Chapter 591
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"Are you talking about this key?" Pamela pulled the key from her neck. "My teacher gave it to me. Why do you suddenly ask?"
"My wife seems to have the same one, but hers is made of gold. She gave it to that bastard."
Pamela waved the key in her hand. "Unfortunately, mine isn't made of gold."
"You have a key around your neck. That's too weird."
"If your wife had one, you wouldn't say that." Pamela rolled her eyes at Laurent.
Soon, the food arrived at the entrance. Pamela went to get it.
Laurent waited leisurely, but Pamela didn't come back no matter how long he waited.
Bored, Laurent took down a book from the shelf.
It was a very old book. The hard cover was cracked, and he couldn't see the title.
He flipped it open and saw a picture.
It was a picture of thirteen different-colored keys.
But he couldn't understand the words below. Rather than words, it was more like a picture.
Laurent had never seen such strange words.
It was just two steps. Why wasn't Pamela back yet?
Laurent looked out the window.
It was getting late. The sun had already set.
Laurent picked up his phone, wanting to call Pamela.
But the voice said, "The number you dialed is not in service."
What? He'd called before.
Why was it not in service now?
Laurent decided to get up and find Pamela.
When he walked to the hallway, his feet sank. The wooden floor actually caved in.
Laurent took out his feet and found something inside.
"What is it?"
Laurent took it out. It was a dusty box.
He opened it and found many old photos inside.
They were all photos of him, Asand, and Pamela when they were young.
Ding —
A key fell to the ground.
Laurent picked it up. Wasn't this the key that had been hanging around Pamela's neck?
Why was it here?
Was it the same style?
Laurent noticed that the bedroom door beside him was ajar.
Laurent pushed the door open.
However, a sour smell assaulted his nostrils.
The bed, table, chair, and cabinet were all covered in years of dust.
Creak —
The cabinet was also half-closed, emitting an ear-piercing sound.
She pulled open the closet door. It was filled with familiar clothes that Pamela had worn in the past.
However, it was also covered in dust. Who knew how long it had been there?
Laurent shuddered suddenly.
That's not right. It looks like no one has lived here for more than a decade.
Laurent was just about to rush out of the house when he heard a voice outside.
Pamela was back, but Laurent didn't stop panicking. Instead, he became even more terrified.
"Laurent, what's wrong? Why do you look so panicked? What happened? "
"No, nothing." Laurent's expression was a little unnatural.
"Come and eat," Pamela said.
"Pamela … You …" Laurent swallowed. "Are you dead?"
Laurent thought of what Pamela had said.
Twelve years ago, there had been a plague in this area.
More than a hundred people had died.
Was Pamela one of the hundred or so people?
"F * ck you, you're the one who's dead," Pamela cursed. "What are you talking about?"
"But your place looks … looks …"
"It doesn't look like someone lives here, does it?"
Laurent wondered if he'd seen a ghost today.
He didn't know if he was scaring himself.
But after Pamela left, he'd felt something was wrong.
"Of course it's to make people think that my place is mysterious. You don't know how troublesome it is for us to make people believe us. We need to put in some effort."
"Are you sure? You're still alive, right? "
Pamela lifted her sore leg and kicked Laurent's leg.
"Stop bullshitting. Are you going to eat or not? I'll finish it myself."
Laurent suddenly laughed when he saw Pamela's familiar gesture.
It was still that familiar feeling and that familiar temper.
After eating and drinking, Laurent and Pamela started to reminisce about their past.
And their shared past.
Before they knew it, the sky had darkened.
The community outside was pitch-black. There was no light at all.
Pamela lit a candle.
"I remember back then, we were in that abandoned warehouse. You, me, and Asand did the same. We lit a fire and talked loudly. How many years has it been?"
"Who would've known?" Pamela said, smiling. "That scoundrel turned into a politician one day."
"The last time the three of us met was 20 years ago, right?"
"Yeah."
"You and Asand are both in LA. Didn't you meet?"
"That old bastard is still the same. He rides his motorcycle everywhere all day. We only talk occasionally. I have to make money too, so we didn't meet again."
Laurent glanced at the time. Before he knew it, they'd been talking for more than four hours.
"Did you know that Asand got into a car accident recently?"
"No. He didn't tell me. How's his injury?"
"He can't stand up right now. After a while, when he can, the three of us can meet up."
"It's about time," Pamela said.
"What time?"
"Of course. Aren't you going to mess with your daughter's boyfriend? Of course, we're going to call him."
"Now?"
"Of course."
"Are you sure this will work? Are you sure there are evil spirits in this neighborhood? "
"I'm a psychic. Don't you believe me?"
"You always said you were a psychic back then, but I've never seen you have any special abilities."
"What do you think a psychic is? A magic show for you? "
"Fine, fine."
Laurent picked up the phone and dialed Chen Zhao's number.
"Laurent, are you coming back tonight or not?" Chen Zhao's tone was aggressive as soon as he spoke.
"Chen, I'm at a friend's place. I drank too much. Come get me."
"Do you think I'll care? Call a cab back yourself. "
"My place is a bit remote. I can't call a cab."
"Then walk back yourself." Chen Zhao couldn't be bothered with Laurent.
"Don't be like this, Chen. I'm Fali's father."
Chen Zhao's mind was in turmoil. This old bastard only knew how to threaten him like this.
"Did you prepare another trap for me?"
"No, no. Definitely not. I swear that there's no such thing. Plus, do you think a trap will work on you?"
"Fine. Where's the address?"
Chen Zhao didn't believe Laurent. The old bastard definitely had some trap for him to jump into.
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