However, even with little Bellamy waking up, it didn't change the fact that he was going to take the dollhouse.
Before she could start crying, York seized the opportunity to be alone with her.
"Don't worry, Ms. Camille."
York, holding the door handle, looked at Ms. Camille, who was sent out by little Bellamy, and smiled,
"With me here, I will persuade Bellamy well."
Hearing this, Ms. Camille glanced at her daughter behind her, nodded, under the priest's explanation, she actually felt much more relaxed, as long as it wasn't some terrifying demon.
Seeing this, York slowly closed the door, isolating the outside.
Now the room was left with only him and little Bellamy.
York turned around, walked to the standing little Bellamy who was looking at the dollhouse, and gently patted her head.
"Are you afraid that something inside will hurt me?"
Bellamy suddenly looked up at him, her expression clearly asking how did you know?
"Child, don't be like that, I am a priest after all."
York smiled calmly, looking at the dollhouse. The Smith family, which had been hiding in their room, had now hidden in another room.
The toy police officer inside had its head broken off, lying on the ground, as if it had been attacked by something.
"Did you place this police officer doll?" York, as if finding something interesting, said.
"What a pity it seems to have failed."
York said this, and little Bellamy's expression was as if she had seen a ghost, timidly asking, "How did you know, Father York?"
"I am a priest, child." York repeated with a smile, then looked at another room in the dollhouse where an Indian doll's body was lying on the window, its head also gone, fallen outside.
"Child, the police can't solve the problem, and the Indians can't either."
Little Bellamy's expression began to change, her eyes wide.
York smiled, "So, can you tell me about this dollhouse?"
Little Bellamy was hesitant but eventually nodded.
...
The two of them sat on the floor, leaning against the bed. Under his guidance, little Bellamy told him everything, becoming more excited as she spoke, revealing everything, but also because of this, her story was very chaotic, jumping from one topic to another.
York, nodding on the side, silently connected little Bellamy's words into a coherent story.
Here's what happened.
The dollhouse came to little Bellamy's house and only started changing this year.
Little Bellamy occasionally noticed that the Smith family inside would move on their own.
The Smith family is the name little Bellamy gave to the dollhouse family.
At the same time, some time ago, she suddenly found the Smith family's position had moved again, sitting on the bed in the room, their expressions terrified, making scared gestures.
And a toy head she had never seen before appeared in the living room.
Combining the previous incidents of the dolls moving on their own, little Bellamy immediately concluded that the dollhouse was haunted, so she cleverly placed a police officer doll inside.
"I wanted to do something for the Smith family, I wanted the police to investigate this matter for the Smith family, to catch that ghost. The next day, the police officer doll moved to the attic with a gun, I knew he was investigating."
Little Bellamy said this, grabbing the priest's hand.
"I didn't expect, on the third day, the police officer doll's head fell off, he couldn't beat that ghost!"
One can only say, typical little Bellamy, her thoughts and actions all reveal innocence.
York smiled, staring at the dollhouse, the incident only happened recently, which probably means the evil spirit broke through the seal, and being in close contact, little Bellamy was also affected.
As for the moving dolls creating such a drama, it's likely that the evil spirit inside was trying to lure little Bellamy to release it, thankfully little Bellamy only placed things inside.
"Then you put the Indian doll inside too?"
Little Bellamy nodded, her tone somewhat dejected, "Yeah, he couldn't beat that ghost either! He only lasted four days, died on the window."
"Child, that won't work, you placed the wrong dolls,"
York, having understood everything, saw little Bellamy looking up with eyes full of curiosity, mischievously said.
"You should have put Ultraman, Doom, Dante, Grey Knights in there."
Little Bellamy's face showed confusion, "What are Doom, Dante, and Grey Knights?"
York couldn't help but laugh, he almost forgot little Bellamy's age, she wouldn't have access to much at this age.
"They are all very powerful experts."
Little Bellamy blinked her confused eyes.
York smiled, once again patting little Bellamy's head, softly said, "Can I borrow this dollhouse for three days? I'll help you kill that ghost, save the Smith family?"
Having reached this point, the clever little Bellamy knew she couldn't refuse, she nodded earnestly.
"Okay!"
"..."
Thus, York once again declined Ms. Camille's invitation and hurried back home, glancing at the 3D map of Eileen lying in bed, he entered the basement.
But this time, he brought back a supernatural carrier dollhouse and a bunch of toy models he bought on the way back, like Ultraman, Doom, Grey Knights he mentioned earlier.
He wanted to see what would happen if these models were placed inside the dollhouse, if anything happened along the way, he could figure out the pattern.
Thinking it, York took the police and Indian dolls out of the dollhouse.
He was sure that taking things out wouldn't cause any issues.
After this step, York suddenly noticed that the position of the Smith family in the dollhouse had changed again, all sitting together on the living room sofa, huddled in fear, staring at the staircase.
York followed the Smith family's gaze and noticed the headless figure little Bellamy mentioned appearing on the middle platform of the staircase.
"Heh, quite interesting, no wonder little Bellamy wouldn't throw it away, even though she's very scared, this is simply a premium for playing house."
York casually picked up an Ultraman model and placed it in front of the Smith family dolls, facing the staircase and the headless figure.
"I want to see if you can withstand the light."
However, after waiting for a while, the fact was Ultraman didn't grow larger, and the head fell off, even when placing Grey Knight models inside, the result was the same.
"So, it's all your manipulation, not something about the rules or these models simply lacking a spirit?"
York pondered internally, if it were rule-based, no matter what, it would be hard to solve, now it's just the evil spirit sealed in the dollhouse messing around, then everything is easy to handle.
Staring at the headless figure moving down another step, York narrowed his eyes, picked up a priest model, and placed it in front of the Smith family dolls, blocking the headless figure.
There's still time, he'll slowly study, maybe this dollhouse could become a spiritual seal device in the future.
If possible, he also wanted to put Annabelle inside, to see who's more powerful…
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