"But it's not necessarily, it may be a matter of quantity."

Yorks muttered to himself staring at the five-point value consumed by this action, staring at the real-time stereogram in his mind, and continued to increase his strength.

After going through various tests, he has long studied the four categories of properties on the panel very thoroughly.

As he expected, when ten points were consumed above the value, the cabinet in the corner suddenly clicked open out of thin air at his will.

The corners of York's mouth hooked, staring straight into the open cabinet like a god's eye, and the secret door inside automatically opened when no one was around, revealing the suitcase inside.

In the next second, the suitcase suddenly floated up, and under York's will, it quickly flew out of the room, and then the door opened until York's eyes were in front of York's eyes.

"So the imagination should be a little richer, and the places that can be operated will become more ......"

Yorkes grinned, didn't move, and the suitcase that controlled the air was placed on the table, and it opened automatically with a click, and both rooms moved.

In the next room, the secret door is connected to the cabinet door, and the door closes automatically.

Bang!

The same goes for the door to York's room.

All of this happens automatically when no one is around, and if anyone sees it, I'm afraid it's like seeing a ghost.

"It's just through the way of stereograms, the consumption is too large and it can't be used often."

Yorkes rubbed his eyebrows, from 75 to 55, and looked at the three-dimensional picture in his mind thoughtfully.

He suddenly thought of a way to fight, if the real-time stereo map with a total range of fifty meters was expanded by one thousand meters, would he be able to control the Holy Hand Grenade to explode others out of thin air within a range of one thousand meters centered on him? In this way, he can both get out of the range of the explosion and take it by surprise.

Thinking of this, York looked down at all the munitions in front of him, and a glint flowed in his eyes.

Not only that, but he seems to be able to get rid of the limitations of his hands and control these guns out of thin air to get a machine gun......

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, and York, who had just found another way to fight, turned his head to look in the direction of the gate.

In the three-dimensional image that was being generated in his mind, he saw the figures of Lady Camille and Bellamy slowly walking through the door.

At this moment, Yorks thought of Bellamy's illness and immediately stood up.

The closed door opened silently and automatically as he walked.

York walked out, and the door that was wide open behind him closed with a sudden slam of its own, and the buckle inside snapped up automatically, cutting off the munitions that were everywhere inside.

[Ten Spiritual Points Used]

Bellamy looked up at her mother: she wondered why there was no one in the church.

Ms. Camille remembered the notice in the group chat, and she stroked the top of Bellamy's head.

"There was an event organized by the church today, so there was no one."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ms. Camille saw a flash of disappointment in her daughter, and then smiled lovingly.

"Of course, if Robert is not there, the church is still open, and Father York will most likely be there."

Bellamy's face turned happy, and before she could say anything, the familiar voice sounded in her ears.

"Ms. Camille, Bellamy?"

Bellamy suddenly turned his little face to look at the source of the sound, where the priest who walked out of the path with the Bible in his hand was not Father York or whoever it was.

"Father York!"

Bellamy let go of her mother's hand and ran over with a look of surprise on her face.

She looked very happy, which made Ms. Camille smile as well.

She hadn't seen Bellamy so excited in a long time.

And in York's eyes, the little man, with blond hair scattered over her shoulders and a lovely hair ornament, her pink skirt flicking and flicking as she ran awkwardly.

It's all associated with the word cute, and York grinned, stepped forward a few steps, and reached out to hug the cute little Lori who jumped up.

"Long time no see, Bellamy."

……………

"Do you feel strange to Bellamy once in a while? Still feel like Bellamy has changed into a different person? ”

York, who took all the things that Ms. Camille had brought, squinted at Bellamy, who had slept in Ms. Camille's arms because of the playaround and fatigue after the test, and looked at the cross around her neck, but did not perceive anything.

Ms. Camille thought back to the events of the previous night and said seriously.

"Yes, Father."

She stared at York, worried.

"Could it be that something dirty is attached to Bellamy?"

"It's hard to say, wait until I read the test data you brought, and then make a conclusion."

York responded, his gaze moving to something in his hand, and his tone was gentle.

"If there's anything dirty, I'll get rid of it, Ms. Camille, don't worry, it's actually my specialty."

If it were an ordinary priest, Ms. Camille would have been ashamed to speak out, and subconsciously thought that she was a liar, but from the tone of Father York's voice, she felt that what the priest said was true.

Maybe it's because they're acquaintances, Ms. Camille thought.

At this point, Yorkes had already finished reading the first one and saw the second.

This is all the doctor's judgment.

At a glance, Yorkes gave two words professional, putting himself in his shoes, if he was still a doctor in his previous life, he might have given the same judgment.

This is all based on Bellamy's strange behaviors, such as Bellamy's statement that the bed moves, and a series of behaviors in Ms. Camille's mouth.

That's perfectly fine, but on second thought, if Ms. Camille had no money, I'm afraid it's another way of saying it.

So, York looked directly at the electroencephalogram and other examination materials, but also glanced at the sleeping Bellamy with a loving eye.

Cervical puncture, angiography and other examinations, this little Lori endured it all without saying a word.

As a result, I flipped through a few images, but these pains were completely in vain, and all the tests proved that there was no problem with Bellamy's body and brain, and even the mental test was also no problem.

Of course, York also understands the doctor's practice and the notice to take medicine to continue to observe, if there is no mental and physical problem, then they can basically think in the direction of the supernatural, but they dare not think about it, and the profession cannot let them think about it, materialism is generally these people.

"Questions? Father York? As if sensing something strange about the priest's expression, Ms. Camille asked.

York looked at Bellamy, who was sleeping soundly, and sighed.

"Ms. Camille, can you let me go to your house?"

Ms. Camille's eyes widened, and from the attitude of the priest, she already knew the answer.

"So there's really something dirty?"

"Probably, no one is a sudden change for no reason, you and I both know Bellamy's character, she is a sensible child."

At this, York paused, then calmly.

"Since the hospital can't find anything wrong, it's very likely that Bellamy was affected by something or temporarily occupied by a presence, and my conclusion is that you have something dirty in your house......"

(End of chapter)