As soon as Chen Zhao left the police station, he found someone following him.

A woman in her twenties holding a girl.

Chen Zhao originally thought he was just the same road, but they had already followed an intersection.

Moreover, as long as Chen Zhao stopped, they also stopped.

They did not hide their purpose, they just followed Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao finally couldn't help but look back and came to the mother and daughter: "Do we know each other?"

"Can you see us?"

"What?" Chen Zhao was stunned for a moment.

What does it mean to see you?

The next moment, Chen Zhao turned around: "Are you ghosts?"

“We are under the oak tree next to St. Anthony’s Cathedral.”

Chen Zhao was confused. He had never seen his soul.

But almost all the souls he has seen are dull and dull.

This mother and daughter are completely different from those souls, and they look like living people.

Are they the victims of the perverted state?

Do they want to instruct themselves to retrieve their bodies and bury them?

Chen Zhao ran back to the police station again: "Buddy."

"Mr. Chen, why are you back? Did something be pulled down?"

"Can you show me their information about the victim in the hands of the pervert?"

"In theory, we cannot disclose it, and we have not found out the identities of all victims. Most of the victims' bodies have not been found."

The police paused and said, "But you are one of the parties involved, so I can show you, but can you tell me what you are going to do."

"Among the victims, is there a mother and daughter? The mother is about thirty years old, with brown hair, and the girl is eleven or twelve years old."

At this time, a haggard man had just come out of the recording room and heard Chen Zhao's words and rushed over immediately: "Who are you? Why do you know Amanda? And my daughter?"

The police also looked at Chen Zhao in confusion. If Chen Zhao was suspected, he would not believe it.

After all, he had already conducted an investigation into Chen Zhao. Although Chen Zhao had come to the United States for a short time, his records were very good and there were no bad records.

Especially not long ago, he saved nine people in a fire.

So subjectively, the police believe in Chen Zhao.

"Mr. Chen, can you explain?"

At this moment, the lights in the office suddenly dimmed.

Chen Zhao looked at the mother and daughter who were following him, and the ghost girl pressed the switch of the light.

"That... I said... I said I am a psychic. Do you believe it?" Chen Zhao said embarrassedly.

"Uh..." The policeman was also a little embarrassed. He didn't believe it, but he was embarrassed to say it directly.

"I believe, I believe, sir, tell me, are they around now?"

Chen Zhao nodded with difficulty: "They are there."

"Mr. Chen, this Mr. Bird just got the news that his wife and daughter are likely to have been killed, so I don't want him to be stimulated any more."

At this time, a glass of water on the table next to it fell down without any warning.

The policeman and Bird were both startled. Why did the cup fall down for no reason?

The water marks on the table began to appear and began to move regularly, and we are here.

“We… are here.”

Bird and the police were both frightened, and the police were so scared that they sat down on the ground.

In fact, Chen Zhao didn't want to play the role of a psychic.

However, in the United States, religion is highly free, and there are many religions that believe in ghosts and gods.

In addition, a large number of film and television dramas are full of ghost culture, so many people actually believe in ghosts.

Therefore, many so-called psychics also appeared on various platforms with great fanfare.

Even in the media, one or two well-known psychics would occasionally be invited to interview.

Of course, no one would send the psychic to the laboratory for an autopsy.

"What's wrong, what happened?"

Several policemen outside the office heard the sound and ran in. When they saw their colleagues sitting on the ground, they thought they had been attacked.

After all, this is a police station, and some prisoners have also attacked and interrogated the police.

"There are ghosts here...there are ghosts here..."

"David, are you too stressed in your work?"

"No, I said it's true. This Mr. Chen, he is a psychic, Mr. Chen... tell them, this is true..." David said nervously.

"That... Actually, I work as a part-time psychic, and my main job is still a doctor."

"It doesn't matter, tell them that Mr. Bird's wife is here."

Several policemen who came in outside looked at Chen Zhao, and Chen Zhao hesitated for a moment: "They are here."

At this time, the falling cup suddenly flew slowly and came to Chen Zhao and the police.

Finally, he lost weight and fell to the ground and broke.

All the police felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet, and they were all scared.

"That... don't be so scared, they are not evil spirits... I was told by them that if I found them, everything else is nothing to do with me."

"Amanda, Aisha, I love you...Mr. Chen... Can they hear my voice?"

They could not hear Bird, but they could not hear his voice.

It seems that only through Chen Zhao, the intermediary, can they communicate with Bird.

Several policemen looked at Chen Zhao, and Chen Zhao repeated Bird's words to the air.

"Uh, your daughter said, can you help her take good care of Alan?"

Bird was already in tears: "Aisha, I will, I will take care of Allen for you, and I will take him out for a walk every day."

"Your wife said...she knows about you and Jones, but she forgives you."

"Forehead……"

"Amanda, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Okay, let's find their remains as soon as possible."

At this time, the police no longer doubted Chen Zhao's words and looked at Chen Zhao with admiration.

In fact, sometimes, police also seek psychics to cooperate.

Of course, it is useless most of the time.

Chen Zhao told the police and Bird the address, and everyone acted immediately.

Three police cars drove the way outside St. Anthony's Cathedral.

Chen Zhao saw an oak tree from afar. Chen Zhao pointed at the oak tree and said, "It's right there, maybe it's buried below."

Chen Zhao glanced at the mother and daughter beside him, but found that they had disappeared at some point.

Several policemen took the tools and went to the oak tree. Wanda sniffed around the oak tree, and then began to bark.

The police and Bird both looked at Chen Zhao and waited for his further instructions.

"Dig here." Chen Zhao pointed to the place where Wanda Station was.
Chapter completed!