Laurent came to a desolate neighborhood. There wasn't a single person here.
Laurent took out his phone. "Pamela, I'm at the entrance."
"Okay, wait for me there."
A moment later, an old woman walked out of the neighborhood. Her face was pale, and her hair was messy. She wore a floral dress and looked really old. She looked like a ghost from a movie.
"F * ck you …" Laurent turned to run when he saw the old woman.
"Laurent, come back. It's me, Pamela." The old woman couldn't catch up to Laurent and could only call after him.
When Laurent heard the old woman's voice, he stopped and looked at her hesitantly.
"You're Pamela?"
"It's me. I'm Pamela."
"You're really Pamela?"
"Yes."
Laurent carefully looked at the old woman in front of him.
He couldn't believe that a woman who'd been so beautiful 20 years ago would become like this.
But she did look a bit like Pamela.
"How did you become like this?"
Pamela was a few years younger than him. She shouldn't have become so old, right?
Pamela straightened up and peeled the mask off her face.
She instantly felt refreshed. She was old, but at least she wasn't as scary as before.
"Why did you do that to yourself?" Laurent finally confirmed that it was Pamela.
"I had no choice," Pamela said helplessly. "In my line of work, I have to do that to make people believe that I'm an experienced psychic."
"So are you or not?"
"Of course I am."
Laurent was still suspicious. Pamela had always said that she was a psychic ever since he'd met her.
But Laurent still didn't believe it.
"Let's go. We'll talk inside."
Laurent followed behind Pamela and looked at the desolate neighborhood.
He was pretty sure that there was no one here.
No, Pamela was the only one living there.
"How did you end up here?"
"No sh * t. Have you ever seen a psychic live in a high-end apartment? Plus, the rent here is only $300 a month. "
Laurent felt that the last sentence was the real reason.
"And in everyone's impression, shouldn't the old witch live in a place like this?"
Pamela pushed open the door. Laurent pressed the switch, but the light didn't come on.
"Why not? Is it broken? "
"No power."
"No electricity? Are there frequent power outages here? "
"The electricity in the entire community has long been turned off."
"Then how do you live? Usually, you can't even cook, right? "
"Takeout." Pamela's answer made her lose her sense of mystery.
Pamela opened the curtains as she spoke.
The living room suddenly became much brighter.
There were many strange things in the living room, as well as a few bookshelves.
"Usually, when guests come here, in order to maintain a sense of mystery, I keep the room dark."
Pamela said, "Right, why are you looking for me this time?"
"Are you really a psychic?"
"Of course, are you doubting my authenticity?"
"Can you summon ghosts?" Laurent asked.
"That's what Necromancers do. I don't know how to do that."
"Then what can you do?"
"If you want to summon spirits, I can introduce you to someone in the same industry, but I'll charge you an intermediary fee."
"…"
Laurent was speechless. "Do you know how to curse or something?"
"That's a Voodoo Spiritualist."
Pamela looked at Laurent. "Do you have any enemies?"
"I have an irreconcilable enemy."
"How big is it?"
"He stole my daughter."
Pamela almost flipped the table.
After all this, he's your son-in-law, right?
"If you can help me take care of him, I'll pay you ten thousand."
Hearing the ten thousand, Pamela was tempted.
"How far do you want to go? Kill him? "
"That's not necessary. Just make him afraid. It's best if he gives in."
Pamela finally understood what was going on.
It was a conflict between a father-in-law and son-in-law.
Pamela thought about it and said, "How about this? Bring him to my community. Right, bring him at midnight."
"What for? Should we find someone to set up an ambush here? " Laurent asked. "If it's an ambush, then forget it. That * sshole is really good at fighting. Even a dozen people might not be able to beat him."
"I'm not that bad. Plus, hiring a fighter costs money."
"Then what's your backup plan?"
Pamela lowered her head. "Do you know why this place was empty?"
Laurent thought about it.
When he came in, the facilities along the way seemed to be well-preserved.
Other than the fact that many places were covered in leaves due to the lack of maintenance, there didn't seem to be any other problems.
"Why?"
"Twelve years ago, there was a plague here."
"Plague? This is America. Are you sure you're not joking? "
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"Yes."
"I'm serious." Pamela looked at Laurent seriously. "The media didn't report it because they didn't want to cause social panic."
"And then?"
"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 accidents here. In the end, the project was forced to stop."
"Is there really a ghost?"
"Even I don't dare to go out at night," Pamela said.
"Is it really that scary?"
"Of course."
"Then if I call that * sshole over, will he die here?"
"That's why I asked you to call him here at midnight. Normally, after one o 'clock, the evil spirits that wander this neighborhood will go into hibernation and won't come out to cause trouble. It's safest to come alone, but if it's two people, the evil spirit might possess or bewitch the other person, causing them to kill each other."
"Are you sure it's okay?"
"It's fine. I've lived here for so long. I know this place like the back of my hand."
Pamela gave Laurent an affirmative look. "Oh, order two takeouts."
"For what?"
"Aren't you eating dinner?"
"I didn't say I was staying," Laurent said.
"Don't you want to stay and see your son-in-law cry in fear?"
Laurent looked at Pamela. "Actually, you just want to get a meal from me, right?"
"It's getting late," Pamela said. "Hurry up and order takeout. If you're late, it won't arrive."
Laurent picked up the phone and ordered two takeouts.
When he put down the phone, Laurent saw a key hanging around Pamela's neck.
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