Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 82 fruitless
The sound of Lutz's footsteps gradually drifted away, and in the gorgeous church filled with gentle candlelight, only Yorks, who was conscientiously completing the daily fixed tasks, was left, as always, talking about what he had done.

This is the fastest way to succeed that he found after various explorations.

If it is routine prayer, such as reciting scriptures, etc., it will take the longest time. He will not learn and be able to do it like those devout believers who pray for hours every time they pray.

At the same time, he also suspects that the old man Jesus above seems to prefer listening to stories rather than praising Him or something. Maybe this is the loneliness that God feels after reaching omnipotence.

Of course, all of this is his guesswork, and it does not prevent him from completing the task until he becomes invincible...

After talking about simply exorcising evil spirits today, when I came here along the way, a familiar reminder sounded in my ear.

[...]
[Prayer: Church Prayer (Completed)]
[Reward: Points +0.5 has been issued]
"Amen!"

Yorks opened his eyes, quietly looked at the statue of Jesus in front of him, and crossed himself on his chest.

He likes this aspect of fixed tasks: as long as the location is a church and a statue of Jesus, and he only needs to concentrate on praying to complete the daily fixed tasks.

The church is a huge organization, and its strongholds are like churches all over the world. No matter where he goes, as long as he works hard, he will not miss this 0.5 attribute point.

"I'm afraid you are the only one who prays here in the middle of the night, Yorks."

As soon as he finished his daily fixed tasks, Lutz also walked out from the dark path, still holding some information files in his hand.

Yorks kept staring at the statue of Jesus, without any change in tone,
"So I'm more devout than all of you."

"Well, I think so too," Lutz said as he walked, sitting next to the tall and strong priest.

"And pious enough to stab a cardinal to death in a church, eh? Yorks!"

Hearing this, Yorks' expression was still calm, although he had already remembered that night in his mind.

"I have a clear conscience."

Also thinking of this incident, Lutz sighed and handed over the information in his hand.

"Obviously you have other choices, even if your approach was the most correct at the time, but, York, you have to consider the views of those old guys."

Yorks took the documents, flipped through them, and smiled calmly,
"Why should I consider their opinion? I'm fine now? At worst, I'll quit the church."

This is really a bachelor, and Lutz's old wrinkled face couldn't help twitching, but he also felt that what he said was so reasonable that he couldn't find a chance to refute it.

"Okay, anyway, I'm not one of them, I just want to retire well."

Yorks didn't answer, but just looked at the information in front of him, turned to a new page, and frowned slightly.

"died?"

He also wanted to take a look at the Frenchman Francie Lunch, but he didn't expect to die, he died, and he died so badly.

Lutz knew what this meant, and he also cast his gaze on the photo clipped on the file, the photo of French Lunch's death.

"Well, the time of death was the night when the Warrens confirmed the fact of the supernatural, when I just wanted to exorcise it."

Yorks pursed his lips and remained silent, just staring at the photo above, staring at the tragic death of French Lunch on it, and silently turned the next page.

"After I got there, I didn't notice the existence of the evil spirits. I thought that the Warrens made a mistake in their judgment, and I only thought that Franchie Lunch was just suffering from some kind of mental illness.
Unexpectedly, the evil spirit on his body was transferred to the Warrens..."

Lutz was still talking over there, and Yorks had turned to the next page, but there was nothing new to discover.
The rest are all similar to some insignificant investigation reports, Francie Rinch's behavior and mental identification.

It might look like nothing the whole time,
But thinking of Rowling's unknown, he decided that the source of the unknown is not that simple. Unfortunately, this information alone cannot trigger random missions. To trigger random missions, more information must be known.

Yorks silently put together the documents,
"Father Lutz, have you checked where Francie Lunch has been?"

The first stage of a supernatural event, triggering medium and fuse.

If an ordinary person lives a good life according to the daily rules, there will generally be no supernatural events in his life.

But if there is a sudden change, travel or move, go to a place that has never been, then everything is possible.

However, Lutz rubbed his old hand and said a word calmly,

"Yorks, I'm getting old."

Yorks was silent for a while, remembering the other party's practice of letting others find the way first when he received the commission, and also remembered the evaluation of the old man in front of him in the church.

"Well, since the person is dead, I won't stay any longer."

With that said, Yorks got up and started to leave with the documents in hand.

Lutz didn't move, just straightened his body and faced the Jesus statue.

"Yorks, if you really want to track it down, you might as well find out where French Lunch came here from first."

Yorks didn't look back either, but left a sentence behind.

"I know."

The sound of steady footsteps gradually faded away.

Luz looked up at the statue of Jesus, and crossed himself calmly on his chest.

"Lord, I sincerely repent of my mistakes..."

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boom!
After closing the car door, Yorks glanced at St. Luz's Church, which had fallen back into darkness, stuffed the materials in his backpack, and then looked at the safe and sound Annabelle doll in the back seat and the carrier medium of the suitcase.

After suffering all the way, no, reciting, these sealed evil spirits may also begin to know their current situation.

Perceiving the weakness of the evil spirit inside, Yorks only felt that this was not enough, so he took out his mobile phone again and clicked on the recording software inside again.

"Let me listen to another song for you. This is a good song. It seems to be called the Bible..."

The murmured voice fell into the car, and there was a sudden movement in the back seat, and the glass cabinet sealing Annabelle's doll suddenly fell from the back seat...

With a smile on his face, Yorks found the recorded recording file, ignored the small movements in the back seat, and clicked on the icon of the play button.

In the next second, the bluetooth speaker that had been on the back seat started to play.

[If a person loves life and wants to enjoy good fortune, he must keep his tongue from speaking evil]

[Let your lips not speak deceit; turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it]
[...]
"Well, it's nice to listen to. The purpose of driving is to listen to music..."

Hearing some vague screams that seemed to be hallucinations, Yorks said this with emotion, shifted the gear with his right hand, stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, and controlled the steering wheel with his left hand, steering the car towards a certain direction .

(End of this chapter)