Chapitre 158: Chapter 158: Ms. Camille's Home
In matters like these, York's judgment leaned towards something dirty being in Ms. Camille's home.
Supernatural incidents don't solely involve the appearance of evil spirits or some entity to affect people.
Some evil things, even if they just sit there quietly, the chaos and evil aura surrounding them can also impact people.
This is akin to living in a damp place every day, which can easily lead to rheumatism or respiratory infections, and evil things work similarly.
Conclusion reached.
That evening, York didn't return with Eileen but had Robert drive her back instead, and he took the car sent by Ms. Camille for pick-up and drop-off.
The driver was the same one who drove him to the charity event before.
"Father York, are you seated comfortably?"
"Let's go."
"Okay."
Feeling the car start moving slowly, York sat in the back, calmly watching the familiar scenery outside the window pass by quickly.
If he wasn't mistaken, little Bellamy probably knew what was going on.
Remembering the mental tests and her easily distracted demeanor while playing, York shook his head.
"Being too sensible at such a young age isn't necessarily good."
Being small means not being able to discern danger...
Although little Bellamy doesn't remember her actions last night, she definitely hid something.
As for what little Bellamy hid, he would find out upon visiting. Everything would become clear.
It's just unknown if this supernatural event would trigger a random task.
But for York, whether it triggers or not doesn't matter. As long as it's about the faithful, especially the followers of the Pluto Church, he's willing to make the trip.
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The car, modest on the outside but luxurious inside, pulled up in front of a mansion with a manor.
"Father York!"
Standing in front of the gate, Ms. Camille, who had been waiting, came forward to greet him as the car stopped.
York nodded at the young driver, then took his backpack, which he never leaves behind, and got out of the car.
"Ms. Camille."
"..."
After a round of introductory greetings, York declined Ms. Camille's dinner invitation and first scanned the mansion in front of him.
All he could say was, as expected of a wealthy person + a major donor to the Pluto Church, the mansion in front of him matched his expectations.
Magnificent and spectacular, the exterior adopted a modern luxurious architectural style, surrounded by towering marble walls, and the entrance was a huge iron gate, inlaid with golden patterns, showcasing the owner's luxurious taste...
York retracted his gaze, looking at Ms. Camille beside him, "Ms. Camille, where is Bellamy?"
He didn't see little Bellamy.
Mentioning this, Ms. Camille seemed somewhat distressed and regretful, "In her room, she seems really tired today, she hasn't woken up yet."
Is this true sleep or fake sleep?
With his attention divided between the real-time 3D map in his mind, York's expression unchanged, he sighed, "In that case, could you first give me a tour? Ms. Camille."
Ms. Camille nodded, "Of course."
Thus, under Ms. Camille's guidance, York formally toured the mansion of the wealthy.
His only impression was that it was large, luxurious, and had many servants.
Having such impressions meant he didn't sense any problems.
Ms. Camille is a major donor, no doubt, but also a devout believer, so she has taken quite a few crosses and holy water from him.
These crosses and holy water were all personally blessed by him and were not fake.
Following this tour, he would occasionally see crosses hanging on the walls.
Moreover, upon inquiry, he also learned that Ms. Camille usually adds a few drops of holy water to her bath as an additive.
This itself already has the effect of exorcising evil spirits. If there really were something evil or some entity, the weak would not come here to enjoy the torment, and the strong, under stimulation, would not remain so calm.
"So…"
York looked at a room where a small figure was walking around from time to time.
"Could you continue to take me to see Bellamy's room, Ms. Camille?"
"Bellamy's room?" Ms. Camille, thinking of her sleeping daughter, hesitated but didn't refuse.
"Follow me, Father."
York nodded, shouldering his backpack and following behind Ms. Camille, his attention always on that suddenly stopping figure not knowing what it was doing.
"The room ahead is Bellamy's room."
As Ms. Camille's voice rose, along with the unhidden footsteps, York nodded while watching the figure that suddenly moved to the bed and lay down, his lips curving slightly.
He was right; little Bellamy was hiding something.
"Shh!"
Ms. Camille hushed at the door, then gently opened it.
Following her, York, who bypassed everything in the room, focused his gaze first and foremost on a shelf.
In his vision, it was a large dollhouse, three stories high, with enough space inside that even adults could play house, controlling the items inside like a master, such as the toy people and so on.
Just with one look, York already knew the composition of this thing, murmuring to himself.
"Seems like it's another supernatural carrier like Annabelle?"
"Father York, is there a problem here?"
Hearing Ms. Camille's voice, deliberately lowered to avoid waking little Bellamy, York glanced at Bellamy on the bed, her eyelids slightly trembling, and walked up to the dollhouse, staring at the layout inside and the toy people living in it, calmly asking.
"Ms. Camille, what's the story with this dollhouse?"
Ms. Camille frowned slightly, recalling, "This was a birthday gift Saxon gave to Bellamy on her seventh birthday, it's been about a year now, right? Bellamy treasures this dollhouse, she wouldn't throw it away for anything."
"Saxon?"
York immediately remembered the young man who, during the charity event, inquired if there were demons in the world, who asked about the exorcism livestream that had been sealed off.
"Ah, I see?"
York's lips twitched slightly, indeed a brother who could cause trouble.
Ms. Camille seemed to sense something, "Father York, is there a problem with this dollhouse?"
Hearing this, York looked at little Bellamy, observing her eyelid frequency starting to increase, and spoke softly.
"Ms. Camille, could you give me this dollhouse?"
Upon hearing this, York could feel that little Bellamy was about to be unable to lie still.
"So, there really is a problem with this thing?" Ms. Camille instinctively looked at the dollhouse, understanding the priest's intention. She hadn't felt anything before, but now knowing it's something dirty, she suddenly felt as if the dollhouse had come to life.
"Most likely, the source of the problem lies here."
York stared at the toy people inside the dollhouse, who seemed to all hide in their rooms facing the door, and smiled.
"If you give it to me, then everything will return to normal."
Just as he said this, little Bellamy, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes, like a child who had just woken up, turned her head to look at him and Ms. Camille, interrupting his process.
"Mom? Father York?"
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