American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The town of Lost is indeed a small town in name, but thanks to the property and number of residents, the Lost Police Department can be considered a decent-sized police station.

Although Chief Thomas was hired and elected by residents, there were quite a few police officers working under him.

A police station with nearly 20 senior police officers, five police cars, and even two Harley-Davidson motorcycles is already comparable in size to a branch in a bustling urban area.

At this time, Thomas, the nominal boss of the Lost Police Department, did not look very good.

As the police chief responsible for the security of the entire town, he knows everything about the town, even the people.

After returning from that night, he was inexplicably attracted to Yorkshire and his group of outsiders.

Hotel owners, shop owners, and even surrounding residents will all call.

These phone calls are not as good as a single phone call now.

Even if Thackeray called and said that a large amount of evidence was found in the cabin in the woods, which could prove that the man last night was the murderer of the missing murder case, it was not in his mind at this time.

"You mean, that person is actually from the church?" Thomas said solemnly.

"Or a bishop?"

He stood in the police station office, facing the window, and the sun reflected his frozen expression.

"yes."

The sound of the cell phone revealed some uneasiness.

"I just received an order from the Cathedral of West Virginia."

With these words, Thomas's expression became even worse.

"Let us assist the bishop in his work."

"What do they want to do?" Thomas asked solemnly into the phone.

"I don't know about that, Thomas." The voice from the phone paused.

"But Thomas, if it's the bishop, he might be able to help us."

Thomas recalled the contact last night. The young man who seemed to be in his twenties was indeed a character that people would not forget easily.

"Yocks John, the new bishop of the church, is a respected man."

In the dim hall, a nun wearing a dark robe and a white headscarf with a black headband was sitting on a stool, holding a cross in her hand, and said.

"It is rumored that this bishop is a humble and upright man. When he was a trainee priest, he stabbed to death a possessed red archbishop with a sword. He acted as he pleased."

These words were transmitted to the Lost Police Station along the mobile phone. After hearing so many amazing achievements, Thomas couldn't help but take a deep breath. He probably understood what Sister Gillian meant.

"Yes, Thomas, I said that much." Sister Gillian got up from the stool and walked towards the window.

"I just want to say that without Lady Alessa, with our power we cannot shake the Lord Bishop, nor can we stop his steps.

Fortunately, this is the bishop who is here. He should be able to understand us. "

Thomas was silent for a moment, "Is this a decision between you and Father Clifton?"

"Yes." Sister Gillian said calmly.

"Now they're coming."

In the eyes of the old nun, through the special position of the height, she could actually see the three people walking in the distance.

The leader was the legendary bishop whose name she still admired for a long time even though he was only a clergyman in a very remote place.

It was nothing, she was mentally prepared to face the bishop, but the mother and daughter behind her made her tremble.

"I saw Lady Alessa, Thomas."

The words fell like thunder, Thomas's eyes widened, and finally he just said.

"I see."

Sister Jillian hung up the phone and looked at the three people slowly approaching the monastery under the window. She first adjusted her headscarf and monk's uniform, then pursed her lips and walked slowly towards the main entrance.

What she didn't know was that Yorks, who was approaching outside, raised his head and glanced at the window where she was standing just now, and then narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he saw it, Yorks pretended not to see anything and just walked slowly towards the monastery that appeared in front of him with Rose and his daughter.

But through the three-dimensional view, he saw that the old nun who was standing by the window was now appearing in the hall on the first floor, leading several nuns towards the door.

"It seems these people have made their choice." Yorks thought to himself.

Based on the information shown by the old nun, he probably already knew the choices of these people.

Thinking of this, Yorks glanced at the carefree little Sharon licking a lollipop.

No matter what, with that candy alone, he wanted Sharon to be intact.

What kind of division or reintegration is not within his scope of consideration.

Having made up his mind, Yorks took Rose and her daughter to the door of Monrey Monastery.

And just when they stopped and were about to knock on the closed door, the door suddenly opened automatically.

Rose was stunned for a moment and subconsciously hugged his daughter.

Only York was still standing there, his eyes following the opening of the door and resting on the leading old nun.

At first glance, the feeling is that he is dying and dying.

There is only a trace of the holy power left in the old nun's body, and it is this trace that allows her to walk like an old man in her seventies or eighties, seemingly without any serious problems.

The most important thing is that this residual holy power also shows that the old nun in front of her is probably a devout clergyman, otherwise.

And pious clergy actually mean good people in a world with gods and demons.

"Your Majesty the Bishop of York."

While York was looking at her, Sister Jillian lowered her head slightly and said respectfully.

Yorks glanced at the nun behind the old nun who also lowered her head and said calmly.

"It appears you have orders from the Cathedral of West Virginia."

Sister Jillian replied respectfully without raising her head.

"Yes, Lord Bishop York, we will assist you in your actions."

"Haha." Yorkshire smiled.

"In that case, tell me all the truth about Silent Hill first."

Speaking of this, Yorks paused for a moment, and then said calmly before the old nun could answer.

"Sister Jillian, you should know what I mean. I'm here for this child's sake."

Sister Jillian was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, please come with me."

As she spoke, she raised her head, changed her position, and reached out to point in a certain direction.

Yorkshire stepped forward.

Seeing this, Rose quickly led little Sharon, who was just looking at the old nun out of curiosity, to follow him.

Under the guidance, the group finally came to an empty church.

On the way, little Sharon would always look at Sister Gillian who was in charge of guiding.

Because I don’t know why, little Sharon always feels that this kind old woman is really familiar, and she doesn’t know where she has seen her before.

Her strange behavior was obviously noticed by Rose, who had been observing her, so much so that Rose looked at Sister Gillian and frowned subconsciously.

Unfortunately, no matter what she thought, she could only think of one thing, that is, when little Sharon still had memories, she was sent to the Wall Orphanage by the old nun, and was finally adopted by her and Chris.

Thinking of this, Ross subconsciously looked at the priest in front of him and felt a little weird.

Why is it that he is clearly just a priest, but in the words of this old nun, he becomes a bishop?

This change made her somewhat unexpected.

Fortunately, she had a certain familiarity with Father York, so she would not express her doubts on such occasions.

"Ms. Ross, please sit here and wait for me." Yorks said at this time.

The more Ross and others know about this incredible thing, the worse it becomes.

Because they are still ordinary people after all. In a peaceful society, without encountering supernatural beings, their three views are basically fixed, so it is better to stay away from extraordinary things, otherwise it will have a great impact on their lives.

Rose was startled and looked at the priest who stopped.

Yorks nodded.

Realizing that the priest was unquestionable, Rose could only take a deep breath, glanced secretly at the silent old nun, and then led the confused little Sharon, who was still holding a big lollipop in her hand, towards the row on the right. Walk away.

Seeing this, Yorks continued to walk forward, and Sister Gillian followed silently.

The two of them stopped in the large open space under the high platform, facing each other in the light shed by the statue of Jesus.

Blocking everything around him and creating a space where the sound could not escape, Yorks looked at the silent old nun and said calmly.

"Sister Jillian, can you speak now?"

Sister Gillian glanced at Little Sharon who was chatting with Rose in the distance, and sighed.

"My Lord Bishop York, how far have you come?"

Yorks didn't say anything, he just took out a few pieces of drawing paper from his arms and handed them over.

Sister Jillian was startled and took it easily.

As a result, the painting that appeared on the first piece of drawing paper made her hands tremble.

The first piece of paper showed a group of people surrounding a statue of a girl, worshiping it, and there were many animal carcasses underneath.

This is her ancestor.

Sister Jillian endured the outburst of emotions in her heart and continued to turn over the next page with shaking hands.

The second piece of paper showed a ruins burning with flames. On top of the ruins, a group of people with dark yellow skin fell in a pool of blood. In front of the group of people lying in a pool of blood, there was a group of white-skinned people with hands. There was also a red gun in his hand.

What made Sister Gillian's eyes turn red was that behind the person with dark yellow skin lying in a pool of blood was a statue shedding tears.

This is her ancestor protecting the statue, never retreating, never running away.

In silence, Sister Gillian reluctantly turned over the third drawing paper.

The third drawing paper depicts a prosperous town with darkness underneath. In it a group of white-skinned, crazy people are doing research.

This is the second picture of the descendants of the man who killed the natives discovering the truth about Silent Hill and its magical powers.

When Sister Gillian saw this, she already knew that the bishop in front of her probably knew everything, so she continued to open the fourth one.

The fourth picture shows a group of white-skinned people who have researched something and forced the mysterious power of Silent Hill into the body of a dark-yellow-skinned, pregnant woman. Judging from the color distribution, only a small part of it was put into it. The power of whiteness.

The greater part that was rejected was all twisted darkness.

The fifth picture shows a woman with dark yellow skin giving birth to a baby girl. There are black hands next to the baby girl.

The sixth picture shows a baby girl who has grown up, but is framed as a witch.

One after another, Sister Gillian finally stopped, looked up at the young bishop in front of her who was just looking at the statue of Jesus quietly, and said in a solemn voice.

"Mr. Bishop York, it turns out you already know everything."

Yorks looked at the statue of Jesus, not at the old nun, and said calmly.

“I know a little bit, but what I don’t understand is, what do your aboriginal gods want me to do?

And what role do you, the descendants of the aboriginal people living in Lost Town, play?

What happened in that fire?

It’s because of these three questions that I came to Monrey Abbey. "

After saying these words, Sister Jillian gritted her teeth and knelt down suddenly without any hesitation.

But she found that her knees were being held up by an invisible force, and she couldn't kneel down no matter how hard she tried.

"Just answer me, don't make the situation so embarrassing." Yorks gestured to the Roses and their daughters who were sitting on the benches in the farthest row.

Sister Gillian also glanced at Rose who was looking over here, took a deep breath, and then prayed seriously.

"Mr. Bishop York, please help us, please help Ms. Alessa."

Looking at the old nun with a pleading look on his face, Yorks felt that his lifespan might have been shortened a little. He was about to say something, but the ever-present three-dimensional image made him see a group of people heading towards the monastery.

Thomas, some residents who seemed to be very wealthy, and a priest who was about forty or fifty years old wearing a priest's robe, and monks wearing a monk's robe.

Sixteen people in total.

"These people are probably all the real core of Lost Town." Yorks thought to himself.

Then he looked at the old nun praying in front of him and sighed.

"Tell me everything first, and then I can decide whether to help you. After all, I am here for little Sharon's matter, since she is related to you."

Sister Gillian noticed the loosening of the tone of the young bishop in front of her, and felt happy.

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"Hey, how was the discussion inside?"

Thomas, who was wearing a police uniform, looked at the closed room and couldn't help but sigh.

Then he began to pace back and forth a little restlessly.

"Thomas, please, can you stop moving?"

Maybe Thomas walked away countless times and caused public outrage.

A middle-aged man couldn't help but speak.

"With Sister Gillian and Father Clifton inside, we can finally know the outcome."

"That's what I said, but I can't help it." Thomas scratched his face and looked at the closed door with some sadness.

"You must know that this may be our last chance, or it may even be the opportunity created by Lady Alessa for us."

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"That's it." Yorks stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery outside with emotion.

"I know the thing."

Behind him, a dying nun, who may have been over a hundred years old, had tears all over her face, and even the eyes of an old priest in his forties or fifties were a little red.