American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Click, click, click!

Yorks, who once again experienced the baptism of many eyes in the hall, watched the elevator door in front of him crack open and stepped out.

"Father Yorks!"

Todd, the black man who had been standing by the cashier, bowed his head and saluted.

Yorks also nodded, glanced at the products on the shelf, picked up some bread, walked over, put it on the cashier and asked casually.

"Todd, what's going on lately?"

Under the illumination of incandescent lights, Todd, whose skin looked darker, thought for a while while tacitly scanning the codes of the bread with a code scanner.

"Father Yorks, there are more and more new faces."

"Oh, is that so?" York's face was calm, but he couldn't help but think of the news that Satan was looking for him. Compared with before, the frequency of supernatural events was indeed getting higher and higher.

"Yes," Todd, the black man, said in a neither humble nor condescending manner, holding a bag filled with all the bread and passing it over.

"A total of one, Father Yorks."

"Yeah." Yorks nodded and took it, casually took out a 50-dollar note, put it on the cashier, and strode out of the convenience store.

"No need to look for it, Todd, the rest is all your hard work."

Todd silently picked up the banknotes, looked at the tall and strong figure who had already gone out, and still bowed his head in salute.

"Thank you! Father York, please walk slowly!"

Yorks waved his hand, found his Ford Raptor, opened the door, threw his backpack into the passenger seat, and sat in.

boom!

The car door closed. Even though he didn't feel tired, Yorks couldn't help but rub his face, picked up a piece of bread and ate it.

"Start the review..."

While mumbling to himself, Yorks took the opportunity to carefully recall all the information and summarize his next plan.

This is a disease brought about by his previous life. As a doctor, he always habitually reviews and summarizes previous work experience or clinical experience to improve his abilities. This is a habit that he automatically developed after he got involved.

"If it was caused by the French contact in a foreign place, then the power he can currently use should not be that strong.

Otherwise, the unknown nature of Rowling's body would not only be like this.

But according to this rhythm, as time passes, the power He can use will also increase."

Yorks slowly tore open a corner of bread and put it into his mouth to chew. Combined with the incident involving Ronnie Defoe, he always felt that with the high level of attention this demon paid to Rowling, he might make some small moves in the near future.

Yorks kept thinking in his mind until he finished eating, and he only concluded two things.

Waiting for news from old Mike and Rowling.

Putting the bread wrapper into the slot next to him, Yorks looked back at the quiet back seat, started the car, stepped on the accelerator with a familiarity in shifting gears, and drove the Ford Raptor away from the place, heading straight for New York.

Anyway, he has decided on this matter, not only to become stronger for the mission rewards, but also to have some pursuits in life...

Stamford Stamford is a city in southwestern Connecticut in the United States. It is not far from New York itself, only about 58 kilometers, so Yorkes did not travel long and returned to his home in about forty minutes.

Yorks moved all the carrier media he received from Ed to an underground warehouse.

Suddenly, everything was filled with arms, and the basement warehouse of exorcism tools was hard to find anything resembling a collectible. Although evil spirits were sealed inside,

After wrapping the rope full of crosses around these carrier media, Yorks stopped what he was doing and looked at the motionless and quiet Annabell doll, with a smile on his face.

His basement warehouse is not as simple as Ed's room. Next to the glass cabinet is a large shelf of crosses he has accumulated. The strong sacred energy lingering in it is enough to suppress the thoughts of these evil spirits.

"So you just stay here and treat this place as your home. I don't mind either."

Sensing the extremely weak evil spirits inside, Yorks patted the glass cabinet, turned off the light, and returned above to prepare for sleep.

Before going to bed, Yorks did not forget to register the results of today's experiment. The consumption in the form of recording and the effect of a little mental power can last for an hour. At the same time, he did not forget to add the 0.5 attribute points he got today to the attribute of health.

[Health value increased from 124 to 124.5]

[…]

A night of silence.

During the day, Yorkie woke up refreshed,

In fact, even if he doesn't sleep, he is still in the best state, but he feels that sleeping is the step that best allows him to feel the passage and changes of time.

[10:21]

After packing up everything, we started heading to the church. Although Pluto Church had Robert as a staff member, there was actually no change overall.

Those who came and went were all believers they knew, those who listened were all trivial matters, and those who comforted were all the children who kept talking. Unfortunately, the random mission was not triggered...

Of course, it is not without changes. After all, the gentle waves stirred up by a butterfly can form a tornado far away.

So far, there are only two most obvious changes on the first day.

The first point is that these little brats who are making noise in the yard in front of him, the daughters of Robert's family, have brought a new world to his already inhuman ears. It is really noisy.

But he was also unknowingly infected by the energy of these little kids, and there was a smile on his face from time to time.

The second point is the lunch in front of me, which Robert's wife Beth specially sent today.

Looking at the attractively colored lunch with both meat and vegetables in his hand, Yorks raised his head and then looked at the Robert family gathered over there to eat.

Amidst the laughter, Yorks couldn't help but think of Robert's previous situation, and it was he who saved the family.

"This feels pretty good..." York's lips curled up, and he immediately began to taste it.

Fortunately, it tastes pretty good and suits his taste.

Time passed, and when he was halfway through eating, his cell phone suddenly rang. Yorkes seemed to be moved and stopped and took out his cell phone.

"Ed? Moving so fast?"

Thinking of the previous speculation, Yorks' mind flashed and he answered the call.

Sure enough, Ed's first sentence was about nuns, but it was not Rowling, but himself. Like Rowling, he also dreamed of nuns, which was even worse than Rowling's vague impression. And, very clear and lingering.

"Father Yorks! I drew him. Do you want to see it?"

Listening to the voice coming from the mobile phone, Yorks glanced at the Robert family, got up and walked into the main building with the tableware.

"Well, send it to me for a look."

"Okay, Father Yorks."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, he sat down at his usual seat. After a while, Yorkshire received the painting taken by Ed.

The typical image and clothing of a nun. Her skin is all pale, like a dead person who has been drowned in a pond and soaked for several days. Her eyes and lips are completely black. There is a strong sense of evil in the whole body, rushing towards her.

Finally knowing the image of the nun, York's heart fluctuated for the first time.

"Looks like a ruthless character."

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