American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

In a supernatural incident, if the person concerned is not dead, it is relatively simple to trace the cause, and there may even be the possibility of triggering a random mission.

But French Lenchi happened to be dead, and York could only go to a certain place according to the original plan, and while visiting his friends, he gave away the spiritual powder he got by chance.

Soon, Yorks arrived at his target, a 24-hour convenience store whose address was still Stamford.

After taking a look at the seemingly empty convenience store because there was no one around, Yorks parked the car in an empty space, picked up his phone and clicked to stop playing the recording.

At this time, it was unusually quiet in the back seat.

"The effect of a three-point spiritual enchantment can only last three hours?"

Yorks glanced back at the back seat, ignored the Annabelle doll, the carrier medium of evil spirits, and took the Bluetooth speaker back.

After about three hours of playback, Yorkes could no longer sense the presence of divine energy on this Bluetooth speaker.

"With this form of consumption, one point of mental power is equal to the effect of one hour?"

After receiving the results of such an experiment, Yorks looked at the Annabell doll with a more kind look.

"Take good care of me, I will rely on you from now on."

Satisfied, Yorks picked up the backpack on the passenger seat, said this to the empty back seat, and got out of the car.

[1:29]

Like a traveler, York put a backpack larger than a mountaineering backpack on his shoulders and entered this 24-hour convenience store.

It is no different from a convenience store in terms of perception. The front is filled with a variety of products, and next to it is the cashier. Standing there is a dark-skinned middle-aged man. When he saw Yorkes, he bowed his head to show respect.

"Father York, you haven't been here for a long time."

"Um."

Yorks responded casually, lifted the backpack that was like an ordinary satchel on his shoulders, and walked towards the deep wall.

"Todd, open the door for me."

"OK!"

The cashier named Todd responded while pressing the Y key on the keyboard under the computer with his right hand.

When Yorkist just walked in front of the wall, the white wall creaked and split into a space the size of a small door, revealing the elevator inside.

This scene, which seems strange to ordinary people, is a normal situation in the eyes of Yorkist. Everything in front of him is a way to prevent ordinary people from entering by mistake.

As Rowling said before, ordinary people have their own world, and people who are different from ordinary people naturally have their own world.

Yorks stepped in, the small door immediately closed automatically, and the elevator automatically ran to take him to his destination.

Six seconds later.

When the door in front of him opened automatically, what appeared in York's eyes was a corridor filled with red light. The decoration of the corridor was inclined to the layout of a bar, and the music inside could be vaguely heard.

Thinking of a certain guy's hobby, Yorks shook his head, walked out of the elevator and walked into the corridor. The deeper he walked, the louder the music became.

rock, country...

Listening to the music and reaching the end, everything suddenly became clear.

Stopping at the entrance of the corridor, Yorks held his backpack and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The top is a convenience store, and the bottom is a layout similar to a beer bar. Everything that a boutique beer bar should have is here.

The long and narrow bar is filled with shelves of various wine bottles, and booths composed of sofas are scattered in twos and twos.

At a glance, there are really guests in every booth. They are either playing cards, drinking wine, sitting quietly listening to music, or communicating.

There are both men and women, but this guest may not necessarily be a real human being.

Smelling the vague smell of lava, Yorks walked down the steps with a calm expression, carrying a backpack that became extremely small under his body.

Rock music was playing, and the tall priest had already attracted everyone's attention.

When Yorkist walked all the way, a synchronized rhythm appeared in the whole place, that is, everyone stopped what they were doing.

However, except for some people who were not familiar with the situation, these people changed their gaze after just one encounter.

Curiosity, surprise, fear, stiffness, these eyes can all find corresponding expressions at this moment...

For a time, the atmosphere of fun changed.

Yorkshire doesn't care either,

In addition to exorcists with special abilities and relatively unsophisticated techniques, most of the guests here are basically humans transformed by demons who were accidentally summoned and registered.

To put it bluntly, many of them are acquaintances who have been punished by him. The devils who are still here today are basically the devils who have been trained by the church or who just want to enjoy the world.

Compared with the demons that were eliminated, these demons who keep their peace and work hard like humans are actually the winners in life.

Thinking of this, Yorks strode past, opened the door and entered another area.

Behind him, the sounds of relief rose and fell.

Click!

The environment in front of me has changed again. The layout here is the same as the convenience store above, with rows of shelves.

The only difference is that the ones above are real commodities, while here are a lot of books, bottles and jars, and some strange specimens soaked in formalin.

Looking past the shelves, York's eyes stopped on the front desk. A cool old man wearing reading glasses and a cold face had a pipe in his mouth, leaning over the microscope and studying something.

Seeing this, Yorks walked towards the front desk and shouted a reminder.

"Father Mike, what new things are you studying?"

When the voice fell, the old man who was studying something on the front desk subconsciously stopped what he was doing. He took off his reading glasses and looked up. Before he saw anyone, the voice came out of his mouth first, with a somewhat doubtful tone.

"Yorks?"

Seeing the old man's expression gradually changing from doubt to surprise, Yorks stopped in front of the front desk, put his backpack on the wide countertop, took a look at the piece of meat under the microscope and smiled.

"Are you surprised that I came over?"

"Well, I'm a little surprised indeed."

After confirming who the visitor was, the old man put his reading glasses on the table with an obviously happy expression on his face, so much so that the lines between his eyebrows became wrinkled.

"Why are you here free?"

"I exorcised an evil spirit, so it's easier, so I came to see you." Yorks answered truthfully, took out the wrapped Franklin banknotes from his backpack, and handed it over.

"Well, I also got some spiritual powder."

"Spirit powder?"

As soon as he said these words, Old Mike's white eyebrows raised slightly. He took the crumpled banknotes in front of him, held the pipe in his left hand, and opened it with his right hand to take a look at the powder inside.

"Healy is in short supply of this stuff lately."

After confirming that it was correct, Old Mike put it away, pointed at Yorks with the pipe and smiled.

"However, I know that if there is nothing wrong with this guy, he may not leave your nest."

"You still understand me."

With a smile on his face, Yorks looked at the old man in front of him, and memories emerged in his mind. Although the old man in front of him had retired, he was once at least a bishop-level figure.