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Chapter 62 The Exorcism Nun
Old and messy, is Harley's first impression of Bali Street.

Many square red brick buildings were built before World War II.

How old should it be?

The house is old, and the infrastructure is naturally unable to keep up. The overhead wires, telephone lines, and network cables are built indiscriminately, and they are almost woven into a ceiling.

The road condition on the main street is not bad, and the street in front of the shops is rarely broken.

After entering the residential area, the road underfoot becomes narrow, and broken potholes can be seen everywhere on the cement floor.Once it rains and snows, the big pits, like small ponds, are filled with black rainwater.When the car drove by, it was bound to splash a piece of dirty black water.

Harry's new home is in such a dilapidated community.

Behind the main road of Barry Street, enter through an alley connecting the main street, turn around and come to a six-storey red brick building.

It's a bit like the dormitory building where she was in college. Entering through the middle door, the building management aunt and uncle lived on the edge of the hall. There were two dark corridors on the left and the right, and there were families on both sides of the corridor.

There are no dorm aunts or uncles here.

The room on the edge of the hall that was supposed to belong to the building manager has now become Harry's living room and studio.

More than 80 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room with kitchen and bathroom.

The living room alone is more than 30 square meters, separated from the lobby on the first floor by a wall with windows.

It used to be a small shop here.

After Martha Wayne came up with the church project to save children and women, most of the residents here left, and the commissary and building manager were naturally cancelled.

When the Wayne and his wife were shot, the church plan was stalled, and most of the residents who were eager for low-rent housing came back, but the grocery store was still empty.

Because the commissary is a side business, the building administrator arranged by the house rental company is his job.

"Hey little girl, how did you get here?"

When Harley entered the red brick building with her bag, no one greeted her, or even treated her differently, but when she took the key to open the door of the "building management dormitory", a golden man came diagonally opposite. A black lady with a necklace and a fur coat.

That aunt has thick hands, thick body, thick face and thick legs. Everywhere is thick, thick and black.

Very non-standard New York accent, with a South American accent.

"Hello, I'm a nun sent by the Anglican Church, Diana da Vinci." Harry smiled very softly.

"Sister?" The aunt exclaimed in surprise and doubted, "You are so young, are you an official nun?"

"Of course, I'm a sister, but I'm just like an Asian, with a tender face. In fact, I was 21 this year in [-].

The church wouldn't let me sit alone in a small parish if I was underage. "Harry said nonsense in all seriousness.

Catholic, Baptist, Methodist, Lutheran, Presbyterian, Congregational, Evangelical, Anglican are all different denominations that believe in Christ.

The Episcopal Church is not the most mainstream denomination in the United States, but it is very popular in Shanghai, Britain and China.

Thomas Wayne is an Anglican Christian and has a considerable influence in the Anglican Church.

If the church planned to be built before is completed, it will also be managed by Anglican monks.

Therefore, there is the current Anglican nun Halle.

"Shit, you haven't given up on the church project yet?" the black aunt shouted again.

"It depends on Wayne's plan. Our church does not have the final say."

Harry had opened the door, and the living room was very empty, with only a few shelves left against the wall.

When I went to the bedroom, it was clean, and there was no bed board left.

However, there is heating, natural gas, and a water heater in the bathroom.

The aunt followed up casually, approached and looked at Harry, and said, "You look like a child, are you really a nun?"

Harry sighed and took out his health insurance card and Anglican nun card from his backpack.

"Hey, it's really from [-]." The aunt put down her guard completely, smiled and returned her ID to Harry, and said, "My name is Tata, and my daughter is Prika from Crown Point!"

Harry could hear that this Aunt Tata was very proud of her daughter.

But she had never heard of Prika's name.

Walk west out of the apartment, and within 100 meters is Crown Point.

That's another chaotic neighborhood next door to Bali Street.

"I just came here, and I don't know where I live. Aunt Tata must help me introduce Miss Prika!" Harley said with a smile.

"Plika is only 19 years old, younger than you," said the aunt.

Harry's expression stiffened for a moment.

Although Aunt Tata was a little talkative, she was very enthusiastic. Seeing that Harry didn't even have a bed, she immediately returned to her house and brought a folding single bed.

Before Harry could shy away hypocritically, she came over with another rubber mattress.

Her youngest daughter, eight-year-old black sister Nana, also moved in a round stool.

"This bed belongs to my son. He overfed a year ago and fell on the street and never woke up. The bed is left at home and no one sleeps, so it's better to give it to you." Tata sighed.

Hearing that it was the bed of a dead drug addict, Harry couldn't keep his smile on his face.

After barely coping with the night, Harley received a call to deliver the meal early the next morning.

She quickly got dressed, put on a black robe and a white hood nun's uniform, and ran out of the community. At the intersection of the main road and the alley of Bali Street, she saw a van of the Wayne Group.

"sister, only you?" The bearded driver frowned.

"Don't worry, I can handle it." Harry walked directly to the back door of the van.

"You don't even have a cart? Five hundred boxes of 330ml milk, five hundred sandwiches, how do you get them?" The driver kept saying, but he never left the driver's seat.

But Harry didn't count on him for help, unloading the milk box from the van and carrying it home.

"Hey, this trip weighs two or three hundred pounds, right? You are really strong!" The driver was surprised at first, and then complained: "You have to delay me for a long time to move like this."

Harry ignored him, and only trotted at a faster speed. Six or seven hundred catties of supplies were run three times in less than a quarter of an hour.

In this way, the beard kept telling her that she must prepare a cart tomorrow.

"Ah, Sister Diana, the commissary is open again. Are you going to sell breakfast this time?" Aunt Tata asked, leaning against the door in her pajamas when she heard the movement.

"Look at the label on the box, the Wayne Group's 'Martha Charity Fund', distributed free to children and women in need.

Aunt Tata, you are well-connected, please help me spread the word first. ' said Harry, busy.

Of course she is a nun with a mission.

Martha's original rescue plan was to provide women and children with a full range of charitable services such as medical care, health inspections, food, basic education, leisure and entertainment.

Now that the church is not built, it can only start with the most basic food.

In the name of "Santa Martha", it is Halle's job to distribute 500 milk and sandwiches in the community every day.

In fact, in the United States, relief stations that can receive food are very common.

It's not that the Americans are kinder, but the gap between the rich and the poor is too big. Only by feeding the poor will they not rebel against the rich.

Listening to Harry handing out free milk and sandwiches at this moment, Aunt Tata didn't even look excited, and swarmed up with her little daughter.

She just gave a flat "Oh".

Not long after, the phone at Harry's house rang again.

"Mother Tata, I put things at the window, you help me stare first."

This time, the Anglican Church brought her [-] Bibles, various Gospels, a large box of Anglican propaganda brochures, a bronze statue of Jesus, a ceramic statue of the Virgin Mary, a number of small crosses, and a baptismal sanctuary. A pool (that is, a basin).

In addition to these church supplies, there are also brand new Dell computers, HP printers and other office supplies.

They are all sponsored by the Anglican Church from major companies, and they are considered "standard equipment" for the clergy.

"Diana sister, you must remember to take more photos or videos of helping citizens and organizing their services."

Before leaving, the staff who delivered the supplies warned.

Harry glanced at the Sony camera and asked with a blank face, "Who did you send it to? What's the use?"

"Promote the church in the society, and promote yourself in the church. If the video is good, we will also use the relationship to buy you space in the mainstream media." The man said of course.

After Harley moved all her belongings home, the surrounding neighbors finally believed her identity.

"Your family is too small, where can you build a church?" Aunt Tata enthusiastically helped distribute food.

Well, there are already quite a few people queuing up to get food.

The Americans are a little reserved in this regard, they don't jump in the queue, and they rarely take advantage of them deliberately.

If there is no shortage of food at home, they usually seldom go to the relief station to pick up food.

Harry looked at the team, and it turned out that there were only women and children, not a man, and they didn't take more, each one took one.

Some people unpacked them on the spot before they got home, and ate a lot, apparently really hungry.

"The house opposite is the chapel," she said.

A few women with the "Christ" food stayed behind to help Harry decorate the chapel.

The room is quite spacious, with a large single room of 50 square meters. The cross of Jesus and the statue of St. Mary are placed in front of the window. The banner of the Anglican Church is hung above it.

The believers dip a little water in a copper basin, draw a cross on their chests, and then stand under the icon to pray, or Halle stands on it and recites a verse.
The conditions are poor, and it can only be like this now.

This is not a real church, but only a community service point of the church.

To Harry's surprise, as soon as she hung the cross at the entrance of the chapel, a group of good men and women came over.

"Today is not Sunday, there is no evangelistic meeting, and you pray to Jesus yourself. The statue of Jesus is from the Episcopal Church, consecrated by Father Hamas of the Upper East Side, and it is very effective." Halle lay on her "commissary" window and shouted out.

"Sister, don't you accept sinners' repentance?" cried an old Latino woman.

Confession generally requires a priest.

In Hong Kong and European and American films, there are often scenes where the protagonist seeks a priest to repent.

That is, in a small closed room, telling the priest next door about his sins.

"The church is small, and I'm the only one. I won't accept 'repentance' for the time being. If you have to repent, you can whisper to Jesus. The Lord is all-powerful and will definitely hear your heartfelt voices." Harry told her.

Accepting confession is a waste of time.

Bringing everyone to worship, once a week is enough.

But if she accepts the task of repentance, everyone may come and pour "dirty water" on her, and she will talk for an hour, and then she will softly appease the other party with such a tossing, where will she find time to improve herself?

"But I also have a high-level business that other churches don't have, exorcism! Well, I am an exorcism nun who has been blessed by heaven, and exorcism is my main business."

Harry's face was serious, looking a little cute, but very unconvincing.

The believers looked at each other, a little overwhelmed.

(End of this chapter)