Chapter 622: The Phantom in the Kitchen

"I'm sure! I even saw that little villain with my own eyes!"

Mr. Deber slapped his thigh fiercely, looking very angry, but his flickering eyes could not hide his inner fear.

"I don't understand this, Mr. Deber. When it comes to exorcising evil spirits, Martin and I may not be more professional than the clergy. Why don't you go to the church and ask the kind Father Gallup for help?" Gao Fei asked calmly.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Deber became even angrier, and his rosacea turned red.

"To be honest, I went to see the priest, but the old stubborn man insisted that I confess before he would help me exorcise the ghost, as if I had created the evil ghost. Why? This is not my fault! Even if I confess, it should be my prodigal daughter who should confess!"

"Don't say it, Dad, please don't say it..." Tess covered her face and sobbed.

"Why are you crying? It's all your fault, you shameless little girl!"

Mrs. d'Urberville scolded her daughter and wiped the coffee stains on the counter with a rag, as if she was venting her anger.

"Mom, it's so unfair for you to say that. It was you and dad who forced me to marry a rich man, and then you forced me to propose to Angel...Isn't it you and dad who made me end up like this?"

Tess choked up and accused.

"Nonsense! If you were really obedient, you wouldn't have told Angel Gray about the scandal on your own initiative, and all the troubles that followed wouldn't have happened!"

Mr. d'Urberville waved his fist and roared at his daughter.

"It's all your fault! You ruined your life, which should have been happy!"

"How can a person who lives in lies and can never get rid of the guilt in his heart be happy?" Tess cried and retorted, "Merciful God! It is precisely because I don't want to lie again and again and don't want to let my husband down that I chose to confess to Angel..."

"Then what? You idiot! What did you get after confessing? Angel, that poor boy, didn't even look at his background and status. He couldn't even stand such a little grievance. He dumped you on the second day of the wedding and ran away abroad. What else can you expect? It's all your fault that you are too stupid!"

Mr. Deber swung his arms and tried to slap his daughter.

Gao Fei quickly stopped him and patiently persuaded him: "Mr. Deber, I have no intention of intervening in your family dispute. If it is not convenient today, Martin and I will leave first and come back another day."

Mr. Deber panted and took a big sip of cold coffee.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, this is not a dispute, just a small quarrel."

"In this case, let's get to work."

"Okay! I hope you can solve this trouble smoothly!"

Gao Fei nodded and then asked: "Where does the ghost appear?"

"It's possible anywhere! Sometimes it's like a shadow, sometimes it disappears without a trace, God knows where the cursed ghost hides!" Mr. Deber spread his hands helplessly.

At this moment, there was a jingling sound behind the counter, and a pile of tin tableware fell from the shelf.

"Oh! God! It's that little evil ghost making trouble again!"

Mrs. Deber screamed in horror.

Tess ran to the shelf quickly and waved her hands repeatedly, as if to drive away something invisible.

The shaking shelf stopped immediately.

Everything returned to normal.

Tess breathed a sigh of relief, bent down to pick up the tableware that fell on the ground, and placed it on the shelf.

"Mrs. Grey!" Gao Fei walked over and asked calmly, "You knew the ghost was hiding nearby, maybe you could see it?"

"No, Mr. Detective, this is completely unfounded!"

Tess shook her head quickly.

"Oh, that's a pity." Gao Fei shrugged, "I mean hypothetically, assuming you can communicate with the ghost, persuade it not to play such childish pranks again, otherwise Martin and I will be rude to it."

"Sorry, sir, I can't do this." Tess looked sad, "I also want to talk to it, but I can't..."

"I understand, Mrs. Grey, take care of yourself."

Gao Fei turned around and winked at Martin.

The two people and the dog walked out of the grocery store.

"Brother, why don't you search the store?" Martin asked in confusion, "Maybe the mischievous ghost is hiding in a corner of the counter."

"That's impossible." Gao Fei pointed to his eyes, "I'm 100% sure that the ghost has left the store and headed towards the kitchen behind."

He has cast the 1st-level spell "Detect Undead" stolen from the Kobold Warlock. His pupils reflect a subtle silver magic aura, and can see the negative energy fluctuations emitted by all undead creatures within 120 feet.

The so-called "negative energy fluctuations" are similar to biological thermal radiation.

Just as thermal imaging lenses can see creatures far away at night when it's pitch dark, "Detect Undead" also uses a mechanism similar to thermal imaging to determine the location of undead creatures through negative energy radiation.

These two radiation imaging technologies have a similar shortcoming, which is that they cannot see the clear image of the target, and can only observe a vague outline.

Gao Fei maintained his concentration on casting spells, tracking the trajectory of negative energy, and leading the way.

Martin held the shotgun tightly in both hands, followed by the hound.

After tracking all the way to the backyard kitchen, Gao Fei drew out his rapier and gently pushed open the door with his left hand.

The firewood in the kitchen stove was burning brightly.

With the light from the hearth, Gao Fei looked around in this shabby and dark kitchen. The barbecue grill, sink and stove with a soup pot came into his sight one after another.

On the shelf opposite the stove, there were various tableware, knives and pans.

Martin stepped over the threshold and looked around vigilantly.

"Brother, have you found the ghost?"

Gao Fei did not say anything and turned his eyes to the other side.

At this moment, the lid of the soup pot beside him suddenly lifted up.

Gao Fei looked over vigilantly.

The lid of the soup pot fell immediately and closed with a click.

"Hey! I bet the ghost must be hiding in the soup pot!"

Martin said in a low voice.

Gao Fei felt the same way.

The concentration of negative energy in the soup pot was particularly high, and there might be a ghost hiding in it.

He tiptoed to the stove, stretched out his arm, and lifted the lid of the pot with a rapier. The boiling soup in the pot gurgled and exuded the aroma of butter, chicken and stewed potatoes.

Just as Gao Fei looked into the soup pot.

On the cutting board behind him, a sharp steel bone-cutting knife floated up by itself, as if held by an invisible hand, silently drifting behind Gao Fei, and suddenly stabbed at his back!

"Be careful!"

Martin realized the danger in time, pushed Gao Fei away, and grabbed a frying pan as a shield to block the bone-cutting knife.

The bone-cutting knife was like a "flying sword", constantly stabbing at Martin, forcing him to hold the pot to block left and right.