Chapter 589: Starting to seek death again (sixth update, please vote for me)

Laurent came to a rather desolate community where there was no one around.

Laurent took out the phone: "Pamela, I'm already at the gate of the community."

"Okay, wait for me there."

After a while, an old woman came out of the community. Her face was pale, her hair was messy, and she was wearing a floral dress that looked quite old-fashioned, just like a ghost in a movie.

"Fake...you..." Laurent saw the old woman turning around and wanted to run away.

"Laurent, come back, it's me, Pamela." The old woman couldn't catch up with Laurent, so she could only shout from behind.

When Laurent heard the old woman's voice, he stopped and looked at the old woman hesitantly.

"Are you Pamela?"

"It's me, I'm Pamela."

"Are you really Pamela?"

"That's right."

Laurent looked at the old woman in front of him carefully.

He really couldn't believe how a woman who was so beautiful twenty years ago could become like this.

However, she does have a hint of Pamela in her body.

"How did you become like this?"

Pamela should be a few years younger than herself, shouldn't she have become so old, right?

Pamela straightened up and peeled the mask off her face.

The whole person felt refreshed instantly. Although he was older, at least he was not as scary as before.

"What did you do to get yourself like that?" Only then could Laurent confirm that it was indeed Pamela.

"I have no choice but to work in our industry. Only in this way can people believe that I am a senior psychic." Pamela said helplessly.

"Then are you?"

"Of course I am."

Laurent was still skeptical, even though Pamela had always said she was a medium since she met her.

But Laurent still didn't quite believe it.

"Let's go and talk inside me."

Laurent followed Pamela, looking around at the desolate neighborhood.

He was basically certain that there was no one in this community.

No, it should be said that only Pamela lived alone.

"Why do you live here?"

"Nonsense, have you ever seen a psychic live in a high-end apartment? Besides, the rent for a house here is only three hundred dollars a month."

Laurent felt that the latter sentence was the real reason.

"And in everyone's mind, isn't this the place where old witches should live?"

Pamela opened the door and Laurent pressed the switch, but the light didn't come on.

"Why doesn't it light up? Is it broken?"

"no power."

"No electricity? There are frequent power outages here?"

"The entire community's circuits were turned off long ago."

"Then how do you live? You can't even cook, right?"

"Order takeout." Pamela's answer immediately made her lose her sense of mystery.

Pamela said as she opened the curtains.

The living room suddenly became much brighter.

There are many strange things in the living room, as well as several bookshelves.

"Generally, when guests come here, I keep the room dark in order to maintain a sense of mystery."

Pamela said: "By the way, why are you looking for me this time?"

"You really are a psychic, right?"

"Of course, are you doubting my authenticity?"

"Then can you attract ghosts?" Laurent asked.

"That's what the Deathrattle Psychic does, I don't know how to do it."

"Then what do you know?"

"If you want to call souls, I can introduce you to a colleague, but I will charge an agency fee."

"..."

Laurent was speechless: "Then can you curse or something?"

"That's a voodoo psychic."

Pamela looked at Laurent: "Do you have any enemies?"

"I have an sworn enemy."

"How much hatred?"

"He took my daughter."

Pamela almost flipped the table over.

After talking for a long time, he is your son-in-law, right?

"If you can help me get him, I'll pay you ten thousand dollars."

As soon as she heard about the ten thousand dollars, Pamela was moved.

"How far will it go? To death?"

"That's no need. Just make him afraid. It's best to be subdued."

Pamela finally understood.

It was Weng's son-in-law who was having a conflict.

Pamela thought for a while and said, "Well, you bring him to my community, and by the way, bring him here at twelve o'clock in the evening."

"What are we doing? Are we looking for someone to ambush here?" Laurent asked: "If we are looking for someone to ambush, forget it. That bastard is a very good fighter. Even a dozen people may not be able to beat him."

"I'm not that mean, and hiring thugs also costs money."

"Then what's your backup plan?"

Pamela lowered her head: "Do you know why this place was vacated?"

Laurent thought for a moment.

When he came in, the facilities along the way seemed to be relatively intact.

Apart from the fact that leaves have covered the road in many places due to long-term neglect, there seems to be no other problems.

"Why?"

"Twelve years ago, there was a plague here."

"Plague? This is in America. Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"picture."

"I'm serious." Pamela looked at Laurent seriously: "There is no report in the media because they are afraid of causing social panic."

"Then what?"

"More than a hundred people died in that plague."

"Are you trying to say that this place is haunted?"

"Later, a developer bought this land from the government and wanted to redevelop it, but there were many casualties here, and the project was eventually suspended."

"Is there really a ghost?"

"Even I don't dare to go out at night," Pamela said.

"Is it really that scary?"

"certainly."

"Then if I call that bastard over, will he die here?"

"So I asked you to call him over at twelve o'clock. Generally, after one o'clock, the evil spirits wandering in this community will lie dormant and will not come out to cause trouble again. Moreover, it is safest to come alone. If there are two people, it is safest. , evil spirits may possess or bewitch another person, causing them to kill each other.”

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"It's no problem. I've lived here for so long and I know everything about this place."

Pamela gave Laurent an affirmative look: "By the way, order two takeaways."

"do what?"

"Aren't you going to have dinner?"

"I didn't say I wanted to stay," Laurent said.

"Don't you want to stay and watch your son-in-law cry from fear?"

Laurent looked at Pamela: "Actually, you want to mess with me."

"It's getting late. Hurry up and order takeout. If it's any later, the takeout won't be delivered here." Pamela said.

Laurent picked up the phone and ordered two takeaways.

As soon as he put down the phone, Laurent saw a key hanging around Pamela's neck.

"What do you use this key for?"