American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"right here."

When York was able to ensure the safety of her daughter, Peggy was quickly brought to a room. She took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions and looked at the people who were following her.

"Only the priest can go in alone. I don't want too many people to disturb my poor daughter."

Hearing this, Yorks looked at Ed and others behind him, "You guys start setting up the scene first."

Ed understood the meaning, "Okay, Father York." After saying that, he took Morris and Drew downstairs.

Not long after, the sounds of their busy work could be heard downstairs.

"Drew, go and move all the equipment over. Be careful and don't disturb Rowling. She hasn't slept so peacefully in a long time."

"I understand, Mr. Ed."

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Yorks looked away and looked at Peggy.

Peggy pursed her lips, silently turned the doorknob, and opened the door.

As the door opened, the first thing that came into view was a scene that made Yorks feel very uncomfortable.

It was a dark, small room with only four walls and nothing. However, these four walls were covered with useless crosses of all types.

Looking into the depths of the room, there was only a bed and a little twelve-year-old girl sitting on the bed.

She turned her back to the door and faced the window that had been closed. Even though the door had caused a commotion, she did not turn around and just sat alone.

These crosses are like a cage surrounding her, and the overall image is like a bird that has always been free, trapped in a cage.

"Janet," Peggy said distressedly, "the priest from the church is here to see you."

However, Peggy didn't wait for an answer. The Janet she mentioned was just sitting on the bed, her shoulders just moved, and she didn't even turn around. The thin figure had no energy at all.

Peggy turned to look at Yorks and subconsciously explained, "Father Yorks, she may be a little tired..."

"Yeah, it's okay." Yorks took a step forward and walked into the room, grabbed the edge of the door, and turned to face Peggy.

"Ms. Peggy, can I talk to Janet myself for a moment?"

Peggy looked at her daughter, who was sitting alone on the edge of the bed, looking hesitant.

"this……"

"I'm just going to talk for a while," Yorks soothed, "I think maybe I can get Janet back to her old days."

"Okay, okay." Peggy glanced inside the room again and retracted her hand hesitantly.

"Thank you." Yorkshire smiled gently and closed the door.

With a click, the room became darker again, and the darkness became inexplicably more depressing, hiding great terror.

Yorks turned around, glanced at the crosses on the four walls with a nonchalant expression, and then walked slowly towards Janet.

"Son, can I sit next to you?"

Yorks stopped and looked at the protagonist Janet beside the bed.

A girl who should have looked lively and cute has now turned into a depressed person with no expression on her face, just like the depressed patients he had seen in the hospital in his previous life.

Janet didn't answer, her eyes didn't even waver, she just stared at the window.

"Okay, since you don't speak, I'll assume you agree."

Yorks said, automatically sitting down next to Janet, and facing the window that had been sealed with wooden frames together with her.

The sunlight shines in through the small cracks in the wooden frame. Although it is small, if you look carefully, it can pierce your eyes.

"Child, you know, I actually know that you are different. You are born to see other things, and you can also see things that others cannot see."

As he spoke, Yorks didn't hear Janet's answer, but he didn't care and continued talking while staring at the sunlight in the small crack.

"Actually, I can see it just like you, so I know how you feel and how helpless you feel when others don't believe you.

Children, we are actually all the same people, I feel the same way. "

As if recalling the memories of this life, Yorks smiled nostalgically and continued to speak softly.

"Back then, there was a shining person who helped me, so do you need help? My child, I think you can try to believe me, believe that I can really help you..."

After the words fell, Yorks didn't say a word anymore. He just waited quietly and looked at the window with Janet. He believed that Janet would speak.

The whole room was silent for a long time, and finally a small and cautious inquiry sounded.

"Father, can you really see?"

Yorks looked down at Janet next to him, staring into her eyes that revealed a hint of expectation, and smiled gently.

"Of course, it's because I can see that I'm here to help you."

Janet looked up, her childish face finally changed, but then she immediately lowered her head, as if she was standing on the borderline and just stepped out, then quickly retracted.

Yorks showed pity on his face and looked around at the crosses hanging on the four walls and the evil haze wandering around. What made people feel depressed was the performance of the haze itself, and it also represented that this room was A place frequented by something evil.

"Child, since you don't want to talk, can I ask you some questions?"

Janet said nothing again, and Yorkes continued to ask.

"Do you think these crosses are useful?"

"No." Janet lowered her head, her voice trembling.

"It still comes every night."

"It?" Yorks raised his eyebrows. He noticed the difference in this word. To be more serious, he felt that it might not only refer to the Bill Wilkins.

"Point to it?"

However, Janet, the little girl, silenced her voice again.

Despite this, Yorks is still very patient in his heart.

He knew that Janet, who was only twelve years old and had a psychic constitution, was experiencing dire straits and fear.

The only thing he can do is to make the other party believe in his ability and believe that he can really help.

"Child, do you believe in light?" Yorkes looked at Janet who still didn't answer, just lowered her head and looked at the floor.

"Do you believe it or not? You might as well look up and take a look? Trust me, you will see something different and incredible."

York's tone at this time was like coaxing a real child, but fortunately it was effective.

Janet seemed to have made enough mental preparations, and she raised her head cautiously, and then she just stayed there, with flowers reflected in her eyes.

Seeing Janet's dull and wide-eyed look, and the fact that the spell he had just silently recited in his heart had just subsided, Yorks smiled and looked at his open palms.

"Child, am I right?"

Through Exorcio, a system-like converter, a white flower composed of magic appeared on his palm, blooming with its dangerous light.

[A little magic has been used]

Yorks squinted his eyes and smiled. His guess was indeed correct. This young girl's talent was indeed not very strong. It was so strong that he could see the magic power transformed from his spell.

"So, do you want to see something more incredible?"