Immediately after the feast, the priest's ritual of exorcism was prepared, and Mr. Nehlet, who returned afterwards, had no objection to the old-fashioned Hancock, but did not look very fanatical and reverent, but only somewhat noncommittal.

The priest suggested that the ceremony should take place in the bedroom of the mad Isabel, where it was easier for the demons to show his tracks, and neither the Nehlets nor Hancock objected, and when several of the proponents of the ghost possession said they wished to be able to watch, they calmly agreed.

It was Mr. Ploch who made the most noise, and he shouted at Isabel's gate, "You can't all come in, there's no such big place here, and it's very rude, she's just a little girl!" There are no demons at all! ”

"Get out of the way, Ploxy." Mr. Nehlet said as if helplessly: "This is for the good of your niece, do you want her to go crazy like this?" ”

Then he turned his head to a few people and smiled a little apologetically and said, "He is my wife's elder brother, and his spirit was stimulated a little in the early years, and he is a little crazy, so don't mind." ”

"But the little girl's bedroom is not big enough, it really can't stand so many people, it's better to let the housekeeper take her to my bedroom, where the place can be bigger, and it won't crowd you."

Of course, the people gladly agreed, and were led by the servant through the corridor to the man's bedroom.

In the Catholic cultural circle, after marriage, the male and female hosts sleep in separate rooms, and the bedrooms of the male and female hostesses are quite luxurious, and Mr. Nehlet's bedroom is no exception, and the inner bedroom alone is about the size of the dining room.

To Schiller's surprise, as he walked to the master bedroom, the tall man named Hancock deliberately walked a few steps slower, landed beside him, and asked in a dull tone, "I heard you're a doctor?" What department are you from? ”

"Cardiac surgery, I am a chief surgeon in cardiac surgery, and I am best at pediatric extracardiac treatment." Schiller replied.

"So you're here for Sherlock?"

"I've only heard that your mansion is in some trouble, and as for which son and lady it is, I won't be so offensive to investigate." Schiller looked ahead, didn't even look at Hancock, and said calmly.

Hancock seemed very pleased with this answer, and quickened his pace to catch up with the large group, while Schiller glanced at his back and smiled.

Batman also took a few steps slower and landed next to Schiller, saying, "Something is wrong, isn't it?" Something is wrong with this family. ”

Schiller looked at the backs of Hancock and Mr. Nehlet and said, "I can only say that antisocial personality and psychopathology are not inherited through blood, but they can be nurtured and learned, and children will learn the same." ”

"You think they're psychopaths?" Batman didn't ask any more questions, but went on to say, "But they don't fit the psychopathic traits very well." ”

"No patient will get sick according to the textbook." Schiller gently straightened the knot of his tie and said, "They will never realize that what gives them an advantageous position, that allows them to be above the spirit of others, the so-called wealth, position, and reputation, is fragile and pitiful." ”

Batman felt a hint of coldness from Schiller's tone, but there was no anger mixed in with it, just a bottomless coldness.

"Art is not to burn a sword red and smash it, but to forge a useless piece of scrap metal into a knife that will cut through every mask with a sharp blade, and show the self-righteous and high-ranking people how stupid and short-sighted they have been."

Schiller quickened his pace and walked to the front row of everyone, while the fallen Batman looked at his back, and he had the sense that things were at a subtle juncture, and that everything was just the calm sight of the storm coming.

As they entered the master bedroom, Isabel was lying on the bed with a pale face, and it was not the first time Schiller had seen her, but it was the first time he had seen her up close.

It was a little girl carved in pink, and although her pale face and bloodless lips made her look more like a lifeless doll, they could not hide her delicate features inherited from her mother.

Mrs. Nehlet could no longer hold back her tears when she saw her daughter's appearance, and she sat on the edge of the bed and wept quietly, and Mr. Nehlet gently embraced her, patted her on the back to comfort her, and told her to leave for a while.

Madame Nehlet did not resist, but stood obediently at the head of the bed, and the crowd of onlookers was a little further away, except for the priest who stepped forward and poured the freshly mixed holy water into a white porcelain plate.

He took the cross and shook it on Isabel's forehead, muttered an ancient prayer in a low voice, dipped his fingers in holy water and smeared it on Isabel's forehead, then on her chest and wrist.

At first, Isabel didn't react, but soon she woke up a little dazed, and saw so many people surrounding her, a strange man still holding all kinds of utensils in his hands, she was so frightened that she began to scream helplessly, and Mr. Nehlet hurriedly stepped forward to reassure: "Don't be afraid, Isabel, the priest is performing an exorcism ritual for you, and it will be fine soon." ”

Isabel curled up at the head of the bed and began to scream again with inexplicable meaning, making everyone think she couldn't speak at all, but Schiller knew she would.

Suddenly, Isabel leaned up on her neck and let out a whirring exhale, and then kept scratching her fingers on the side of her neck as if it were itchy.

"The holy water has worked." Someone shouted, "The demon seems to be burning, he will be burned to death by the power of holy water!" ”

Isabel's movements grew louder and louder, scratching and kicking her legs, her mouth constantly screaming, and she went from scratching her neck to scratching her cheeks.

Suddenly, a large strong hand grabbed her wrist, and Isabel looked up to see a slightly familiar face.

Schiller grabbed Isabelle's wrist tightly, everyone was startled by his sudden rush over, and the bystanders were just about to scold, Schiller said in a calm tone: "This is an acute allergy, go get allergy medicine immediately!" ”

Everyone was a little confused and hesitant, but the priest was stunned for a moment, looked down at the holy water in his hand, and then said to Mr. Nehlet on the other side: "Please go and get the medicine, sir, the situation seems to be a little wrong, the devil's reaction to the holy water is not like this." ”

The authorities spoke, and the chatter of the crowd calmed down a little, and Mrs. Nehlet, looking at her trembling daughter, let out a scream, and shouted to the butler: "Go and get the allergy medicine!" ”

The butler hurried out, and Schiller did not miss a moment of the expressions of the three opposites, and sure enough, when Mrs. Nehlet spoke, a trace of vague dissatisfaction crossed the eyes of the tall man named Hancock.

The allergy medicine was quickly delivered, but fortunately, although it was an acute allergic reaction, the allergy was not serious, only some symptoms of suffocation and itching all over the body, Schiller melted the pill with warm water and poured it into Isabel.

During the feeding process, he saw through Isabel's neckline that she had some red rashes on her body, which should have been caused by an allergic reaction, but there was a bruise on her back that looked like it had been left for a long time, as if it had been hit somewhere.

Schiller cautiously withdrew his gaze, but took the towel from the butler's hand and wiped Isabel's sweat, and Mrs. Nehlet finally couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and she said, "Thank you, doctor, thank you, I don't know why this always happens to my children, God......"

"What the hell is going on?" Hancock looked at the priest and asked, "Why is Isabel allergic to holy water?" ”

The priest did not answer immediately, but stared at the pale Isabel for a while and said, "I used a local water source and did not add anything else, I suspect that the dust on the utensils or some special substance caused her allergies." ”

Hancock sighed and said, "This could have had a chance to save her, but it was such a coincidental misfortune......"

"Can you please think of another way?" Mr. Nehlet looked at the priest and said very sincerely: "As long as I can save my daughter, the Nehlet family will provide a good reward, and we are willing to do our part for your church." ”

The priest's gaze never took off Isabel's face, and his expression showed a hint of complexity, but he nevertheless said: "I'm afraid there is nothing I can do, gentlemen, I will go to church and pray for her." ”

With that, he turned and left, and the farce ended more than an hour later.

Before returning to his room, Schiller heard the servants who were already at the entrance to the porch say: "What a poor child, who is not willing to save her, and who is suddenly allergic to holy water, is not it a sign that God has turned his back on her?" ”

"Maybe there is no demon, but this child has done something that displeased God, maybe she didn't pray, and the daughter of the Nehlet family has become an outcast, Sir and Madame must be very sad, right?"

Schiller listened silently for a while, then returned to the room, and after a while he called the butler, and said, "May I ask which room the priest lives in?" I have some interest in local educational classics, and I want to ask him for advice in person, but I wonder if he can take me there? ”

Soon someone led Schiller to the door of the priest's room, and the priest failed to exorcise the demons, and it was supposed that he was already packing his things and preparing to leave, but when Schiller knocked on his door, he found that the priest was arranging his clothes and utensils.

Hearing Schiller's intention, the priest sighed, opened the door and let Schiller in, and before Schiller could say, the priest nodded and said, "I know it's not a dust allergy, it's my dereliction of duty that someone added something to the holy water." ”

"That kid wasn't forsaken by God." The priest turned around a little awkwardly and said, "But she was indeed abandoned." ”

"And you feel like there's nothing you can do."

The priest turned around and looked at Schiller with clear eyes, and Schiller looked at him and said, "I understand the feeling, I and the other medical staff saved a child with congenital heart disease with an almost perfect operation, God couldn't have been better for him, everything went so well." ”

"He died on the third day after the successful operation because his parents' property dispute had him taken out of the hospital early, and three minutes after the instrument was turned off, he had no vital signs."

"I also felt powerless at that time." Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "I'm done my career as a surgeon." ”

The priest's eyes were filled with tears, and he began to draw a cross on his chest, praying with his mouth, but shaking his head constantly.

But Schiller's eyes suddenly changed, and he stepped forward.

The priest's eyes froze, and he took two steps back as if he realized something, and then he heard Schiller say in a low voice:

Twelve hours after their child's death, the parents who came to claim the body were so grieved that they jumped from the ninth floor of the hospital...... And I became a psychiatrist. ”