"But it's not necessarily the case, it might be an issue of quantity."
York muttered to himself as he stared at the real-time 3D map in his mind, further increasing the force after consuming five points of mental energy due to this action.
Having undergone various tests and experiments, he had already thoroughly studied the four major attributes on the panel.
Just as he had anticipated, when ten points were consumed, the cabinet in the corner opened on its own, following his will, with a snap.
York's lips curved up, watching the opened cabinet with a god-like perspective. In the absence of anyone, the secret door inside automatically opened, revealing a suitcase inside.
The next second, the suitcase abruptly levitated, flying out of the room under York's will and floated in front of him as the door that opened subsequently remained ajar.
"So, the imagination needs to be richer, the manipulable areas will become more extensive..."
York smirked, without moving, he controlled the floating suitcase to land on the desk, which automatically opened, and movements were made in both rooms.
In the adjacent room, the secret door, cabinet door, and room door all automatically closed.
Bang! The same happened with the room door in York's room.
All of this occurred automatically, in the absence of anyone, which would be akin to seeing a ghost if witnessed.
"Using the 3D map like this consumes too much and can't be used often."
York rubbed his temples, watching the value that had dropped from 75 to 55, pondering over the 3D map in his mind.
He suddenly thought of a way to fight. If the real-time 3D map that covers a total range of fifty meters could be expanded to a thousand meters, could he control holy grenades to explode others within a thousand-meter radius centered on him? This way, he could stay out of the explosion range and catch others by surprise.
Thinking of this, York looked down at all the munitions in front of him, a gleam of light passing through his eyes.
Not just that, he seemed to be able to break free from the limitations of his hands, controlling these guns to perform a machine gun fire...
The deeper he thought, the more battle methods York found, turning his head towards the direction of the door.
In the real-time 3D map forming in his mind, he saw the figures of Ms. Camille and Bellamy slowly walking into the doorway.
At that moment, York thought of Bellamy's illness and immediately stood up.
The tightly closed room door silently opened automatically as he approached it.
York walked out, and the wide-open room door behind him slammed shut automatically, locking itself, isolating the munitions scattered all over the room inside.
[10 points of mental energy used]
Bellamy looked up at her mom, wondering why there was no one in the church.
Ms. Camille then remembered the notification in the group chat, patting Bellamy's head.
"Today the church organized an event, so that's why it's empty."
Just as she finished speaking, Ms. Camille saw a flash of disappointment in her daughter's eyes, then spoke with affectionate laughter.
"Of course, if Robert isn't here, the church would still be open. Father York is likely to be around."
Bellamy's face lit up, not waiting to say anything, that familiar voice echoed in her ears.
"Ms. Camille, Bellamy?"
Bellamy quickly turned her head towards the source of the voice, where the priest holding the Bible walked out from the path, if not Father York, then who?
"Father York!"
Bellamy let go of her mother's hand, running over with a face full of surprise.
She looked very happy, which made Ms. Camille smile as well.
She hadn't seen Bellamy this excited in a long time.
In York's eyes, the little girl, with her golden hair scattered over her shoulders, mixed with a cute hair accessory, and her pink dress fluttering as she ran clumsily...
Overall, everything was associated with the word cute. York smirked, stepping forward a few steps, and reached out to hug the cute little loli who jumped up.
"Long time no see, Bellamy."
...…
"Do you sometimes feel a stranger to Bellamy? Or feel like Bellamy has become someone else?"
York, holding all the items Ms. Camille brought, narrowed his eyes at Bellamy, who, after playing and being tired from the examination, fell asleep in Ms. Camille's arms, looking at the cross on her neck without sensing anything.
Ms. Camille recalled last night's incident, seriously saying,
"Yes, Father."
She stared at York, worriedly asking,
"Could it be that something dirty has attached to Bellamy?"
"It's hard to say, let me review the test materials you brought before making a conclusion."
York responded, his gaze shifting to the items in his hands, his tone gentle.
"If there really is something dirty, I will naturally perform an exorcism. Ms. Camille, rest assured, this is actually my forte."
If it were any other priest, Ms. Camille might think it boastful, instinctively considering him a fraud, but from Father York's tone, she instead felt that the priest was telling the truth.
Perhaps because he is an acquaintance, Ms. Camille thought.
At this moment, York had finished reviewing the first document and moved on to the second.
This was all the doctor's judgments.
After a glance, York provided two professional words, putting himself in the shoes of his previous life as a doctor, he might have made the same judgment.
These were all based on Bellamy's strange behaviors, such as her saying the bed moves, and a series of behaviors mentioned by Ms. Camille.
There was nothing wrong with these, but on second thought, if Ms. Camille had no money, perhaps it would be another story.
Thus, York directly looked at the brain imaging and other examination materials, but also looked at Bellamy, who was sleeping, with a look of affection.
Cervical puncture, angiography, and other examinations, the little loli bore them all without a peep.
The results, after flipping through several imaging pictures, proved that all these pains were in vain; all tests confirmed there was no problem with Bellamy's body or brain, even the mental examination showed no issues.
Of course, York also understood the doctors' approach and the notice to continue observing after medication. If there's nothing wrong mentally or physically, then it's natural to think in the direction of the supernatural, it's just that they dare not think that way, their profession also doesn't allow them to think that way, materialism is generally what these people believe.
"Is there a problem, Father York?" Ms. Camille, sensing the priest's unusual expression, inquired.
York looked at Bellamy, who was sleeping, and sighed,
"Ms. Camille, may I visit your home?"
Ms. Camille's eyes widened, knowing the answer from the priest's attitude.
"So there really is something dirty?"
"Probably, no one changes suddenly for no reason, you and I both understand Bellamy's character, she is a sensible child."
Saying this, York paused for a moment, then calmly said,
"Since the hospital found no issues, then it's very likely Bellamy is being influenced or temporarily possessed by something, and my conclusion leans towards there being something dirty in your home…"
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