"This is it."

When York was able to keep her daughter safe, Peggy was quickly taken to a room, where she took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions as she watched the crowd follow.

"The priest was the only one to go in, and I didn't want too many people to disturb my poor daughter."

Hearing this, York looked at Ed and the others behind him, "You guys start setting up the scene first." ”

Ed understood, "Okay, Father York. With that, he took Morris and Drew downstairs.

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

"Drew, you go and move all the equipment, be careful, don't make a noise about Rowling, she hasn't slept so peacefully in a long time."

"I understand, Mr. Eddard."

“.”

York withdrew his gaze and looked at Peggy.

Peggy pursed her lips and silently twisted the doorknob to open it.

As the door opened, the first thing that caught his eye was a picture that made York's heart feel very uncomfortable.

In a dim, small room, there is nothing on the four walls of the house, but these four walls are full of useless crosses, of all types.

Looking deeper into the room, there was only a bed and a little girl of twelve years old sitting on the bed.

She turned her back to the door, facing the window that had long been closed, and even though the door had already caused a stir, she did not turn around, and sat alone.

And these crosses are like a cage, enclosing her, and the overall picture is like a bird that has always been free, trapped in a cage.

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

However, Peggy did not wait for an answer, and the Janet she spoke of sat on the bed like this, her shoulders only moved, and she didn't even turn around, and the thin figure had no vitality at all.

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

"Well, it's fine." York stepped into the room, grabbed the door, and turned to face Peggy.

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

Peggy looked at her lonely, bedside daughter with a hesitant expression.

"This ......"

"I'll just talk for a moment," Yorkes soothed, "and I thought maybe I could get Janet back to the old days." ”

"Okay, okay." Peggy glanced inside the room again, hesitantly withdrawing her hand.

"Thank you." Yorks smiled softly and closed the door.

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

York turned, glanced around the crosses on the four walls with a nonchalant expression, and walked slowly towards Janet.

"Son, can I sit next to you?"

York stopped and looked at the protagonist Janet next to the bed.

A girl who seemed to be active and cute had now become depressed and expressionless, like the depressed patients he had seen in his previous life when he was in the hospital.

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

"Well, since you don't speak, then I'll take you as you agree."

As he spoke, Yorks sat down next to Janet and joined her in facing the window, which had been sealed by a wooden frame.

The sunlight shines through the small cracks in the wooden frame, and although it is small, if you look closely, you can pierce the eyes.

"Kid, you know what, I know you're different, you are born to see other things, and you can see things that others can't."

As he spoke, York didn't hear Janet's answer, but he didn't care, staring at the sunlight in the small slit and continuing.

"Actually, I can see it just like you, so I know how you feel, and I know how helpless it is when others don't believe it.

Son, we are all the same people, and I feel the same way. ”

As if recalling the memories of this life, Yorkie smiled a little nostalgically and continued to speak softly.

"There was a glowing man who helped me, so do you need help? Kid, I thought, you can try to trust me, trust me that I can really help you......"

When the words fell, York didn't say a word, just waited quietly, and watched Janet look at the window, believing that Janet would speak.

The room was silent for a long time, and at last a small, cautious inquiry rang out.

"Father, can you really see it?"

York looked down at Janet next to her, stared at her expectant eyes, and smiled softly.

"Of course, it's because I can see that I'm here to help you."

Janet looked up, her immature face finally changed, but then she immediately lowered her head, as if she had just stepped out of the critical line, and quickly shrank back.

York's face showed pity, and he looked around the crosses hanging on the four walls and the evil haze wandering around, which made people feel depressed because of the manifestation of the haze itself, and at the same time represented that the room was a place where something evil frequented.

"Kid, since you don't want to say, can I ask you some questions?"

Janet didn't say anything more, and York asked.

"Do you think these crosses are useful?"

"Nope." Janet lowered her head, her voice trembling a little.

"It still comes every night."

"It?" York raised an eyebrow, noticing the difference in the word, and more seriously, he thought it might be more than just Bill Wilkins.

"Pointing yes?"

However, Janet's sister-in-law turned off again.

Despite this, Yorkes was still very patient.

He knew that Janet, who was only twelve years old with a psychic physique, was going through a terrible state of fear.

The only thing he can do is convince the other person of his abilities and that he can really help.

"Son, do you believe in light?" York looked at Janet, who still didn't answer, just looked down at the floor.

"Believe it or not, might as well look up? Trust me, you'll see something different, incredible. ”

York's tone at this time was like coaxing a real child, but fortunately, it worked.

Janet seemed to be mentally prepared again, and looked up cautiously, and then she froze straight there, her eyes reflecting flowers.

Seeing Janet's dull and wide-eyed appearance, coupled with the fact that the incantation he had just recited silently in his heart had just subsided, York smiled and looked at his outstretched palm,

"Kid, I'm not wrong, am I?"

Through the Exorcio, a system-like converter, a white flower made of magic appears on his palm with its own dangerous light.

[One mana used]

Yorks squinted and smiled, he really guessed correctly, this little sister-in-law's talent is really not ordinarily strong, strong enough to see his magic transformed by spells.

"So, do you want to see anything more incredible?"

(End of chapter)