Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 141 Times have changed
Superman, a hero product from the United States in the previous life, has super strength, super hearing, super perception, thermal eye rays and other abilities.

Even because of the abnormal recovery and regeneration ability of its cells, Superman can remain young forever and is not affected by disease and injury, so he can be called immortal.

Carefully experience the changes in the body and recall the general impression of Superman.Yorks thought of his four attributes.

The four types of attribute physique he possesses, life, spirit, and magic power, have always been linked to various attributes and abilities. When a certain attribute is enhanced, it will cause a chain reaction, driving the growth of other abilities.

Don't compare everything. In comparison, these abilities are very similar to Superman's abilities.

Constitution links strength, agility and other abilities.

The extra points of health can also make his cells have the ability to restore and regenerate like Superman, and it can also make him younger.

Not to mention the mind power ability brought after the spirit breaks through [-]...

Given time to develop, he could indeed become a new generation of alternative Superman, and if given enough time to develop, he might be better than Superman.

"That's not bad." Yorks thought to himself, his eyelids fluttering slightly.

At this time, what Yorks didn't know was that his destructive power was being reflected in the eyes of Jeffrey and others who had just entered the building.

Except for Jeffrey, who already had a certain concept of extraordinary, the rest of the police officers, including Baker, who knew about Yorks, were all dumbfounded.

In their eyes, the whole building is already in ruins, and there are dilapidated and dilapidated scenes everywhere.

The bottom is full of potholes and wreckage, and the upper floors are gone, there is only a huge hollow, and some remaining bricks and stones fall from time to time...

"We can't stay here any longer!"

After taking a look at it, Jeffrey made a decisive decision and led everyone out of the Reed apartment building, which can be defined as a dangerous building.

As soon as he came out, he was also busy. The first thing to do was to block the news, block off this area to ensure that no one knew the truth in this building.

"Pull up the cordon, put up a warning sign, and no one is allowed to approach."

"understand!"

"..."

After giving the order and looking at his subordinates who were running around, Jeffrey sat back at the rear of the police car, pulled out his mobile phone and dialed a call to report the situation to the officer who had been waiting for news.

"Hey!"

A deep voice came from the phone.

Jeffrey looked straight.

"Report! Sir."

"..."

The last written folder is put into the location where there are already many folders.

It has York's name on it.

In a short while, this folder will be delivered to its proper place.

Of course, this matter has nothing to do with Yorks, even if he knew about it, he would not take it to heart.

For Yorks, he just solved another supernatural event.

In front of a detached villa.

Yorks looked at Brother Kenny who sent him and Irene home, and said softly.

"Brother Kenny, I will write the report on this matter."

Hearing this, Brother Kenny nodded, "Okay, Father."

"Ah."

Yorks patted the roof of the car and smiled gently, "Go back, you've worked hard."

"It's my honor to be able to do things for you, Father Yorks." Brother Kenny looked at the burly priest with a serious expression on his face.

Hearing this, Yorks smiled and didn't respond. He picked up the increasingly shriveled backpack and took a step back.

Brother Kenny glanced at the novice nun next to him, then released the brake pads and stepped on the accelerator pedal, drove the car away, and disappeared in front of the two of them.

Seeing the tail lights disappear, Yorks glanced at Irene who seemed to be a little embarrassed after Brother Kenny left, and walked towards his own villa.

"come in."

Eileen was carrying another backpack, and hurriedly followed behind the priest. She secretly looked at the surroundings of the house, and still couldn't help but wonder.

"Father, is this your house?"

"Ah."

Yorks responded, took out the key and inserted it into the lock of the doorknob.

"Are you wondering why I don't live in a church?"

It’s okay not to mention, but once I said it, Irene was really curious. The church has many exclusive houses, so priests usually choose to live in the church, and the same is true for the deacons, nuns and monks who accompany them.

"A bit."

Yorks smiled and pushed open the main door, picked up his backpack and walked in. From the beginning to the end, he could actually feel the trainee nun's thoughts from Irene's expression.

"You'll know when you come in, times have changed, Erin."

With that said, Yorks who had already walked in continued to speak.

"Turn on the light, Netia."

It's time to give this little nun who has been living in a convent a technological shock.

"Okay, sir." A soft female voice sounded from inside.

Hearing the conversation, Irene took off her shoes and followed in, and asked cautiously,
"Anyone else here? Father."

"No, this is a technological product of an intelligent system."

"kindness?"

Irene's slender eyebrows frowned in doubt, and she was about to say something, but what happened next made her stay where she was with her backpack in her arms,

In an instant, one after another headlights suddenly turned on automatically, illuminating everything in front of her eyes and making her eyes widen.

A gorgeous chandelier hangs from the high ceiling. The chandelier is emitting a soft and warm light, illuminating the entire space.

Spacious, bright and clean living room.

Sophisticated sofa and coffee table.

Big TV.

There are also several paintings and decorative artworks on the walls, etc.
It all seems very...

Erin couldn't put it into words, but she did start to feel a little stage fright.

This was different from the seemingly exquisite space of the church, which left her with nowhere to go, especially the soft carpet in front of her, which looked so expensive.

"come in."

Yorks looked back at the hesitant Irene and smiled.

"Used to it."

"..."

Irene looked at the living room and the soft carpet under her feet, then at the priest with encouraging eyes, took a deep breath, and began to step on the carpet tentatively.

A kind of softness and comfort, as if injecting a feeling of meticulous care into her feet, came from the soles of her feet.

Erin grabbed her backpack and began to understand what the priest said just now, why he didn't live in church.

"Is it okay?" Yorks smiled.

"Ah."

Erin pursed her lips and nodded silently.

"That's good, you can familiarize yourself with the environment first, or just sit on the sofa casually, and I will find a way to arrange you in a few days."

Yorks smiled, and reached out to grab the backpack in her arms, but the little nun seemed to have not reacted, and hugged her very tightly, from which she could tell that the other party was so stiff.

"Don't be so nervous, you can treat it as your own home here." Yorks comforted him softly.

"Uh." Irene came back to her senses, quickly let go of the backpack and let the priest take it away, then secretly observed the living room again, and said in a low voice.

"Yes, Father."

……

……

"It's still far away."

Through the real-time stereogram in his mind, seeing Irene carefully sitting on the sofa, Yorks hooked his mouth, opened the secret door of the basement and walked down.

Same as above, no need for him to do anything, the lights will automatically turn on, illuminating the entire basement.

Such a convenient feature alone is enough to make him abandon the choice of living in a church.

Without him, times have changed.

I scanned the shelves in the basement, and then glanced at Annabelle who was quietly waiting in the corner and the spiritual carriers around her.

Nothing happened, Yorks dropped all his backpacks and walked slowly in another direction with his small bag.

Finally, he stopped in front of a set of tables and chairs, and while Yorks sat down, he also took out the records and books from the small bag.

"So what the hell are you?"

Finally seeing the whole picture of the book, Yorks squinted his eyes and began to trace the root of the Bridget incident...

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