Exorcist in America

John Wick carried Lucy out of the chaotic house.

Lucy's gaze lingered on the corpses behind John Wick. Her emotions were mixed, and tears began to well up in her eyes for some reason.

"Did that priest send you?" she asked softly.

"I was just always hiding in the corner, why would he do this."

John Wick paused for a moment, stepping over a few corpses outside, and then seriously thought about it.

"The Lord"

He was just about to say this word when he suddenly changed his statement.

"Because the priest is a good man, he has eyes that can discern people's hearts."

A simple sentence, yet it answered Lucy's question from various angles.

"Oh"

Lucy's gaze began to blur as she looked at the corpses John Wick had stepped over.

Whimpering, a very oppressive crying echoed.

John Wick remained silent, holding the trembling Lucy all the way to the car parked outside—

the Ashby Church.

The confessional, a quiet, private room, similar to a phone booth in layout.

A partition was set up in the middle with small holes drilled into a square, allowing voices to become clear, and the dim lighting also helped obscure the faces of both parties.

Such a layout undoubtedly helped the confessing believers open their hearts.

"Bless me, Father, please forgive my sins."

York sat inside, not turning his head but looking straight ahead.

Although he didn't need to look, he could see who was coming through a holographic display.

But as a competent clergyman, York turned off the holographic display and even blocked his own perceptions.

This was out of respect for his profession and the believers.

However, from the voice, he could tell whether the other party was male or female. It was a man, and he was of a certain age.

"When was your last confession." York said calmly, looking forward.

Having been a clergyman for many years, he had heard many confessions.

"It's been a long time since the first time."

Hearing this, York knew this believer was confessing for the first time.

"Do you know the nature of the sins you have committed?"

"Nature?" A puzzled voice came through.

"Sorry, Father, I am not very clear."

York said, "No, deep in your soul, you know."

"Oh"

A man sat next to York, roughly in his thirties or forties, his hair reaching his neck somewhat flowing, wearing glasses, with a clear face.

"I think I understand, Father."

"Hmm." York replied, waiting quietly. At this point, the other party would naturally explain themselves.

Whether it was a crime or something else, he would listen quietly and fulfill his duty of guidance or engage in dialogue.

This wasn't about what humanity is or whether confession equates to reform.

After all, confession is confession, and punishment is punishment.

In his view, receiving punishment for a crime is necessary, but confession is also part of it. Only when both body and spirit are reformed can one truly repent and start anew.

Of course, this all depends on the extent.

Even if one feels guilty towards a family member or something, they can confess.

After a quiet moment that lasted a second or two, the other party slowly began to speak.

"Father, I think I have committed an unforgivable sin."

"What sin?" York asked calmly.

"I think." The man's breathing became heavy as he spoke, sounding unusually loud in York's ears.

"I think, because of my actions, a dear friend's reputation was damaged." The man said quietly.

"My friend is a kindergarten teacher, responsible and gentle. But one day my daughter claimed he touched her, I was baffled and didn't know what to do,

I instinctively felt my daughter was lying, but somehow I chose to believe her. If it were me, I would bear it myself, but unfortunately, there were other people nearby, and I took action, leading to the escalation of the situation."

York's eyebrows slightly raised, imagining the corresponding scenario.

It might be that the girl was caught doing something wrong by the teacher and stopped, then out of anger, she told her parents this shocking lie.

In America, where child-related issues are taken very seriously, the stakes are high.

Reputation is also important; once negative behavior is exposed, one is inevitably shunned and frowned upon.

In America, where neighborly relations are valued, once such an incident occurs, it becomes difficult to continue living there, and one must move elsewhere to start over.

"What role did you play in this?" York asked.

The man bowed his head, rubbing his hands together, and answered, "Allowing the matter to be spread without intervening, gaining a lot of people's sympathy as a victim.

I also know that my daughter once told us that my friend did nothing and that it was all her foolish talk, but we thought she was traumatized, thus causing a traumatic response."

At this point,

 the man leaned forward.

Hearing this, York roughly understood the nature of the matter.

Allowing the other party to feel repentance, regret, and pain probably meant that the victim had never left the town where everyone was slandering him, no matter what he encountered, he kept fighting, proving himself.

Whether it was being refused service at the supermarket or being attacked and insulted.

"Child, are you willing to listen to my words?" York pondered for a moment and asked.

"Father, please speak." The man responded.

"Whatever it is, I am willing to accept."

"The root of the matter comes from your daughter's lie, but please forgive her, see it from one angle, she's still young, and actually unable to imagine the serious consequences of her actions," York said.

"So I hope you can use this incident to teach her, to make her understand what consequences her actions might have."

The man took a deep breath: "I will, Father."

York's fingers twitched slightly on his knee: "And you... There's a term called 'group polarization,' so group decisions tend to be more extreme than individual decisions, you need to step out of this potential influence, learn to see with your own eyes...

Child, I want to ask you one thing, are you truly willing to repent?"

The man pursed his lips, seriously pondering the priest's words, his mind surprisingly clearer: "Yes, that's why I came so far."

"Then you should already know what you need to do." York said.

"When your heart feels at peace, that signifies that the omnipotent God has accepted your confession."

The man exhaled: "I will take my daughter to apologize to Lucas's house, and"

But before he could finish, York interrupted him gently: "Child, go ahead, you have found your path to repentance, I sincerely hope you don't give up."

This statement was followed by a long silence from the other side.

"Thank you, Father."

"..."

York then turned his head to the left, and through the dim hole, the figure inside had already disappeared.

Thinking of something, York didn't get up but began to open his holographic display.

Ignoring everything, he saw a man walking out of the church, heading quickly towards the bridge car parked on the street.

"Quick steps, large strides, presumably the victim's situation will improve from now on." York sighed inwardly.

Given the other party's description, the victim probably persevered for a long time.

"Enough."

York gave up checking the church, as churches generally play a neutral role and do not interfere in matters.

It's just that he was somewhat an exception, always wanting to meddle and do something.

"So no wonder the old guys always target me."

York muttered to himself.

"They always curse me as a heretic, afraid I'll leave the church."

Muttering to himself, York got up from the confessional and continued his duties as a priest.

Speaking of which, it's both painful and joyful.

The pain is in constantly receiving the negative from believers, being treated like a trash can.

The joy is in the rewards.

Even now, he had accumulated two usable attribute points.

It's hard not to doubt, not just the old men of the church, even the system doesn't want him to leave the church.

"But here, I get more opportunities." York thought as he looked at the virtual window.

Thus, in a process of pain and joy that lasted for several hours.

York saw John Wick returning from the holographic display.

At first sight, York knew that progress had been made, and perhaps the mission could be completed tonight.

Yes, at this point, such trivial tasks, he was too lazy to personally intervene.

After all, it was only a task worth five attribute points, the difficulty could not be that high.

John Wick walked all the way, greeted Sister Eileen upon entering the main building, and then walked down the right corridor to York's room.

Actually, York was specifically waiting for him here.

"Bishop." John Wick looked at the bishop standing by the window, bowing slightly.

"I'm back."

"Hmm," York turned and looked at the killer-turned-clergyman, smiling.

"It seems you've achieved great results, where's the girl?"

John Wick replied: "She was injured, she's currently undergoing treatment."

York raised an eyebrow: "Did she succeed in her revenge?"

"Yes." John Wick answered succinctly, then looked at his bishop to inquire.

"Bishop, how will you handle her?"

"Handle?" York laughed.

"Why would I handle her? The outcome was already determined, John, you need to understand, her ending is not for us to decide, we are not any agency, nor official."

John Wick understood this, but his mind was filled with all the links.

Lucy succeeded in her revenge, called the police herself, and the inevitable outcome was likely to be charges of manslaughter or other serious crimes, regardless of what that family did

.

Because everyone has human rights.

Anyway, whatever the case, the ending awaiting Lucy was not good.

But under the bishop's intervention, the police called to the scene were sent back halfway, and the church took over, meaning that while Lucy succeeded in her revenge, she also avoided a series of consequences, got a chance to start over, to become a new person,

And her only friend who was also targeted was rescued, which for the unfortunate Lucy, was already a very good ending.

Thinking of this, John Wick's expressionless face slightly curled up at the corners of his mouth.

He liked working under such a bishop, at least there were no annoying matters, looking back, it was very comfortable.

This kind of comfortable state of mind was...

John Wick thought his little expression was very subtle, unaware that the person standing in front of him had clearly seen his little expression from beginning to end.

This made York a bit surprised; he really didn't understand why this guy would have such an expression.

"Because of that girl?"

York thought to himself, then smiled and said.

"John, it looks like you admire that girl?"

"Yes." John Wick did not hide it, nodding seriously.

"Alright." York laughed, walking towards his chair.

"Then she's your responsibility now."

John Wick was stunned.

"Help her treat the aftereffects of the abuse, I heard this child often sees a woman, clearly a psychological trauma from the abuse," York casually moved, a document on the table automatically flew into John Wick's hands.

"According to her, that woman is someone she encountered while escaping, she was afraid there wasn't enough time, so she didn't stop to help, ignoring the woman's cries for help, so Lucy always thought that woman was coming for revenge."

Saying this, York sat down in his chair, looking at John Wick, who was already reading the related documents, then laughed.

"If I'm not mistaken, Lucy Juvia was stolen as a baby for some research.

So it's not just the above, you probably also have to help her find her biological parents, because only a warm family can warm her heart."

Looking at the hospital file's related report, John Wick couldn't help but recall Lucy, buried in his chest, crying until she was nearly out of breath, then seriously nodded.

"Yes, Bishop."

Seeing this, York's smile remained unchanged, he waved his hand.

"Go."

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