As soon as Chen Zhao left the police station, he realized that someone was following him.
It was a woman in her twenties, holding the hand of a girl.
Chen Zhao thought that they were just going the same way, but they were already at an intersection.
Moreover, if Chen Zhao stopped, they would stop too.
They didn't hide their goal. They were just following Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao finally couldn't help but turn around. He walked up to the mother and daughter. "Do we know each other?"
"You can see us?"
"What?" Chen Zhao was stunned.
What do you mean I can see you?
The next moment, Chen Zhao turned around. "You're ghosts?"
"We're under the oak tree beside St. Anthony's Cathedral."
Chen Zhao was dumbfounded. He'd seen souls before.
But almost all the souls he had seen were dull, sluggish, and absent-minded.
The mother and daughter didn't look like souls at all. They looked like living people.
Were they the victims of that pervert?
Did they want to ask him to find their bodies and bury them?
Chen Zhao ran back to the police station. "Buddy."
"Mr. Chen, why are you back? Did something pull it down? "
"Can you show me the information on the victims of that pervert?"
"Technically, we can't leak it. Plus, we haven't found all the victims' identities. We haven't found most of their bodies."
The officer paused. "But you're one of the victims, so I can show you. But can you tell me what you want to do?"
"Is there a mother and daughter among the victims? The mother is around 30 years old with brown hair. The daughter is 11 or 12. "
Just then, a haggard man walked out of the recording room. Hearing Chen Zhao's words, he immediately rushed over. "Who are you? How do you know Amanda? And my daughter? "
The officer also looked at Chen Zhao, confused. He wouldn't believe that Chen Zhao was a suspect.
After all, he'd already investigated Chen Zhao. Although Chen Zhao hadn't been in America for long, his record was very good.
He didn't have any bad records, especially when he'd saved nine people from a fire not long ago.
So, subjectively, the officer believed Chen Zhao.
"Mr. Chen, can you give us an explanation?"
Just then, the lights in the office dimmed.
Chen Zhao looked at the mother and daughter beside him. The ghost girl turned on the light switch.
"Um … I'll say … I'm a spiritualist. Would you believe me?" Chen Zhao asked awkwardly.
"Eh …" The policeman was also a little embarrassed. He didn't believe it, but he was too embarrassed to say it directly.
"I do, I do, sir. Tell me, are they with you now?"
Chen Zhao nodded with difficulty. "They are."
"Mr. Chen, this Mr. Bord just received news that his wife and daughter might have been killed, so I don't want him to be agitated."
At this moment, a glass of water on the table next to him fell without any warning.
Both the policeman and Bord were shocked. Why did the cup fall down for no reason?
The water on the table began to appear, began to move in a regular pattern, we are here.
"We … are here."
Bord and the policeman were both frightened, and the policeman was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
Actually, he really didn't want to play the role of a spiritualist.
However, in the United States, there was a high degree of religious freedom, and there were many religions that believed in ghosts and gods.
In addition, many movies and TV dramas were filled with ghost culture, so many people actually believed in ghosts and gods.
Therefore, many so-called spiritualists also appeared on various platforms with great fanfare.
Even the media would occasionally invite one or two famous spiritualists as guests for interviews.
Of course, no one would send a spiritualist to a lab for dissection.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
A few policemen outside the office heard the noise and ran in. When they saw their colleague sitting on the ground, they thought that he'd been attacked.
This was a police station, after all. There had been cases of criminals attacking interrogating policemen.
"There's a ghost here … There's a ghost here …"
"David, are you under too much pressure from work?"
"No, I'm telling the truth," David said nervously. "This Mr. Chen is a spiritualist. Mr. Chen … tell them that it's true …"
"Uh … actually, being a spiritualist is my part-time job. My main profession is still a doctor."
"That's not important. Tell them that Mr. Bord's wife is here."
The policemen who came in all looked at Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao hesitated. "They're here."
Just then, the fallen cup suddenly flew up slowly and landed before Chen Zhao and the policemen.
In the end, it lost its balance and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
All the policemen felt a chill under their feet. They were all scared out of their wits.
"Uh … don't be so scared. They're not evil spirits … They asked me to find them. The rest is none of my business."
"Amanda, Aisha, I love you … Mr. Chen … Can they hear me?"
They couldn't. They could see Bord, but they couldn't hear his voice.
It seemed that they could only communicate with Bord through Chen Zhao.
The policemen stared at Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao repeated Bord's words to the air.
"Uh, your daughter said that you can help her take care of Alan?"
Bord's face was already covered in tears. "Aisha, I will. I'll help you take care of Alan. I'll take him for a walk every day."
"Your wife said … she knows about you and Jones, but she forgives you."
"Uh …"
"Amanda, I'm sorry, I'm sorry …"
"Okay, let's find their remains quickly."
By now, the policemen no longer doubted Chen Zhao's words. They all looked at him respectfully.
In fact, sometimes, the police would work with spiritualists too.
Of course, it was useless most of the time.
Chen Zhao told the police and Bord the address and they moved immediately.
Three police cars led the way and arrived outside St. Anthony's Cathedral.
Chen Zhao saw an oak tree in the distance. Pointing at it, he said, "It's over there. It's probably buried underneath."
Chen Zhao glanced at the mother and daughter beside him, only to realize that they'd disappeared at some point.
The policemen took their tools and went to the oak tree. Wanda walked around the tree and sniffed the ground. Then, she started barking.
The policemen and Bord all looked at Chen Zhao, waiting for further instructions.
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