American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"But that's not necessarily the case. It may be a matter of quantity."

Yorks murmured to himself, staring at the five points of energy consumed by this move, staring at the real-time three-dimensional image in his mind, and continued to increase his intensity.

After experiencing various tests and experiments, he had already studied the four major categories of attributes on the panel very thoroughly.

Just as he expected, when ten points were consumed on the value, the cabinet in the corner suddenly clicked open according to his will.

The corner of York's mouth curled up, and he stared straight into the opened cabinet as if from a God's perspective. When no one was around, the secret door inside opened automatically, revealing the suitcase inside.

The next second, the suitcase suddenly floated up, and under York's will, it quickly flew out of the room, and the door that followed opened and floated until it was in front of York's eyes.

"So if you have more imagination, you will have more places to operate..."

Yorkes grinned and did not move. He controlled the floating suitcase to be placed on the table and opened automatically with a click. There was movement in both rooms.

In the next room, the secret door is connected to the cabinet door, and the doors all close automatically.

boom!

The same is true for the door of York's room.

All this happens automatically when no one is around. If anyone sees it, it would be like seeing a ghost.

"Just through the three-dimensional diagram, the consumption is too large and cannot be used frequently."

Yorks rubbed the center of his eyebrows. The value had changed from 75 to 55, and he was looking thoughtfully at the three-dimensional diagram in his mind.

He suddenly thought of a way to fight. If the real-time three-dimensional map of the total fifty-meter range was expanded to one thousand meters, would he be able to control the sacred grenade to explode others out of thin air within a one-kilometer range centered on him? In this way, he could not only escape the scope of the explosion, but also be caught off guard.

Thinking of this, Yorks lowered his head and looked at all the weapons in front of him, with a light shining in his eyes.

Not only that, he seems to be able to break away from the limitations of his hands and control these guns to fire a machine gun out of thin air...

The more he thought about it, the Yorkist who had just found another way to fight turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.

In the three-dimensional image being generated in his mind, he saw Ms. Camille and Bellamy slowly walking into the door.

At this moment, Yorks thought of Bellamy's illness and stood up immediately.

The closed door opened automatically and silently when he just walked over.

Yorks walked out, and the door that opened wide behind him suddenly closed automatically, and the back lock inside automatically locked up, blocking out the arms and weapons scattered all over the floor inside.

[Ten spirit points have been used]

Bellamy raised his head and looked at his mother: she was wondering why there was no one in the church.

But Ms. Camille remembered the notification in the group chat, and she stroked Bellamy's head.

"The church organized an event today, so no one was there."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ms. Camille saw a flash of disappointment in her daughter, and then smiled lovingly.

"Of course, if Robert is not here and the church is still open, Father York will most likely be there."

Bellamy's face turned happy, and before she could say anything, that familiar voice sounded in her ears.

"Ms. Camille, Bellamy?"

Bellamy suddenly turned his little face to look at the source of the sound. The priest who walked out of the aisle holding a Bible was not Father York or someone else.

"Father Yorks!"

Bellamy let go of his mother's hand and ran over with a look of surprise on his face.

She looked very happy, which put a smile on Ms. Camille's face.

It's true that she hasn't seen Bellamy so excited in a long time.

In York's eyes, that little person had blond hair hanging on her shoulders, mixed with a cute hair ornament, and her pink skirt swayed again and again as she ran clumsily.

Overall, they are all associated with the word cute. Yorkshire grinned, stepped forward, and reached out to hug the cute little loli who jumped up.

"Long time no see, Bellamy."

……………

"Do you sometimes feel strange to Bellamy? Do you also feel like Bellamy has become a different person?"

Yorks took everything that Ms. Camille brought, squinted his eyes and looked at Bellamy, who was sleeping in Ms. Camille's arms due to playing around for a while and being tired after the test, and looked at the cross around her neck. , and didn’t perceive anything.

Ms. Camille recalled what happened last night again and said seriously.

"Yes, Father."

She stared at Yorks and said worriedly.

"Is there something dirty attached to Bellamy?"

"It's hard to say. I'll wait until I read the test data you brought before I can make a conclusion."

Yorks responded, his eyes moved to the thing in his hand, and his tone was gentle.

"If there is really dirty stuff, I will naturally remove it. Ms. Camille, don't worry, this is actually my specialty."

If it were an ordinary priest, Ms. Camille might have felt that he was talking too much and subconsciously thought that he was a liar. But from Father York's tone, she felt that what he said was true.

Maybe it's because they are acquaintances, Ms. Camille thought.

At this time, Yorks had finished reading the first picture and saw the second one.

It's all the doctor's judgment.

After taking a look, Yorks gave the word professional. Putting himself in his shoes, if he had been a doctor in his previous life, he might have made the same judgment.

This is based on Bellamy's strange behaviors, such as Bellamy's statement that the bed will move, and a series of behaviors that Ms. Camille said.

There is nothing wrong with this at all, but on second thought, if Ms. Camille had no money, it might be a different story.

So, Yorks looked directly at the electroencephalogram and other examination data, but also glanced at sleeping Bellamy with pity.

Cervical puncture, angiography and other examinations, this little loli endured them all without saying a word.

As a result, after flipping through several images, the pain was completely in vain. All the tests proved that there was nothing wrong with Bellamy's body and brain, and even the mental tests showed that there were no problems either.

Of course, Yorks also understands the doctor's approach and the notice to continue taking medicine and observe. If there are no mental or physical problems, then they can basically think in the direction of supernatural beings, but they don't dare to think about it, and their careers don't allow them to do so. Thinking about it at this stage, materialists are generally these people.

"Is there any question? Father York?" Ms. Camille seemed to notice something different in the priest's expression.

Yorks looked at Bellamy who was sleeping soundly and sighed.

"Ms. Camille, can you let me go to your house and have a look?"

Ms. Kamil's eyes widened, and she already knew the answer from the priest's attitude.

"So there's really something dirty?"

"Probably, no one changes suddenly and for no reason. You and I both understand Bellamy's character. She is a sensible child."

Having said this, Yorks paused for a moment, then said calmly.

"Since the hospital can't find any problems, Bellamy is most likely affected by something or temporarily occupied by something, and my conclusion tends to be that there is something dirty in your home..."