American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

[18:10]

A poor urban area.

In a large open space, a group of people are distributing charity dinners and corresponding winter clothing.

As winter approaches, this act of kindness has made many people remember the names on the car.

[Pluto Church]

"Thank you for your help, Sister."

At the many distribution points where love dinners are distributed, the nuns wearing black monastic uniforms have always been the most popular ones.

The middle-aged man with a pale and weak face took the food in front of him and said with sincere gratitude: "Your kind deeds have given me warmth and hope, otherwise I don't know how I would survive tonight."

"You're welcome, this is what we should do." Erin said gently.

“We all want everyone to feel the warmth and hope that God brings.”

The middle-aged man glanced at the slogan on the car, took a deep note of his name, and nodded: "Thank you."

Irene just smiled gently, watched the middle-aged man receive his dinner and leave, then continued to pick up the next simple lunch box.

Speaking of which, this kind of love is very generous but very affordable. A piece of roast chicken with some vegetables and rice is a dinner.

In terms of this configuration alone, it can maximize the value of a lot of money, and it is cost-effective.

"Hello, welcome to the charity dinner distribution point at Pluto Church."

Seeing the next person walking forward, Irene put Pluto Church back on her lips, and then handed over the toilet box in her hand.

However, this seemingly very poor and down-and-out man shook his head.

"Sister, could you please listen to me tell you some stories? I need someone who will listen."

Erin was startled.

But the man with a dirty face and dark circles under his eyes explained: "Because of some things, I can't just talk to anyone, and I don't believe in religion, so I can't go to the priest either.

I heard that a very kind nun came here, so I came here specially..."

As he said that, the man looked at the stunned nun with a numb expression and a kind of despair: "I have nowhere else to go. If I don't find someone to talk to, I don't know how to spend tonight."

Erin took a serious look at the man in front of her. Judging from his words and appearance, she only saw a man who seemed to have reached the end of his road.

Erin thought about it seriously: "Wait for me for a while." She looked back at Liz Murray who was busy with other things and called out.

"Liz."

Having just taken out a pile of old clothes from the car, Liz Murray looked towards the source of the sound and saw the nun shouting, so she could only put the old clothes in her hand at the designated spot next to her and walk over.

"Sister Eileen, what's wrong?"

Liz Murray subconsciously glanced at the man at the table.

Erin replied: "Look here for me."

Liz Murray nodded: "Okay." After saying that, she glanced at the man at the table again. The depression radiating from his body reminded her of the time when she knew her mother was dead.

After finding someone to replace him, Erin looked at the man in front of her and said gently: "Come here, we can talk in the back."

The man was somewhat grateful: "Thank you very much."

As he spoke, he followed the nun under Liz Murray's suspicious eyes.

The two of them sat down at a table and chair next to the car and had a simple conversation.

"Can I ask your name?" Eileen looked at the man with a calm face. She was also used to listening to people talk in the monastery. This was a required lesson.

The man said numbly: "Lester Billings."

Erin nodded: "Mr. Lester, so do you want to talk to me about something? As a clergyman, I will keep it confidential."

Lester was silent for a while: "Everyone thinks it was me."

Erin's expression remained unchanged as she said, "What do they think you did?"

If York was here, he would see another side of himself as a deaconess. The nun he thought was childish, now seemed very mature.

"Like killing my child." Lester looked at the nun and said this calmly.

"Kill them all, one at a time."

The words were concise and to the point, and Irene's heart tightened, but she didn't show any outward signs, like a true listener.

"I came to you because I felt that only the clergy would understand and not think that I was mentally ill."

As if thinking of something, Lester clasped his hands together and said tremblingly.

"You are so kind, you should also understand what it feels like to suddenly lose a loved one."

Erin heard there was something else going on: "So what happened to your child?"

Lester clasped his hands: "First, my little daughter died of sudden infant death syndrome."

Eileen remained silent and made a sign of the cross on her chest: "Please have my condolences."

However, Lester shook his head, seeming to be lost in memories, and continued: "I thought it was an accident, it was God punishing me, but after the other two died within a year, I realized that it was actually not an accident. .”

Erin frowned slightly: "Mr. Lester, you mean these are not natural causes?"

"Not natural at all." Lester nodded, his expression unchanged, but two tears shed from his numb eyes.

"The life was sucked out of them."

The depression and pain in the calm made Eileen's face become a little empathetic, but even so, she could still hear something hidden in it.

"Is there something else?"

Lester calmly replied: "Well, it's a pity that no one believes it. They all think it was me."

As he spoke, he stared at the nun in front of him and continued: "I have only seen this thing once. Before my daughter Anne's neck was broken, they actually told me before they died, but I thought they just had too much imagination. Too rich.”

At this point, Irene noticed that Lester's originally calm expression began to turn painful, and saw him take out a folded piece of paper from his arms.

"Even though my eldest daughter has already drawn it and shown it to me."

Hearing this, Irene silently took the paper from Lester and opened it under his gaze.

In my eyes, this is a rather sloppy painting.

The dark background is painted with a black brush, and in the middle of the background is a human figure similar to a spider, with sound limbs, bent downward, and a ferocious face.

It was simple, without any description or writing, but Eileen felt a chill coming out of her body and outside.

"My eldest daughter's paintings are very similar to what I saw, so I regret not trusting her at that time." Lester said calmly, looking at the nun who was watching the painting.

"You should believe what I say, right?"

Erin withdrew her gaze from the illustration, raised her head and said seriously: "Of course, not only do I believe it, I also want my priest to come and take a look."

Lester was stunned for a moment. He originally just wanted to find someone to talk to, but he didn't expect this development at all.

"Mr. Lester, there are actually monsters in this world." Irene sighed.