After the feast, preparations were immediately made for the exorcism ceremony proposed by the priest. Mr. Nehret, who returned later, had no objections to the old-fashioned Hancock, but he did not seem to be very fanatical or pious, just a little
Noncommittal.
The priest suggested that the ceremony should be held in the mad Isabel's bedroom, where the devil would be more likely to show his traces. Neither the Nehlet couple nor Hancock objected, but several supporters of ghost possession said they hoped it could be carried out.
While watching, they calmly agreed.
The one who made the biggest fuss was Mr. Prosh. He blocked Isabel's door and shouted: "You can't all come in. There is no such a big place here, and it is very rude. She is just a little girl! It doesn't matter at all."
demon!"
"Get out of the way, Prosh." Mr. Nihlet said as if he was helpless: "This is for the good of your niece. Do you want her to go crazy like this?"
Then he turned to a few people and smiled apologetically and said: "He is my wife's brother. He was mentally stimulated in the early years and he is a little crazy. Please don't mind."
"But my daughter's bedroom is not big enough, and it really can't accommodate so many people. Why not let the housekeeper take her to my bedroom. The space there can be larger and everyone will not be crowded."
Of course, everyone agreed happily and walked through the corridor to the master's bedroom under the leadership of the servant.
In the Catholic cultural circle, after marriage, the host and hostess sleep in separate rooms. The bedrooms of the host and hostess are quite luxurious, and Mr. Nehlet's bedroom is no exception. The back room of the bedroom alone is almost as big as the dining room.
What surprised Schiller was that while walking to the master bedroom, the tall man named Hancock deliberately walked a few steps slowly, landed next to him, and asked in a dull tone: "I heard that you are a
Doctor? Which department do you belong to?"
"Cardiac surgery, I am a chief cardiac surgeon, and I am best at performing extracardiac treatment in children." Schiller replied.
"So you're here for Sherlock?"
"I only heard that your house has encountered some troubles. As for the specific young master and young lady, I will not be so offensive as to investigate." Schiller looked forward, without even looking at Hancock, and said calmly.
.
Hancock seemed very satisfied with this answer and accelerated his pace to catch up with the large army. Schiller glanced at his back and showed a smile.
Batman also walked a few steps slower and landed next to Schiller. He said, "It's very wrong, isn't it? Something is very wrong with this family."
Schiller looked at the backs of Hancock and Mr. Nehlet and said: "I can only say that antisocial personality and psychopathy are not inherited through blood, but they can be cultivated and learned. Children will
Learn from others."
"Do you think they are psychopaths?" Batman did not ask any more questions, but immediately said: "But they don't quite fit the characteristics of a psychopath."
"No patient gets sick according to the textbook." Schiller gently adjusted his tie knot and said: "They will never realize that what gives them an advantageous position allows them to dominate the spirit of others.
Those things, the so-called wealth, status and reputation, are all fragile and pitiful."
Batman felt a hint of coldness in Schiller's tone, but there was no anger mixed with it, just a bottomless coldness.
"Art is not about burning a sword red and then smashing it, but hammering a piece of useless scrap metal into a knife. They will use the sharp blade to cut through every mask, so that those who think they are in high positions will understand that they have been
What he did was so stupid and short-sighted."
Schiller quickened his pace and walked to the front row of everyone, while Batman, who was left behind, looked at his back. He had a sense that things were at a subtle point of change, and that everything was just the calm before the storm.
Everyone entered the master bedroom, and Isabel was lying on the bed with a pale face. This was not the first time Schiller saw her, but it was the first time he observed her up close.
This is a pretty little girl. Although her pale face and bloodless lips make her look more like a lifeless doll, it cannot hide her exquisite facial features inherited from her mother.
As soon as Mrs. Nehret saw the appearance of her daughter, she could no longer hold back her tears. She sat on the edge of the bed and cried softly. Mr. Nehret hugged her gently and patted her back to comfort her.
and asked her to leave temporarily.
Mrs. Nehlet did not resist, but stood obediently at the head of the bed. The onlookers moved a little away. Only the priest stepped forward and poured the freshly prepared holy water into a white ancient porcelain dish.
He picked up the cross and shook it on Isabel's forehead. He murmured ancient prayers in his mouth, dipped his fingers in holy water and wiped it on Isabel's forehead, and then touched her chest and wrist respectively.
Isabel didn't react at first, but soon she woke up in a daze. Seeing so many people surrounding her, and a strange man holding various utensils in his hands, she was so frightened that she began to scream helplessly.
, Mr. Nehret hurriedly stepped forward to comfort: "Don't be afraid, Isabel, the priest is performing an exorcism ceremony for you, and you will get better soon."
Isabel curled up to the head of the bed and began to scream again without meaning. She made everyone think that she couldn't speak at all, but Schiller knew that she could.
Suddenly, Isabel raised her neck and let out a whirring sound, and then kept scratching the side of her neck with her fingers, as if it was itchy.
"The holy water is working." Someone shouted: "The devil seems to be being burned. He will be burned to death by the power of the holy water!"
Isabel's movements became bigger and bigger, she was scratching and kicking her legs, making slurping sounds from her mouth, and she started scratching her cheeks instead of her neck.
Suddenly, a strong big hand grabbed her wrist, and Isabel looked up and saw a slightly familiar face.
Schiller held Isabel's wrist tightly, and everyone was startled by his sudden movement towards him. Just as the bystanders were about to yell, Schiller said in a calm tone: "This is an acute allergy. Immediately
Go get your allergy medicine!”
Everyone looked a little confused and hesitant, but the priest was stunned for a moment, looked down at the holy water in his hand, and then said to Mr. Nehret opposite: "Please go get the medicine, sir, the situation looks like
There's something wrong, that's not how a demon reacts when it touches holy water."
The authoritative person spoke, and everyone's discussion calmed down a bit. Mrs. Nehlet looked at her shaking daughter, screamed, and shouted to the housekeeper: "Go and get the allergy medicine!"
The housekeeper hurriedly ran out, and Schiller did not miss a moment to look at the expressions of the three people opposite him. Sure enough, when Mrs. Nehlet spoke, a hint of hidden dissatisfaction flashed in the eyes of the tall man named Hancock.
Allergy medicine was delivered quickly. Fortunately, although it was an acute allergic reaction, the degree of allergy was not serious. There were only some symptoms of suffocation and itching all over the body. Schiller dissolved the pills with warm water and drank it for Isabel.
During the process of giving the medicine, he saw some red rashes on Isabel's body through her collar, which should have been caused by an allergic reaction, but there was a bruise on her back that looked like it had been left for a long time, as if she had fallen.
Got hit somewhere.
Schiller cautiously withdrew his eyes, but just took the towel from the housekeeper's hand and wiped Isabel's sweat. Finally, Mrs. Nehlet couldn't help but broke down and cried. She said: "Thank you, doctor, thank you, I really do."
I don’t know why things like this always happen to my children, God..."
"What on earth is going on?" Hancock looked at the priest and asked, "Why is Isabel allergic to holy water?"
The priest did not answer immediately, but stared at the pale Isabel for a while and then said: "I used the local water source and did not add anything else. I guess it was the dust stuck on the utensils or some special substance that caused the problem.
She's allergic."
Hancock sighed and said: "There was a chance to save her, but it was such an unfortunate coincidence..."
"Can you please think of another way?" Mr. Nihlet looked at the priest and said very sincerely: "As long as my daughter can be saved, the Nihlet family will provide generous rewards, and we are willing to do our part for your church.
force."
The priest never took his eyes away from Isabel's face. His expression showed a hint of complexity, but he still said: "I'm afraid there is nothing I can do. Gentlemen, I will go to the church to pray for her."
After saying that, he turned around and left, and the farce ended more than an hour later.
Before Schiller returned to his room, he heard the servants who were already at the entrance to the porch say: "What a poor child. Even God is unwilling to save her. She is suddenly allergic to holy water. Isn't it a sign that God has abandoned her?"
"Maybe there is no devil, but the child did something that displeased God. Maybe she didn't pray sincerely. The daughter of the Nehlet family actually became an abandoned citizen. Mr. and Mrs. must be very sad, right?"
Schiller listened silently for a while and returned to the room. After a while, he called the housekeeper and said, "Which room does the priest live in? I am somewhat interested in local educational classics and want to ask him in person. I don't know.
Can you take me there?"
Someone soon led Schiller to the door of the priest's room. The priest failed to exorcise the devil. Logically speaking, he should have been packing his things and preparing to leave at this time, but when Schiller knocked on his door,
I found that the priest was arranging his clothes and utensils.
Hearing Schiller's intention, the priest sighed and opened the door to let Schiller in. Before Schiller could say anything, the priest nodded and said, "I know it's not a dust allergy. Someone added something to the holy water. This is...
My dereliction of duty.”
"That child was not abandoned by God." The priest turned around slightly and said, "But she was indeed abandoned."
"And you feel like there's nothing you can do."
The priest turned around and looked at Schiller with clear eyes. Schiller also looked at him and said: "I know that feeling. I and other medical staff saved a child with congenital heart disease with an almost perfect operation. God
I couldn't have been nicer to him, everything went so smoothly."
"He died on the third day after the successful operation. Because of his parents' property dispute, he was taken out of the hospital early. Three minutes after the instrument was turned off, he had no vital signs."
"At that time, I also felt that there was nothing I could do." Schiller lowered his eyes and said: "I ended my career as a surgeon."
The priest's eyes were filled with tears. He began to cross himself on his chest and prayed, but he kept shaking his head.
But Schiller's eyes suddenly changed, and he took a step forward.
The priest's eyes froze, and he took two steps back as if he realized something. Then he heard Schiller say in a low voice:
"Twelve hours after their child died, the parents who came to claim the body were so heartbroken that they jumped from the ninth floor of the hospital...and I became a psychiatrist."
This chapter has been completed!