American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

as time flows.

Each family has its own affairs.

Single mother Lisa is packing her belongings so that she won’t be in a hurry when she moves out.

Bell took Casey to the bathroom to give the youngest four-year-old a bath.

Bridget, on the other hand, stood at the window of her room, grabbing the cross that comforted her and looking up at the sky that suddenly roared and exploded with lightning.

Feeling the cool breeze blowing in from the window, which was cooler than ever, Bridget clutched the cross tightly. She felt that it was going to rain tonight.

However, at this point in time, what she didn't know was that the antique book that she had always thought had been thrown away was snatched out from the bed by Danny.

"How could such a good thing be thrown away!" Danny sat down on the bed and put the thick antique book on his knees, with a light shining from the treasure in his eyes.

Antique books feel very nice to the touch, as smooth as real silk, and the cover pattern also gives the book an ancient feel.

Touching the seal pattern on it, Danny looked at the crossed tusks that seemed to be made of ivory ground into small and sharp points, and reached out to grab the edge.

At first, the book was difficult to open. No matter what method he tried, he could not open the cross-sealed fangs. Until today, he was accidentally stabbed by the fangs and suddenly he was able to open it.

Recalling the weird paintings he had just seen in the book, Danny couldn't help but open the book. He was curious about what these seemingly absurd paintings meant.

As the cover was opened, what appeared on it were illustrations of murder. The text was incomprehensible, but the paintings on it were clear.

A man with a ferocious face, like a devil, held a sharp blade in his right hand and was cutting the neck of the person he was holding with his left hand.

There were several people surrounding a man lying on the ground, feasting on him.

The woman with disheveled hair and empty eyes held up a bleeding head and put it in her mouth.

Every illustration was lifelike and chilling. Danny couldn't bear it. He closed the book, took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, moved the heavy book away, and looked at the three records underneath and pursed his lips.

The records came with the books, a secret only he knew.

He still couldn't help his curiosity to get to the bottom of it. In his opinion, maybe these three records would explain this extremely weird book, what it was and the history in it.

Just do what comes to mind, Danny takes the record and walks towards his turntable.

Opening the cloth bag, everything about the record came into view. Looking at the date recorded on it [November 13, 1923], Danny's eyes flashed with a true expression.

"This book is definitely a treasure."

Along with muttering to himself, Danny played the first record marked above...

In the end, what came out of the speaker was just a self-introduction, but the words that followed also made Danny understand what the weird book was.

"..."

"Good afternoon, my clergy colleagues, I am Father Marcus Littleton, Librarian of St. Patrick's Cathedral, and I welcome you all to the City of Angels today."

"I invite you all to come here to witness that there is a unique cultural relic discovered by our overseas missionaries. This is the first time it has been publicly displayed."

"The Book of the Dead."

The first record ended abruptly, and Danny looked at the second record next to him. He still felt a little itchy and not satisfying enough.

"continue!"

Danny took out the first record and put the second and second records on.

Just then, there was a huge thunder outside.

boom! ! !

Danny was startled and looked at the window in front of him. In the dark night, heavy rain poured down, hitting his window.

"It's raining."

Not knowing what Danny was doing, Bridget stared at the crackling windows with rainwater flowing, touched her bruised and swollen wounds, and sighed.

boom!

At the same time, Lisa, a single mother who was packing her luggage, paused and watched as the suitcase continued to be stuffed.

"Hey, don't be scared, baby."

In the bathroom, Bell, who was pregnant but abandoned by her boyfriend, was holding Casey, who was shivering because of the thunder, and said warmly.

"I'm still here..."

boom!

The thunder continued to crackle, and the lightning outside the window was like a snake, constantly shuttling through the dark night, which invisibly added a bit of terror, and Danny cursed inwardly.

"Chet!"

However, even so, Danny still pressed the play button on the machine when the thunder exploded, and the sound continued to come out of the speaker.

"According to the tests I have done so far, the edges of the Book of Death are made of pickled human flesh, and the text and illustrations inside are written and drawn with human blood.

This must be heresy! "

"But the scroll contains a sacred mystery, and I sought the Church's permission to translate it."

"Unfortunately, my request was rejected by the church bishops, so I began to secretly translate a large number of words and symbols in the Book of the Dead."

"..."

"The book contains various ancient rituals and spells. Judging from the translated texts, it is said that reciting these spells can allow humans to get in touch with supernatural powers outside the world.

Now I will translate the first mantra of spiritual resurrection in the form of a recording..."

Suddenly, there was a click from the speaker, and an incomprehensible but chilling sound came directly from it.

[Spell...]

The sound was very weird and not like a human voice. Danny felt like he had goosebumps all over his body.

He was keenly aware that something was wrong and quickly pressed the stop button, but the speaker continued to play.

Bang bang bang! The sound of rapidly turning pages of a book suddenly sounded.

Danny seemed to feel something. He turned his head stiffly and looked at the bedside. The book known as the Book of Death was turning the pages quickly, and finally stopped at a picture of a crooked head and evil smile, with a sharp knife in his hand, a lifelike evil that seemed to be resurrected. illustration of woman.

Danny opened his eyes slightly...

boom! Thunder crackles!

Under the heavy rain, a personal plane was facing the dark night and parked at JFK International Airport in a low-key manner despite the heavy rain.

"Father York, a car has been arranged for you outside."

A staff member in a black suit looked at the priest who was half a head taller than him and stood up. He said respectfully.

“The driver takes care of getting you where you want to go.”

"Um."

Yorkshire, who had been sitting for almost eleven hours since starting in the morning, nodded in response and looked to the side.

Erin, who was thin and thin, was struggling to take down the backpack she wanted to put on top.

The entire four backpacks were filled with rotating grenade guns or bullet boxes, which was really a bit too much for Erin's body.

"Let me do it."

Hearing the sound, Erin subconsciously stopped moving and watched as the priest just stretched out his hand and easily took down all the backpacks on top.

She could pick up four backpacks with just one hand. This casual ease made her stare at Yorks for a moment.

Yorks smiled calmly, picked up all four backpacks with two backpacks in each hand, and walked towards the staff who had already given way.

"Let's go, Erin."

Erin came to her senses instantly and quickly followed the priest with a broad back.