buried in the family?

Whether you have the courage or not is another matter. In the supernatural world, the church is the stable foundation. Even if someone wants to attack secretly, they may not know how they die in the end.

Because even he actually doesn’t know how strong the church is. He only knows a concept and can tell who can’t defeat the church.

Maybe it's because he didn't go out of his way to understand.

Yorks shook his head inwardly.

As soon as the thoughts triggered by his envy of Hannah turned to this, Irene's voice rang in his ears.

"Bishop, what are you thinking about?"

Hearing this, Yorks looked at Irene, looked at her bare but still extremely delicate skin, and smiled.

"It's okay, Erin will help me prepare for tomorrow's mass."

Eileen replied seriously: "Okay, Bishop." After saying that, she slowly followed her bishop.

"Shh, don't reveal my identity in front of others, otherwise we will have to move to another place."

"Bishop, don't worry, I have been paying attention. In fact, I can be sure that my voice will not be heard by others."

"Huh? Erin, you are so awesome."

"bishop……"

"Haha, how about we go out with the car if we find an opportunity later? I feel bored staying in the church all the time."

"Yes, Bishop, I will start arranging this matter."

"You are so capable! Erin, this reminds me of when I first met you, you were full of unwillingness to admit defeat. I think you must have been very angry with me at that time."

"Well"