Laurent came to a rather desolate community, with no one in this community.

Laurente took out his phone: "Pamela, I've already arrived at the gate of the community."

"Okay, you're waiting for me there."

A moment later, an old woman came out of the community with a pale face, messy hair, and a floral dress that looked quite old, just like a ghost in the movie.

"Fake Squid...you..." Laurent turned around and wanted to run when he saw the old woman.

"Laurent, come back, it's me, Pamela." The old woman couldn't catch up with Laurent, so she could only shout from behind.

When Laurent heard the old woman's voice, hesitated to look at the old woman.

"Are you Pamela?"

"It's me, I'm Pamela."

"Are you Pamela?"

"That's right."

Laurent looked at the old woman in front of him carefully.

He really couldn't believe how a woman so beautiful twenty years ago turned out to be like this.

However, there was indeed a trace of Pamela's shadow on her body.

"How did you become like this?"

Pamela should be a few years younger than herself, so she shouldn't have become so old, right?

Pamela straightened up and then peeled off the fake skin from her face.

The whole person became refreshed in an instant. Although he was older, he was at least not as scary as before.

"What did you do to make yourself like that?" Laurent then confirmed that it was indeed Pamela.

"There is no way, if you do our job, you can believe that I am a senior psychic." Pamela said helplessly.

"Then are you?"

"Of course I am."

Laurent still doubted that even though she had always said she was a psychic since she met Pamela.

But Laurent still didn't believe it.

"Let's go and talk inside me."

Laurent followed Pamela and looked at the desolate neighborhood around him.

He is basically sure that there is no one in this community.

No, it should be said that Pamela is the only one living.

"How did you live here?"

"Barring nonsense, have you ever seen any high-end apartments in the psychic? Besides, the rent for a month of houses here is only $300."

Laurent felt that the latter sentence was the real reason.

"And in everyone's impression, shouldn't the old witch live in such a place?"

Pamela pushed open the door, and Laurenter pressed the switch, but the light didn't turn on.

"Why isn't it light? Is it broken?"

“No power.”

"Didn't have power? There are frequent power outages here?"

"The circuits of the entire community have long been turned off."

"Then how do you live? You can't even cook, right?"

"Order takeaway." Pamela's answer directly made her lose her sense of mystery.

Pamela said, pulling open the curtains.

The living room suddenly became much brighter.

There are many strange things in the living room, as well as several bookshelves.

"Often the guests come here, in order to keep the mystery, I keep the interior dark."

Pamela said, "By the way, what are you doing when you look for me this time?"

"You are really a psychic, are you?"

"Of course, are you doubting my authenticity?"

"Then will you attract ghosts?" asked Laurenter.

"That's what the Dead Words psychic did, I won't."

"What will you do?"

"If you want to summon souls, I can introduce my colleagues to you, but I will charge an agency fee."

“…”

Laurent was speechless: "Will you curse or something?"

"That's a voodoo psychic."

Pamela looked at Laurent: "Do you have any enemies?"

"I have an irreconcilable enemy."

"What a grudge?"

"He stole my daughter."

Pamela almost overturned the table.

After talking for a long time, it’s your son-in-law, right?

"If you can help me with him, I'll pay you $10,000."

When Pamela heard about the $10,000, he was moved.

"How much do you want to do it? Kill it?"

"Then there is no need, just make him afraid, it's better to give in."

Pamela understood.

It’s just a conflict between the father-in-law and son-in-law.

Pamela thought for a while and said, "This way, you bring him to my community, by the way, you will bring him here at twelve o'clock in the evening."

"What are we doing? Are we looking for someone to ambush here?" asked Laurent, "If you are looking for someone to ambush, that bastard is very powerful in fighting, and even a dozen people may not have beaten him."

"I'm not that bad, and it's also a cost to hire a thug."

"Then what kind of backup do you have?"

Pamela lowered her head: "Do you know why it's empty?"

Laurent thought for a while.

When he came in, the facilities along the way seemed to be kept intact.

Except for the long-term no one has managed it, many places have covered the road surface, so there seems to be no other problem.

"Why?"

"Twelve years ago, a plague happened here."

"Plague? This is in America. Are you sure you didn't joke with me?"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"picture."

"I'm serious." Pamela looked at Laurente seriously: "There is no report in the media, just because she is afraid of causing social panic."

"Then what?"

"More than a hundred people died in that plague."

"Do you want to say that this is haunted?"

"Later, a developer bought this land from the government and wanted to redevelop it, but there were many casualties here, and the project was finally suspended."

"Is there really a ghost?"

"Even I don't dare to go out at night," Pamela said.

"Is it really that scary?"

"certainly."

"Then I call that bastard over, will he die here?"
To be continued...