American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The surface is unremarkable and unpretentious, but the inside shows its connotation, and the luxury car starts slowly.

When I came here, I was just one person, and when I came back, I was one more person.

The first time I deployed a deacon nun, Yorks found it a bit interesting.

Sister Irene was like a blank piece of paper, allowing him to apply various colors on it. I wonder if this was done intentionally by the old man.

He was undoubtedly very satisfied with Eileen.

Yorks leaned back, changed his posture comfortably, and began to process the 0.5 attribute he got today.

Without any hesitation, continue to apply it to the spirit to ensure that it can keep up with the pace of magic.

[Add points successfully]

[Spirit 131 increased to 131.5]

After hearing the prompt, Yorks closed his eyes and rested his mind. Although the feeling of 0.5 points was very small, it was not nothing.

"Eileen, tell me when you get there."

Erin secretly glanced at the priest next to her.

"Okay, Father."

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New York.

Church of Pluto.

It is simple and unpretentious, and even when the priest is away, there are always some believers coming and going in an endless stream.

When someone leaves, someone will take up the position.

The first employee, Robert, wiped the floor-to-ceiling windows next to the wall with a towel while looking at the believers scattered on the benches. He felt proud and somewhat satisfied.

He had been at work for several days, and he finally knew some things and got to know some of the believers who often came here.

Through conversations, he discovered that most of the believers had some connection with Father York.

For example, Ms. Moissan heard that her daughter Sarah was once invaded by the devil, but Father Yorks personally rescued her.

This made Ms. Mosang very grateful. As far as he saw with his own eyes, the money that Ms. Mosang put into the donation box was already quite a lot.

There were also some believers who seemed to have just arrived. Although these believers did not seem to want to explain, Robert was still keenly aware that these believers, who were dressed in decent clothes and looked brand new and tall, also had a look on their faces when they talked about Father York. A look of gratitude.

Although he didn't stay as long as the old believers, his dedication was greater than anyone else's.

"I'm afraid it's like Ms. Mosan, Father York has done some good things again." Robert put a smile on his face.

As a person who had been saved by Father York, he most liked to listen to Father York's stories and see other people's gratitude to Father York.

No reason, because it made him happy for the priest and made him feel happy...

"Goodbye, Robert." A voice sounded in his ear.

Robert quickly stopped wiping and looked in the direction of the sound source.

An old man carrying a handbag was standing there smiling at him.

This is an old believer who often comes to pray. She can sit there for a long time in a day. She often complains to him that Father Yorks doesn't do mass and other activities that she likes. Forget it, he always disappears and can't be found.

This made him not sure how to answer, but during the conversation, Ms. Aisha still recognized Father York. In her words, Father York was a priest she could trust.

"Goodbye, Ms. Eshara." Robert smiled.

The old man smiled and slowly left the church with his handbag in hand.

After watching, Robert resumed the wiping action, and it was as smooth as a mess.

"Come on Robert!"

He must let the priest see a brand new church when he comes back!

I don’t know how long it took.

The child's cry suddenly rang out.

"dad!"

"Dad! We are coming!"

"..."

Robert, who was almost done wiping, looked subconsciously and saw his wife standing in front of the door. Seeing the expression of the child running towards him excitedly, a bright smile instantly appeared on his face.

"Ai!"

Robert threw the towel into the bucket below, held his youngest daughter and third daughter in one hand, one on each side, and walked towards his wife.

It is precisely because of Father York's rescue that his eldest daughter and second daughter can go to school and the family can have a place to live.

"What delicious food did you cook today?"

"Macaroni, sandwiches, salads!"

"Wow, they are all my favorite!"

Listening to his little daughter's crisp voice, Robert smiled and walked to his wife.

"Let's go out to eat."

Beth also had a smile on her face, nodded and walked out, whispering.

"Father Yorks hasn't come back yet?"

"without."

Robert shook his head, walked to the corner where he usually ate, put his two daughters down and let them play.

After hearing the answer, Beth silently kept the portion that Father Yorkes liked, and then placed the lunch that her husband liked.

"It's okay. I can keep Father York's portion for tonight."

Robert smiled, picked up the fork handed over by his wife and started to pull the macaroni on it, eating it in big bites.

Beth put a smile back on her face and sat down in front of her husband.

Like her husband, she was equally grateful to Father York. Unfortunately, the priest was not around much from those days or two, which made her gratitude unrealistic.

Robert seemed to be able to feel this, reached out and patted his wife's hand, and continued to devour.

Until some time passed, Robert took the toilet box and his wife and looked at their two daughters who were playing happily under a big tree, with faces full of happiness.

But a girl who was hesitant about whether to enter or not at the gate still attracted his attention.

Short hair, a boy's outfit, a boy's hoodie and simple jeans.

Robert quickly remembered that the girl who made hesitant movements was the girl who cautiously asked him if the priest was there yesterday.

Beth also noticed what was going on at the gate.

"Who is this child?"

"I don't know. I haven't found her recently. She must be a newcomer, but she seems to have some problem and needs Father York's help."

Recalling what happened yesterday, Robert put down the toilet box, got up and walked towards the door.

"I'll go over and take a look."

…

"You won't be called crazy, right?"

"But that dream was too real!"

"I must believe in myself! See it with my own eyes!"

Standing by the door, Bridget looked at the weather-beaten old church in front of her, her expression still hesitant.

The new generation who claims to be at the forefront of trends should not be like this, because this is something that can be laughed at by their peers.

She also thinks so, and has always believed that this world is a scientific world, but recent events still make her feel weird and scared.

The dreams she had every night were so real that she couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams. The constant murmuring in her ears also made her feel irritable and ready to move.

Keep mumbling to her to open that book! Open that book!