American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Ms. Camille's face remained unchanged, she just crossed her arms and held them very tightly.

"What about the mental test?"

The doctor sighed and looked at the little girl next door who was playing very much.

"In my assessment, your daughter is very sensible. She clearly knows what she should do and what she shouldn't do. Her cognition is very clear..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone could understand what they meant, and Ms. Camille couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"So what's your result?"

The doctor said calmly: "All the tests that can be done have been done. Apart from taking medicine and continuing to observe, I can't give you a good opinion. If something else happens recently, it's best to go to the hospital in time for continued examination."

"Um."

Ms. Camille stood up immediately and looked at her daughter inside: "I understand."

However, Ms. Kamil seemed to accept the results given by the doctor, but took away all the test data and related drugs and reports, such as sedatives and other common drugs.

She immediately took Bellamy directly to Pluto Church.

"Mom, are you going to Pluto Church?" Bellamy, who was sitting obediently in the back seat, looked at his mother next to him.

Under the short golden hair on her head, her eyes blinked and blinked. There was no pain after the puncture at all. She just showed an expectant smile and said crisply.

"Are you going to see Father York?"

She heard her mother tell the driver the address.

Ms. Camille, who was in the driver's seat, reached out to caress her smiling daughter. Although there was a smile on her face, the guilt in her heart became deeper.

"Yes, mother has already agreed with Father York that she will bring you here next time. Didn't you say you like Father York very much?"

"Yeah!" Bellamy nodded heavily, thinking of a majestic figure who would play with her from time to time even though he was very busy.

"Because he is nice to me!!"

"really……"

Ms. Camille agreed with this point, and it was because of this that she took Bellamy to find him.

Otherwise, even if she knows some unknown things but hasn't seen it with her own eyes, she doesn't really believe it and is afraid that someone will deceive her. After all, she has heard of a lot of tragic things...

Ms. Kamil felt that her ideas were in conflict. She subconsciously turned her head and looked out the car window, looking at the passers-by walking in a hurry on the street, and sighed inwardly.

She really didn't know what to do now, so she could only hope in Father York.

If it was really what she imagined, she would trust Father York's judgment.

At this time, what Ms. Camille didn't know was that Bellamy glanced at her secretly, but his little face showed a perseverance that is rare for children.

"Mom!"

"kindness?"

Ms. Camille turned back quickly, and her face suddenly turned into a smile again.

"I'll be fine!" Bellamy suddenly grabbed his mother's big hand and said crisply.

Ms. Camille was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly and held her daughter's hand.

"Well, you'll be fine."

"It'll be fine! I can definitely do it! Aren't you already making changes?"

At the intersection where Ms. Camille's car passed, a girl carrying a dry backpack, a clean but very wrinkled hoodie, faded jeans, and some damaged shoes walked by and was cheering herself up.

As she walked along, her calm face was filled with talk.

"You can do it! Liz Murray, you have never been a fool. On the contrary, you are a smart person and can definitely change your trajectory."

This made the passers-by look sideways, but Liz Murray, who had just walked all the way here after quarreling with her friends yesterday and having a good talk with her mother lying in the pit from Naas Cemetery, did not think so. She just I kept chanting until I came to a building.

"Didn't you already decide to enter another world? That's why you found Iva to get a place for admission."

Liz Murray pursed her lips and stared at the tall building in front of her. Instead, she thought of the priest who helped her.

Looking back on her life, all the people she knew were full of resentment and lived just to survive. Only the priest let her know that there was another kind of person. She longed to enter this better world and longed to have this Very leisurely.

She still remembered the words left by the majestic figure: "Child, if you still need help, you can come to Pluto Church to find me."

Thinking of what the other party had done, Liz Murray rubbed her face vigorously to smooth away the sweat caused by running over, took a breath, and continued to talk.

"So here's your chance, Liz Murray, you're going to study, you're going to go to college, and you're going to change your life."

After saying the last words, Liz Murray took a long breath, suppressed her nervousness, and stepped onto the stairs to enter the building.

There were people coming and going in the building, mostly people of her age, but most of them were wearing neat clothes, unlike her clothes, which were almost washed out.

But what makes her eyes dim is that these people of the same age are accompanied by some adults, but she is not. They have all registered for admission, and she still needs to be evaluated and determined by the school whether she is suitable to enter this school.

In other words, compared to these people, she, a homeless person living in a subway station, has an extra link.

Liz Murray pursed her lips, grabbed the shoulder strap of her backpack, and passed the sign to the second floor alone.

There were gradually fewer people here, and people who were registering on computers appeared at the end of the aisle.

There was nothing around. Liz Murray frowned, and an ominous premonition came to her heart, and she hurriedly walked over.

Before the staff member who was immersed in the computer looked up, she glanced at the window. The assessment inside was already in progress.

In a room similar to a classroom, a person who looks like a teacher is holding a document in his hand and looking at his peers standing up in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Yes, you are?"

The staff member felt the shadow and looked up at Liz Murray.

Liz Murray pursed her lips and said. "I'm Liz Murray and I've made an appointment."

Hearing this, the staff looked at it carefully. The girl in front of him, who was poorer than anyone else, withdrew his gaze and typed on the keyboard a few times.

"Lise Murray, eight-thirty?"

The staff member raised his head again, looked at Liz Murray who nodded, and said.

"Sorry, you are half an hour late, which means it is already nine o'clock."

Liz Murray silently grasped the shoulder strap, "I'm sorry, I came all the way, so..."

However, the staff interrupted her and said in a very regretful tone.

"I'm sorry too, this is the last day, you're really too late."