After knowing about the psychic, Chris and the other two decided to find her, so they did not go back to Joanna's house and drove directly to find the psychic.

The man's home was not far from where Chris met her, and in an old bungalow, there were some strange plants and hangings hanging on the door facing the street.

It was already the second half of the night, and it was obviously not a good time to visit someone else's house. However, after hesitating for a moment, Chris still knocked on the door.

There was a barking sound from inside, and Chris knocked it hard again, and then he could hear footsteps and the lights in the room. After a while, he heard a woman asking nervously: "Who, who is outside?"

"I'm sorry to bother, I'm a policeman." Chris heard the voice of the man before, "We just met a few hours ago."

The people inside didn't say anything and seemed to be hesitating. Chris was a little anxious, "I know the time is not right now, but the situation is urgent."

"What happened?" the woman asked through the door, her tone of nervousness.

"It's very strange, someone is dead." Chris said patiently, "Can you let me in and say it? Things are a bit complicated."

The woman inside stopped talking. After a while, the door was opened and the light came out. The woman looked carefully at Chris through the crack in the door, and then looked at Claire and Joanna behind him.

"They are with me." Chris shrugged, "Can we get in?"

The woman then opened the door. She was wearing a thick plaid pajama with several necklaces hanging around her neck. Behind her was a brown shepherd, looking at Chris and the other two with caution.

"Come in," said the woman, touching and comforting the dog, "Be careful not to step on that line."

Chris was stunned. He looked down and found a line sprinkled with white powder on the floor at the door, which was very conspicuous on the black carpet.

"What is this?" Claire asked?

"That's salt." The women muttered, "can stop evil spirits from coming in, they can't get through this line."

Claire looked at Chris, then looked at Joanna, shrugging. The three of them closed the door and looked at the room - it looked a little messy, with the walls and shelves hanging around them with strange objects, and the windows were covered with thick curtains. The three of them did not stay here, followed the psychic to the room behind. The room looked much more normal. Although there were some strange decorations, it seemed to be a normal person.

Several people sat down around a shabby little round table, and the big dog was lying honestly at the woman's feet. She glanced at Chris and asked, "What happened?"

Chris organized a little language and said what happened in the hospital. For a moment, no one in the room spoke, and the female psychic turned pale and looked extremely scared.

"I knew...I knew..." she muttered, her mood a little out of control.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Chris asked. "What do you mean by what you said to me before?"

The woman glanced at Chris and said hesitantly: "The girl is spiritual. Well, this is a rare talent and has some magical abilities. This is why she was injured so seriously but could save her life." She looked at Joanna, "But because of this, she was harmed by inhumanity, the girl's heart was filled with resentment and desire for revenge. This strong emotion would attract terrible things."

"What is it, what is it?" Claire asked anxiously.

The woman trembled for a moment, as if she had remembered something terrible, "evil things, vengeful spirits or demons."

"You mean, my daughter is entangled by a ghost?" Joanna asked anxiously.

"It's a resentful spirit and a demon, not a ghost. And..." The woman smiled terrified, "I'm afraid that the girl is no longer your daughter."

"What did you say?" Joanna's face turned pale in an instant, and she looked at the woman opposite in horror.

"Is there any way?" Chris asked hesitated, "I mean, can we stop this?"

The woman sighed, "If it is a resentful spirit, we may try to drive it away from your daughter's body, but if it is a demon," she shook her head, "I'm afraid the most thing we should do is leave here as soon as possible."

She stood up and took a thick book from a bookshelf next to her. The old leather cover looked very old. She put the book on the table, turned to one of the pages, and slowly said, "The demon can sense the darkest and strongest desire in our hearts, and induce us to hand over the soul to it, carry its power with our bodies, after which," she looked up at the others, "The demon will look for more victims, and with their flesh and souls, to enter our world completely." She paused and turned the book to other pages, "The last time the demon came to Europe in 1940, there was no more record except knowing that many people died, because no one survived."

Chris and others were silent again. What they heard just now was so incredible, but they couldn't believe what happened before. Chris looked at Joanna. She looked very bad now. What happened to Shirley was too terrible. It was far from something that a single mother could afford. Chris felt a headache, and things became more complicated and tricky. Faced with supernatural power, he felt very unconfident, but thinking of the cute Shirley in the past and thinking of Joanna's grief once she lost her daughter, Chris knew what she had to do.

"Well, let alone the vengeful spirits or demons, what do you think we can do now?" Chris looked at the psychic, and the woman was looking at him with a look of a madman. "Whether we can succeed or not, at least we should try it."

"Please help us and save my daughter." Joanna begged, "I can't lose her."

The psychic hesitated, and after a while, she nodded, "Okay, let me try."

"Thank you so much, thank you so much." Joanna said excitedly, "What should I call you?"

"My name is Ota, Ota Argos." said the psychic, "I know you, Mrs. Reus, and have also seen your daughter. To be honest, she is indeed a cute little girl." After Ota said that, he looked at the Chris brother and sister.

"I'm Chris Rayfield, this is my sister, Claire Rayfield." Chris introduced himself, and Ota promised to help, which made him feel relieved, "What should we do now?"

Ota thought for a while, "In my opinion, no matter what is entangled with that girl, driven by Shirley's hatred, she will go to seek revenge for those who hurt her. If we can find those murderers, the situation may change."

"But we don't know who the murderer is?" Chris said with some annoyance. "The owner of the grocery store, damn it. I dare say he knows something, but he refuses to tell me." Chris thought for a while, "I'll go find him now."

"He still won't say it." Claire seemed calmer than her brother. "How can you convince him that he wouldn't believe these things without seeing them with his own eyes."

"Maybe I have a solution, but this is dangerous." Ota thought for a while, and she got up and took out a black cloth from the cabinet next to her and spread it flat on the table. The cloth was painted with a mysterious pentagram filled with other unknown mysterious symbols; she placed a crystal ball in the center of the pentagram, and then placed a lit candle on each corner of the pentagram.

Ota asked Chris to turn off the lights in the room. The candlelight was beating and emitted a faint light, and the atmosphere in the room became a little weird.

"You guys come around, hold your hands together, focus on thinking about that girl, remember, focus on it," Ota said. "Concentrate, don't be distracted."

Several people looked at each other and did what they did. Four people sat around the table, trying their best to recall Shirley, while Ota closed his eyes and murmured something. For a moment, the room was very quiet, Ota's whisper was clearly audible, echoing in the ears of Chris and the other two.

Chris felt very strange. He seemed to have entered a wonderful state, as if he was dreaming. The darkness in front of him disappeared. He stood between a blurry light and shadow, as if he was looking through a dirty glass window, and there was a rustling sound like radio noise in his ears. It seemed that someone was shouting, and the sound sounded very far away.

Chris found himself in a room, with dark red blood on the ground, a man lying on the ground, naked on his upper body, his chest was covered with blood, a terrible wound completely exposed his chest, and the things from the man's hands added a bit of cruelty and weirdness to the bloody scene - he held a sharp knife in his right hand, and in his left hand, there was a heart.

"This is what he deserves." A girl's voice suddenly said, and the next moment, everything around her began to blur and turned into a bloody color. Chris felt as if he had fallen into the abyss. He struggled subconsciously, and then a burst of pain woke him up.

Chris opened his eyes suddenly and found himself lying on the ground. He was still at Ota's house. He stood up and saw Joanna and Claire leaning against the chair with pale faces, full of horror; while Ota closed his eyes tightly and his body trembled violently. She was holding the crystal ball tightly and muttering to herself.

"Show your face... say your purpose..." Ota said hoarsely, as if every word would take a lot of effort, "Answer me..."

Ota's efforts did not last long. The candlelight suddenly rose and burned the entire candle in a moment. The electric light that had been turned off also emitted a dazzling light and then burned out instantly. At the same time, the crystal ball in Ota's hand shattered with a bang, she groaned and fell down.

Chris and the other two hurriedly helped her up. Through the glimmer of light shining in the window, Chris could see blood from the corner of Ota's mouth. Ota looked very weak, and with Claire's support, she sat in the chair.

"It's too powerful..." she whispered, with despair and fear in her voice, "We can't stop it..."

Her words were interrupted by the barking of the dog, and the originally quiet big dog stood up suddenly and was roaring at the door.

"What's wrong with it?" Joanna asked uneasily.

"It's it, it's coming..." Ota said in horror, "it's coming..."

Chris was startled and quickly stood up and pulled out his pistol. He turned on the tactical lamp on the pistol and swept the darkness vigilantly. For a moment, the few people were breathing, and only the low roar of dog demonstrations could be heard in the room, suppression and tension enveloped everyone.

Chris's spirit collapsed tightly, and then Chris seemed to hear some sound - as if coming from a distance, as if someone was laughing or wailing, making Chris feel a little chilled.

"Did you hear that sound?" Chris asked in a low voice, his eyes still staring at the door.

No one answered, or it seemed, no one, the room was surprisingly quiet - Chris was startled, and he turned around, and the others disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Chris felt a coldness coming from his arm, and he subconsciously turned his head - "Sherry" in red was standing next to him silently, under the light of the tactical flashlight, a cold smile on his pale face.

Chris felt darkness in front of him. After a while, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange place - it seemed to be a valley, not far from him was a collapsed and broken wooden house, with some parts still burning. Chris heard the sound again, like laughing, or wailing. The sound came from the direction of the wooden house. Chris frowned. He found that his pistol and flashlight were gone, but he walked over carefully.

The moonlight was still bright, and Chris could barely see what was in front of him. The house was destroyed very much, and the small half had completely collapsed. He slowly walked around the scattered obstacles and walked in. The sound was getting closer and closer, and bypassing a broken wall, he saw the source of the sound - it was a baby, kneeling on the ground with his back to Chris, two people lying on the ground in front of him, and beside him was a broken crib, and another baby was crying.

Chris hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked towards the baby kneeling on the ground, and he could see the two people lying on the lie—a young man and woman, silently, Chris realized that they were no longer alive.

The baby was still smiling, and the laughter was shrill and cold, like a wounded beast wailing. Chris could feel the deep despair, pain, and hatred like a sea. It is hard to imagine what kind of experience it would make a person fall into such a terrible emotion.

As if he noticed Chris' arrival, the baby slowly stood up under Chris's surprised gaze and turned to look at Chris.
Chapter completed!