American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"Yes! It's the antique book that damn guy Danny found somewhere!"

"It all started with that antique book and things get weird, damn!"

Thinking of Danny, who was only more than a year older than herself, Bridget couldn't help but want to beat him into a pig's head. She subconsciously grabbed the cross in her pocket, as if the cross could give her some kind of strength.

Bridget felt inexplicably at peace and continued to stare at the church in front of her, taking a deep breath.

"Fortunately, Hailey gave her a cross and she slept much more peacefully."

Thinking of all the changes caused when she got the cross, Bridget took out a deep breath. From these changes alone, she knew that the reassuring priest was exactly what her boyfriend Hailey said. In that way, he is a very powerful priest.

It is not the fake priest who is so fake on a live broadcast software. He has nothing but one sentence over and over again: He exorcised demons several times on the live broadcast. In the end, he did not know what regulations were violated, and his exorcism live broadcast was shut down.

As for why I think Father York is so awesome.

Because from the day she got the cross, she no longer had those frightening nightmares or heard those terrifying murmurs.

But even so, Bridget still felt that her home was becoming more and more frightening and depressing to the point where her home was like an explosive barrel that was on the verge of reaching its limit and would suddenly explode at some point.

However, no one in the family seemed to feel anything. Mom was busy with moving, Danny was mysterious and didn't know what he was doing, and even the youngest Casey was laughing and joking all day long.

"Oh! Shit! It's a fk, such a bad feeling." Bridget recalled all this and stepped into the door with enough preparation.

"This time we must let the priest visit the house!"

But before she took the second step, she was stopped by a strong man coming next to her. Bridget knew that this strong man was an employee of this church.

"Are you here to see Father York today?"

Hearing this, Bridget had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Well, um, is the priest still not here today?"

really…

Robert looked at the girl who was still cautious but seemed to really need help, and shook his head with regret.

"Well, I'm sorry, but Father Yorks hasn't come back today."

Bridget frowned subconsciously, and clenched the cross in her hoodie pocket tighter with her right hand.

"All right."

After saying that, Bridget ignored the strong man's expression of wanting to help, turned around and left.

She didn't think anyone could help, because this kind of thing was too weird and weird. If it weren't for the priest, she would have been treated as a lunatic if she told it.

This decisive attitude made Robert stunned. He swallowed that if something happened, he could help, and stared blankly at the girl who ran away in an instant.

"call!"

After running a certain distance and returning to walking, Bridget took out her mobile phone from her pocket and looked a little hesitant when she remembered the phone number Hailey had given her.

When Hailey first heard that the priest specifically asked her to do this and asked her to call him if anything happened, she always felt that the priest seemed to know everything.

"Do you want a fight?"

Bridget looked a little uncomfortable, but finally put away her phone and hurried home.

"Oh, forget it! After all, nothing has happened yet, not to mention that the priest doesn't seem to be here, so he just secretly threw the antique book away."

With this uncomfortable feeling, Bridget quickened her pace and started to rush home.

If Danny doesn't give it! I must have a fight with him to vent my anger!

After moving several neighborhoods until she reached the street where her home was located, Bridget only felt her mood getting worse.

She hated this damn place. It was full of drunken people at night, talking about people running around and spitting shit out of trains. The safest time was only during the day.

Fortunately, I have to move too

Bridget suppressed her emotions, put her hands in her pockets, and looked as cool as a boy. She looked around carefully and ran across the driveway into the apartment building where her family lived.

Bang bang bang!

Bridget looked at the old elevator with extremely slow reaction speed, and the irritability in her heart surfaced again, making her face even more impatient.

Finally, I watched the elevator come down,

Click!

The double doors opened, and there was no one inside. Bridget stepped in and pressed toward the tenth floor.

"Hey, wait! Bridget!"

Hearing this familiar, increasingly effeminate voice, Bridget moved her index finger downwards and pressed the button to open the door to stop the elevator.

A dark-skinned man ran in, holding on to the wall and panting.

Bridget couldn't help but roll her eyes, let go, put her hands in her pockets, and looked at the elevator door that had closed again.

"I said, Morse, how come you become like a different person? That thing has such a big impact on you?"

After hearing these words, Morse, who had already changed his mind, said subconsciously after taking a breath.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Bridget nodded.

It was nothing at first, but the next second Bridget saw her neighbor suddenly smiled shyly.

"It's okay, I don't think it has any impact."

Looking at Morse who seemed to have no self-awareness, Bridget felt a chill and took a few steps away, pretending to be leaning against the elevator wall.

"Okay, you're fine."

Morse smiled shyly again. Ever since the day he was recognized through Father York, he had already changed his mind. He looked at Bridget, who had a pretty good impression of her, and thought of the noises he had heard in the past few nights.

"Speaking of Bridget..." Morse said.

"What's wrong?"

Bridget, who had been watching the elevator slowly rise to the sixth floor, responded casually.

"What are you doing at home if you don't sleep at 11 or 12 o'clock in the middle of the night? There is so much noise."

Morse didn't see Bridget's expression turn serious and frightened for a moment.

"This has seriously affected my daily routine."

As he spoke, Morse remembered hearing the intermittent knocking on the wall and continued.

"And tell Danny to stop knocking on the wall, or I will file a complaint against you!"

Click!

Just then the elevator door opened and the tenth floor arrived. Morse glanced at it and wanted to say something, but Bridget had already ran out without saying a word and did not give him any explanation.

"snort!"

Morse snorted and stepped out of the elevator. Looking at Bridget who had already opened the door and walked in, he snorted.

"It seems that the whole family is a nuisance. Don't force me to complain against you!"

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boom!

As soon as she entered the house, Bridget closed the door hard and stared at everything.

Living room, kitchen.

Mom was not here, and the youngest sister, Kathy, was sitting on the sofa looking at her blankly, as if she was frightened by her.

Bridget glanced at the disassembled Barbie doll in Kathy's hand and strode over with a serious face.

"Where's Danny?"

Kathy felt something was wrong with her second sister. She was most afraid of Bridget in her life, so she pointed to the room at the end of the corridor in front.

Seeing this, Bridget walked over slowly with no expression on her face. This time she had to throw away the antique book at all costs!