American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The specific manifestations of demonic possession are generally very obvious and manifest themselves in several ways.

The first is the change in voice and intonation. People possessed by demons generally make deep and low voices, with an aura of terror and evil, similar to the roar of beasts, hoarse and cold, full of malice and ridicule. .

Furthermore, the personality will undergo drastic changes, and the person may display extreme violent impulses, destroying and attacking people and objects around him.

Going one step further is the second stage.

This second stage may involve the manifestation of demonic power, which is manifested in the sudden abnormal twisting and spasming of the body, and the uncontrollable contraction and twisting of muscles.

This change makes the protagonist's movements stiff and uncoordinated, giving people an unnatural and scary feeling.

The most horrifying thing is that the host can show an inhuman scene and turn into a gecko hanging on the wall.

This is the origin of various joint techniques in movies and television.

When this step is reached, the host's life is already in danger to a certain extent.

"..."

Through the old man's narration, Yorks also breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the old man is religious and has accumulated enough knowledge, he has some knowledge about demons in his own knowledge reserve.

So when this demon just entered the first stage, it was decisively controlled by the old man and his family and lived in the room. When they learned that he was here, they immediately came over.

The whole process is very clear.

This is probably the reason why every family has a treasure like an old man. Yorks subconsciously glanced at the old man next to him and found that the old man was still anxious and frightened, so he comforted him out of habit.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wilbur, now is not the most dangerous time."

The underlying meaning is peace of mind and resolution.

The old man's expression softened momentarily, but his voice was still trembling.

"God bless."

Seeing this, Yorkist glanced at Robert, who was in charge of carrying the bag, and saw hesitation and confusion on his face, but no fear. He looked completely ignorant and fearless...

"Amen."

Looking back, Yorks crossed himself on his chest, opened the door and walked in.

The layout inside the house also comes into view.

The living room on the right, the kitchen on the left, the stairs going upstairs in the middle, and the path on the side leading directly to the backyard.

The layout was no different from other houses, but Yorks could feel the evil atmosphere in it. Then he raised his head, but his eyes hesitated.

"Although but...why do you feel that there is a familiar smell?"

Robert, who followed, looked around and saw the priest suddenly stopping in front of the stairs. He grabbed the cross on his chest and became nervous.

"Father York, what's the problem?"

These words also made the old man Wilbur start to feel uneasy again, and his cloudy eyes stared at the priest in front of him.

"without."

Yorks shook his head and continued to go up the stairs. Every time he stepped on a step, his eyes gradually changed from hesitation to surprise, and finally he looked towards the deep room.

The roars inside can already be heard here, and the hoarseness is like a knife and makes people's scalp numb.

"Uhhhhhhh!!"

Just a roar can make ordinary people instinctively feel a sense of evil, and even affect the atmosphere around the room.

It's cold and dark, and the light refracted in seems to be swallowed up.

This is an indescribable feeling, just like if you know that the person in front of you is a murderer, you will naturally react accordingly. It has nothing to do with your courage.

Robert, who was in fine condition originally, shrank down and became even smaller for a man of about 1.8 meters.

As the person involved, the old man Wilbur could still hold it in, he said nervously.

"Father..."

"It's okay, Mr. Wilbur."

Yorks comforted the old man again, and then took the backpack from Robert's hand.

"Robert, wait for me here."

Robert was startled, thinking that the priest misunderstood that he was afraid, "Father York, actually I can go in..."

As soon as he said this, he was interrupted by York.

"No, that's enough here, Robert."

Robert could only stand there for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Yorks ignored him and walked slowly towards the house with his backpack in one hand. The limit he could let Robert, who wanted to help, carry his backpack so far.

His rules for exorcism are that only family members can accompany him, otherwise it is one-on-one.

As if he could feel the young man's loss, the old man Wilbur patted Robert on the shoulder.

"Child, the priest is doing it for your own good. Facing the devil is not as simple as you think..."

Robert pursed his lips and nodded.

"I see."

Hearing this, the old man Wilbur forced a smile and followed the footsteps of the priest without staying any longer.

"Roar!!"

"..."

When I walked to the door, I felt more intuitive. The roar echoed in my mind, and the erosion of darkness deepened.

To prevent the old man's spirit from being invaded by demons, Yorks silently used up some magic power to clear away the dark air lingering around the old man.

[A little magic has been used]

When the magic appeared, there was a reaction inside: "! Damn it! I smell something!"

"Uh ah ah..."

After doing this, Yorks ignored the roar inside and turned the handle and opened the door.

As the door opened, everything in the room came into view.

An ordinary room with routine operations. A tied-up middle-aged woman was lying on the bed, tossing and rolling back and forth.

His face was dark, as if he had not slept for several days and was filled with stains left by oil and water. His eyes had changed. This was the devil preparing to enter the second stage.

She faced the door, staring at the Yorkist and the old man who appeared at the door, with her mouth full of drool open and screaming.

"Roar!!! Damn lackey!!"

York's expression was indifferent, looking at the victim in front of him, but there were memories and emotions in his eyes.

"No, you know that I am not a lackey, but the Lord's spokesman."

As if to prove that Yorkist's expression was normal, the middle-aged woman who was still yelling suddenly stopped at this moment.

As if a stop button had been pressed, the whole room returned to calm.

She tilted her head, and her pupils that had begun to change stared at the indifferent priest. She seemed to be confirming in confusion, and the next second her pupils gradually increased in a humane manner.

"Chet!! Damn it! Is this your territory too?"

This clear and familiar tone and strange words made the old man Wilbur, who had been shrinking his body, stunned. He subconsciously glanced at his daughter on the bed who made him feel strange and frightened.

With just such a glance, the old man suddenly found that his daughter, who had a ferocious face, had somehow regained his composure, and instead showed a very strange and resentful look.

"what's the situation?"

The old man stared blankly at the priest next to him who had an indifferent expression.

As if he could sense the old man's gaze, Yorks smiled and did not explain. He just pulled the stool on the desk next to him, placed it beside the bed, and then sat down. The backpack he had been carrying was also placed at his feet.

Done in one go.

After completing this step, Mr. York looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him and smiled gently.

"The entire state of New York is within my scope of responsibility, which means this is also the case."

"Chet! Damn it!"

The words sounded like a man but also like a beast. The middle-aged woman seemed speechless. She shrugged her shoulders and stretched out her hands. Her gray eyes stared at York Shidou who was sitting beside the bed.

"It took a lot of effort for me to get up here!"

This conversation was very weird, and it took the originally scary atmosphere in a strange direction. The old man Wilbur huddled at the door even showed a confused expression...

Because of a happy event, I was too drunk and drank four glasses of wine.

My face is red and my head is dizzy, so there is only one chapter today.

Feel sorry……

But don’t worry, the author has already bought the coffee, and it will be available on the shelves soon!

Let's see if I can write three chapters tomorrow to make up for it.