Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 91-Light

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When Yorks was able to guarantee the safety of her daughter, Peggy quickly led to a room. She took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions and looked at the people who followed her.

"Only the priest can go in alone. I don't want too many people to disturb my poor daughter."

Hearing this, Yorks looked at Ed and the others behind him, "Let's start setting up the scene first."

Ed understood the meaning, "Okay, Father Yorks." After speaking, he took Morris and Drew downstairs.

It didn't take long for their busy voices to be heard downstairs.

"Drew, go and move all the equipment here, be careful, don't disturb Rowling, she hasn't slept so peacefully for a long time."

"I understand, Mr. Ed."

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Yorks withdrew his gaze and looked at Peggy.

Peggy pursed her lips, turned the doorknob silently, and opened the door.

As the door opened, the first thing that came into view was a picture that was enough to make Yorks feel very uncomfortable.

In the dim, small room, it could be called a home with only four walls, without anything, but these four walls are full of useless crosses, of all types.

Looking into the depths of the room, there is only a bed and a 12-year-old girl sitting on the bed.

She turned her back to the door and faced the closed window. Even though the door had caused movement, she didn't turn around and just sat alone.

And these crosses surrounded her like a cage, and the overall sense of the picture was like a bird that had always been free, trapped in a cage.

"Janet," Peggy said distressedly, "the priest in the church has come to see you."

However, Peggy didn't wait for an answer. The Janet she was talking about just sat on the bed, her shoulders only moved, and she didn't even turn around. The thin figure had no vitality at all.

Peggy turned to Yorks and subconsciously explained, "Father Yorks, she may be a little tired..."

"Well, it's okay." Yorks stepped forward into the room, grabbed the door, and turned to face Peggy.

"Ms. Peggy, can I talk to Janet myself?"

Peggy looked at her daughter who was lonely and sitting on the edge of the bed, with a hesitant expression.

"This……"

"I'll just chat for a while," Yorks said soothingly, "I thought maybe I could bring Janet back to the old days."

"Okay, okay." Peggy glanced into the room again, and withdrew her hand hesitantly.

"Thank you." Yorks smiled gently and closed the door smoothly.

With a click, the room became darker again, and the darkness inexplicably became more depressing, hiding a great horror.

Yorks turned around, glanced at the crosses on the four walls nonchalantly, and then walked slowly towards Janet.

"Son, can I sit next to you?"

Yorks stopped and looked at the protagonist Janet beside the bed.

A girl who was supposed to be lively and cute, now she has become depressed, with no expression on her face, just like the depressed patients he saw in the hospital in his previous life.

Janet didn't answer, she didn't even move her eyes, she just stared at the window.

"Well, since you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement."

Yorks said, and sat down next to Janet automatically, facing the window that had already been sealed by wooden frames with her.

The sunlight shines in through the small cracks in the wooden frame. Although it is small, if you look carefully, it can hurt your eyes.

"Son, do you know, actually I know you are different, you are born to see other things, and you can also see things that others can't see."

While speaking, Yorks didn't hear Janet's answer, but he didn't care, and continued talking while staring at the sunlight in the small crack.

"Actually, I can see it just like you, so I know how you feel and how helpless it is when others don't believe it.
We are all the same, boy, and I feel the same way. "

As if recalling the memories of this life, Yorks smiled nostalgicly, and continued to speak in a gentle voice.

"Back then, a person who was shining all over helped me, so do you need help? Child, I think, you can try to believe in me, believe that I can really help you..."

After the words fell, Yorks didn't say another word, just stayed quietly, watching the window with Janet, he believed that Janet would speak.

The whole room was silent for a long time, and finally a very small and cautious question sounded.

"Father, can you really see?"

Yorks looked down at Janet next to her, staring at her expectant eyes, and smiled gently.

"Of course, it is precisely because I can see that I am here to help you."

Janet raised her head, and her immature face finally changed, but then she immediately lowered her head, as if she had just stepped out at the critical line, and then quickly retracted.

Yorks showed pity on his face. He looked around at the crosses hanging on the walls and the evil smog wandering around. What made people feel depressing was the performance brought by the smog itself, and it also represented that this room was A place frequented by something evil.

"Son, since you don't want to talk, can I ask you some questions?"

Janet didn't say anything more, and Yorks kept asking.

"Do you think these crosses are useful?"

"No." Janet lowered her head, her voice trembling.

"It still comes every night."

"It?" Yorks raised his eyebrows. He noticed the difference in the word. To be honest, he thought it might not just refer to that Bill Wilkins.

"Pointing to?"

However, the little girl Janet fell silent again.

Even so, Yorks was still very patient in his heart,

He knew that the 12-year-old Janet, who had a psychic physique, was experiencing dire fear.

The only thing he can do is to make the other party believe in his ability and believe that he can really help.

"Child, do you believe in light?" Yorks looked at Janet who still didn't answer, but looked down at the floor.

"Believe it or not, you might as well look up? Believe me, you will see something different and incredible."

Yorks' tone at this time was as if he was coaxing a real child, but luckily it was effective.

Janet seemed to have made enough mental preparations again, raised her head cautiously, and then she froze there directly, with flowers reflected in her eyes.

Seeing Janet's dazed and wide-eyed look, and the spell that he just silently recited in his heart has just subsided, Yorks smiled and looked at his outstretched palm,
"Son, am I right?"

Through Exorcio (exorcism), a converter similar to the system, a white flower composed of magic power appeared on his palm, blooming with its dangerous light.

[A bit of magic has been used]
Yorks squinted his eyes and smiled, he guessed right, this little girl's talent is really not ordinary, strong enough to see the magic power transformed by his spell.

"So, do you want to see something even more incredible?"

(End of this chapter)