American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Superman, a heroic product of the United States in his previous life, has super strength, super hearing, super perception, heat eye rays and other abilities.

Even because his cells have abnormal recovery and regeneration capabilities, Superman remains youthful and unaffected by disease and injury, making him immortal.

Carefully experience the changes in the body and recall the general impression of Superman. Yorks thought of his four attributes.

The four major categories of attributes he possesses - physique, life, spirit, and magic - have always been linked to various attributes and abilities. When a certain attribute is enhanced, it will cause a chain reaction and drive the growth of other abilities.

Don't compare everything. In comparison, these abilities are very similar to Superman's abilities.

Constitution links strength, agility and other abilities.

The added health points will also give his cells the ability to recover and regenerate like Superman, and also make him younger.

Not to mention the telekinesis ability that comes with reaching 100 mental levels...

Given time to develop, he can indeed become a new generation of alternative Superman. If given enough time to develop, he may be stronger than Superman.

"That's not bad." Yorks thought to himself, his eyelids twitching slightly.

At this time, what Yorks didn't know was that his destructive power was reflected one by one in the eyes of Jeffrey and others who had just entered the building.

Except for Jeffrey, who already had a certain concept of the extraordinary, the other police officers, including Baker, who knew something about Yorkshire, were all dumbfounded.

In their eyes, the entire building was in ruins, with dilapidated and dilapidated scenes everywhere.

The bottom is full of potholes and debris, and the floors above are gone. There is just a huge hole, with some remaining bricks falling from time to time...

"We can't stay here any longer!"

After roughly one glance, Jeffrey made a prompt decision and led everyone out of the Reed Apartment Building, which could be defined as a dangerous building.

As soon as he came out, he was also busy. The first thing he had to do was to block the news and block the area to ensure that no one knew the truth in this building.

"Seal the area, set up warning signs, and don't allow anyone to come near."

"clear!"

"..."

After giving the instructions and looking at his men running around, Jeffrey sat in the back of the police car again, took out his cell phone and made a call to report the situation to the commander who had been waiting for news.

"Hello!"

A deep voice came from the phone.

Jeffrey looked serious.

"Report! Sir."

"..."

Put the last written folder into a location where there are already many folders.

It has York's name on it.

Soon, this folder will be sent to where it belongs.

Of course, this matter had nothing to do with Yorks, and even if he knew about it, he wouldn't take it to heart.

To Yorkes, he just solved another supernatural incident.

In front of a single-family villa.

Yorkist looked at Brother Kenny who sent him and Eileen home and said softly.

"Brother Kenny, I will write the report on this matter."

Hearing this, Brother Kenny nodded, "Okay, Father."

Yorks patted the roof of the car and said with a gentle smile, "Go back, thank you for your hard work."

"It's my honor to serve you, Father York." Brother Kenny looked at the majestic priest with a serious look on his face.

Hearing this, Yorks smiled and didn't respond. He picked up the increasingly dry backpack at his feet and took a step back.

Brother Kenny glanced at the trainee nun next to him, then released the brake pads, stepped on the accelerator pedal, drove away in the car, and disappeared from the eyes of the two of them.

Seeing the tail lights disappear, Yorkist glanced at Irene, who seemed a little embarrassed after Brother Kenny left, and walked towards his single-family villa.

"come in."

Erin hugged another backpack and hurriedly followed the priest. She secretly looked at the surroundings of the house and couldn't help but be curious.

"Father, is this your house?"

"Um."

Yorkes responded, took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole of the door handle.

"Are you curious why I don't live in a church?"

It's okay if I don't say it. When I say it, Irene is really curious. The church has a lot of exclusive housing, so the priests usually choose to live in the church, and the same goes for the deacons, nuns, and monks who accompany them.

"Kind of."

Yorks smiled and opened the front door, picked up his backpack and walked in. From the beginning to the end, he could actually feel the trainee nun's thoughts from Irene's expression.

"You knew when you came in that times have changed, Erin."

With that said, Yorks, who had already walked in, spoke next.

"Turn on the lights, Nydia."

It's time to give the little nun who has been living in the convent a technological shock.

"Okay, sir." A soft female voice sounded from inside.

After hearing the conversation, Aileen took off her shoes and followed her, and asked cautiously,

"Is anyone else here? Father."

"No, this is a technological product of intelligent systems."

"kindness?"

Erin's thin eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. She was about to say something, but the scene that happened next made her stay in place holding her backpack.

In an instant, headlights suddenly turned on automatically one after another, illuminating everything in front of her and making her eyes widen.

A gorgeous chandelier hangs from the high ceiling. The chandelier is emitting a soft and warm light, illuminating the entire space.

Spacious, bright and clean living room.

Exquisite sofas and coffee tables.

Large TV.

There are also several paintings and decorative artworks hung on the walls.

This all seems very...

Erin couldn't describe how she felt, but she did start to have some stage fright.

This was different from the seemingly exquisite space of the church, which left her with nowhere to go, especially the soft carpet in front of her, which looked so expensive.

"come in."

Yorks looked back at the hesitant Irene and smiled.

"Used to it."

"..."

Erin looked at the living room and the soft carpet under her feet, and then at the priest with an encouraging look in his eyes. She took a deep breath and began to tentatively step onto the carpet.

A soft and comfortable feeling, as if injecting a kind of meticulous care into her feet, came from the soles of her feet.

Erin grabbed her backpack and began to understand what the priest just said, why he didn't live in the church.

"Do you feel okay?" Yorks smiled.

Erin pursed her lips and nodded silently.

"That's good. You can get familiar with the environment first. Otherwise, just sit casually on the sofa. I'll find a way to arrange it for you in a few days."

Yorks smiled and reached out to grab the backpack in her arms. However, the little nun didn't seem to react yet and hugged her very tightly. From this, you could tell that the other party was so stiff.

"Don't be so nervous, you can treat yourself as your own home here." Yorks soothed softly.

"Uh." Erin came to her senses, quickly let go of her backpack and let the priest take it away, then secretly observed the living room again and whispered.

"Okay, Father."

…

…

"It's still far away."

Through the real-time three-dimensional view in his mind, he saw Irene sitting cautiously on the sofa. Yorks curled up the corner of his mouth, pulled up the secret door of the basement and walked out.

Just like above, the lights automatically turned on without him having to do anything, illuminating the entire basement.

Such a convenient feature alone was enough for him to give up the option of living in a church.

Without him, times have changed.

I glanced around the shelves in the basement, and then took a look at Annabell and the surrounding supernatural carriers waiting quietly in the corner.

Nothing happened. Yorks dropped all his backpacks and walked slowly in the other direction with his small bag.

Finally, he stopped in front of a set of tables and chairs. When Yorks sat down, he also took out the records and books in the small bag.

"So what are you?"

Finally seeing the full picture of the book, Yorks narrowed his eyes and began to trace the root cause of the Bridget incident...

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