American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

That night, Ms. Camille caressed Bellamy who was already asleep on the bed, with a look of love on her face.

Although she decided to take her daughter to see a psychiatrist, as a mother, she was not willing to believe that her daughter would have any serious mental illness.

But looking at it these days, she no longer wants to believe it.

"My poor daughter..."

Camille's eyes flashed with pity but also a hint of guilt.

The difference between Bellamy and her eldest son Saxon, who has gone abroad, is that Saxon could still enjoy his father's love before he grew up, but Bellamy never really enjoyed it. All she saw from beginning to end was the division of her parents. and quarreling.

Even so, she never cried or clamored for her father like an ordinary child. It was as if she had accepted the reality. Instead, she was as sensible as a little adult and never showed any signs in front of her. abnormal.

"From this point of view, it's not actually the case. Also, I have spent too little time with her..." Ms. Camille showed a hint of blame for herself on her face. She leaned over and kissed her sleeping daughter on the forehead. She stood up slowly. Leave slowly.

She decided to put down everything during this period and spend more time with her daughter.

Go to Romania, as Father York said today!

After walking behind the door, Ms. Camille took one last look at her daughter lying on the bed and secretly made up her mind.

Click!

As the door closed, the room was left in darkness.

What Ms. Camille didn't know was that Bellamy, who she thought was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the closed door, and took away the thin quilt covering him...

Time passes little by little.

"Yomi, no matter what, except for what I have to do now, I will put off all other things for a month." Ms. Camille was rubbing her brows and making the last call.

"When the time comes, I will control it remotely."

"OK!"

"That's it." Ms. Camille let go of her hand, took off the phone and hung up the last call. She also breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

After all the phone calls are made, except for the current matter, only remote control is required.

Sacrificing her future, she finally squeezed out a month, which was actually not easy.

"But it's all worth it for Bellamy."

Ms. Camille gave a tired smile and glanced at the time.

[23:31]

Before she knew it, she had been on the phone for almost an hour when she walked out of Bellamy's room.

"Go to sleep!"

Ms. Kamil shook her head, put her phone on the table, and walked all the way to her room. She didn't do much else and lay down on the bed.

Due to Bellamy's incident and the fact that her career was on the rise, Ms. Camille, who was already tired, slowly closed her eyes.

I don’t know how long it took.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A very clear voice appeared in her ears, and Ms. Camille opened her dazed eyes in confusion.

Tsk!

The voice that appeared in her ears turned into another one, and Camille subconsciously looked at the source of the sound next to her.

As a result, the sight of it scared her awake.

In the darkness, a small figure was facing the table next to the bed, scratching the table with a bright knife.

And is this disheveled figure her daughter or someone else?

"Bellamy?" Ms. Camille's eyes widened.

At the moment she was about to take action, her daughter Bellamy raised a fruit knife and stabbed it on the table.

Boom!

Along with the sound of stabbing the table, Bellamy turned his head stiffly bit by bit, stared at her with dull eyes, and spoke in a voice unlike before.

"Mom, what's wrong with me?"

Invisibly, it added a bit of terror.

"omg!"

Ms. Camille looked at Bellamy who was showing an unfamiliar and somewhat evil smile. For the first time, a panicked expression appeared on her face. However, she was not afraid but stood up quickly, hugged her daughter and took her hand away. The knife's hands moved away from the fruit knife inserted on the table.

"Do you know what you are doing? Bellamy!" Ms. Camille squatted down and grabbed her daughter's shoulders, with anxiety on her face.

However, Bellamy just tilted his head and looked at her with an evil smile on his face.

"I don't know, so what's wrong with me?"

Ms. Camille fell to the ground and covered her mouth with her right hand. She looked at her daughter with a strange look in her eyes.

daytime.

Ms. Camille, who had not slept all night, stood in the aisle, staring at the one-way glass in front of her, staring at the doctor and Bellamy who were talking, her tired eyes showing a look of worry and thought from time to time.

Although she had not slept all night, it did not affect her thinking.

Combined with recent events and feelings, she vaguely sensed something was wrong, just like her daughter who was standing next to her bed with a fruit knife last night.

To her feeling at the time, it was so strange, as if she was not her daughter, but someone else.

Thinking of something inadvertently, Ms. Camille crossed her arms, stared at Bellamy who was talking to the doctor, and bit her lip.

after a while.

Ms. Camille reappeared in a room, and the walls of the room were also one-way glass. Here she could see her daughter who was playing with toys inside, but the daughter could not see her.

Looking at Bellamy who was loading soil into a dump truck, Ms. Camille withdrew her gaze and stared at the pensive doctor next to her and said calmly.

"So your test results?"

The doctor frowned.

This could not be hidden from Ms. Camille. She gritted her teeth and tightened her hands, but her face was expressionless.

Next, the doctor's voice was very tangled and confused, completely inconsistent with his identity.

"Ms. Kamil, based on what you said, I suspect that your daughter has typical abnormal chemical current activity in the brain. There may be a problem with the temporal lobe.

Because this place can cause hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, convulsions, incontinence, and even personality changes in your daughter, destructive behavior may stem from this. "

At this point, the doctor paused, his voice became more tangled, he raised his head and glanced at the expressionless Ms. Camille, and then continued.

"If this is the case, then your daughter's brain should have corresponding conditions, such as scabs, so as long as we remove the scabs, your daughter can be cured, but..."

The doctor paused for a moment, obviously thinking about what to say next. Facing such a rich man, he was not under great pressure.

Realizing this, Ms. Camille subconsciously grabbed her hand and looked at Bellamy, who had been playing with toys. From these two sentences, she seemed to already know the doctor's next sentence and result.

"go on!"

The doctor recalled the results of EEG, angiography, etc., with confusion on his face: "After relevant examinations, the result is that your daughter is very healthy and has no abnormalities."