American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Getting stronger is pleasurable.

The feeling that every cell in his body was beating with pride made Yorks mentally a little dazed.

He is obsessed with random tasks and the rewards. It is hard to say that he is not doing it for this enjoyment.

It's like those fitness fanatics who go to the gym every day. It's hard to say that it's not for the aftertaste after the workout.

As they say, fitness is addictive, and he added a little to make it addictive.

a long time.

The candlelight on both sides wavered.

The night became darker.

I don't know how long it took, but Yorks, who was sitting on the bench in front, trembled all over again, and he was instantly separated from the trance-inducing pleasure.

"what time is it……"

Looking at the statue of Jesus that had always been there, Yorks subconsciously took out his cell phone.

【20：53】

Yorks shook his head and felt that time passed a little too fast. From the moment he added the time, two hours had passed unknowingly.

The important thing is that at such a late hour, except for believers who really need to repent or need help, the guests who come are usually not normal people or have no good intentions. Therefore, when no one is around, he will always choose to get off work if it is not necessary.

Picking up the Bible beside him, Yorks prepared to stand up.

Perhaps because he prayed every day, God finally sighed once. Before he could get up, a sound of footsteps rang in his ears.

The improvement of all-round physical fitness made his five senses extremely sensitive at this time.

"Two people? Adults?"

Through the sound of footsteps in his ears, a three-dimensional picture appeared in Yorks' mind. Two people were walking in the square outside, heading towards the main building, getting closer and closer until they reached the door.

Yorks shook his head again, shaking off the three-dimensional diagram in his mind, and looked at the door.

"..."

"Father York, are you there?" The voice spoke first before anyone appeared.

This familiar voice reminded Yorks of a police officer he knew, the police officer he met in the Tem community.

"Beck? Did you check it so quickly?"

Yorks raised his eyebrows, but he was not panicked, or even disturbed at all, because he was not worried about whether he would be caught.

He is not an ordinary person, but a real priest who is respected by several communities, and even the bishop who appointed him is the current pope. In other words, unless he withdraws from the church, without sufficient evidence, these law enforcement officials will The personnel would not touch him at all.

"Father Yorks!"

Along with the shouting, two people appeared at the door, one with a big belly and the other with a lean build. Both of them were wearing casual clothes.

Yorks looked at the potbellied man first and said warmly.

"Officer Baker. Is there anything I can help you with at this late hour?"

……………………………………………

The hall was still lit only by candlelight, and the originally quiet atmosphere was broken by a small voice.

"Father Yorks, do you think there are really demons in this world?"

The pot-bellied Officer Baker sat next to York. He glanced at his colleague who was sitting on another bench with his eyes closed and his fists clasped in prayer. His expression was a bit unspeakable.

Yorks thought about it seriously and realized that there were indeed demons in this parallel world, not just demons, but even vampires, but he couldn't let atheistic people who had never encountered them believe in the fact that demons existed.

"If you believe it, you have it; if you don't believe it, you don't have it."

Hearing this, Officer Baker looked away from his colleague.

"I don't believe it, but my colleague is convinced."

As he spoke, Officer Baker had a characteristically American puzzled expression on his face and continued.

"Do you know, Father? It's because he listened to the stories his mother told him when he was a child. Well, it's that kind of children's story. What's incredible is that he still believes it until now."

Yorks, who had no idea what kind of medicine these two police officers were selling, and who had been accompanying him until now, took a special look at the other police officer who was praying seriously.

"What little story?"

"Well... let me think about it." Officer Baker carefully recalled it and then said.

"He said that there is a demon wandering in the world that can incarnate into a human being. That demon likes to punish sinners. Before the sinner's soul is taken away, he will gather some specially selected sinners in one place, and then torture them with cruel methods. them……"

Having said this, Officer Baker spread his hands and waved his fingers next to his temples, his characteristic American expression appearing again.

"Tell me, if you believe this little story, is there really something wrong with this guy's brain?"

Yorks did not answer, but he remembered this story in his mind. If there is such a demon that is active in the human world and plays a role of judgment, then this demon is really not simple and very powerful. You must know that walking in the human world is equivalent to being under the eyes of God. Walk, if God really exists.

"Amen."

"Hey, Father!" Officer Baker continued to ask when he saw Yorkist didn't answer and just made the sign of the cross.

"You must think I'm right, right?"

However, the moment he finished speaking, a hand patted his shoulder.

"Let's go, dear Officer Baker, who thinks there is something wrong with my brain, a new case has happened..."

After saying that, the prayer was finished, the lean police officer nodded to Yorkes and strode towards the door.

Officer Baker was startled. He looked at his colleague who had walked a few meters away, looking a little embarrassed. Who told him to say bad things behind his back and was discovered by the person involved?

"Father, thank you for your reception. Let's go now and come back next time."

Officer Baker said, picked up the coat next to him and stood up and walked out of the bench, but before taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned back and shrugged at Yorks, and said in a relaxed tone.

"Father, you haven't been to the Tem community recently, right?"

Yorks shook his head and answered in a calm voice.

"No."

"Oh, then I'm relieved." Officer Baker smiled and continued as if to remind him. "The community of Temu has been unsafe recently. There were several gun battles the day before yesterday. Good guy, a mysterious man suddenly appeared and shot all the important members of the Vance gang to death in just one day..."

As he spoke, Officer Baker paused, stared at the priest in front of him, and continued.

"Father, do you think this mysterious man is playing a game of justice?"

Yorkes remained calm and crossed himself. "This question is a bit over the top, Officer Baker. I'm just an ordinary priest, not a professional crime analyst."

"Oh, yes, look at my brain." Officer Baker slapped his head fiercely, as if he realized it in hindsight.

"Excuse me, Father Yorks."

Yorks said calmly.

"fine."

Hearing this, Officer Baker looked at the priest in front of him seriously and nodded deeply, then grabbed his coat with one hand and left the place, disappearing from sight soon after.

In the empty hall, only York was once again left sitting on a bench.

"Are these two fishing?"

Yorks responded to the entire process and confirmed that nothing was missing. He smiled nonchalantly, stood up with his Bible and walked towards the donation box under the statue of Jesus, preparing to count the money in it and get off work.