"I really envy your level, the words I write are dry, I don't like to read them, I'm afraid I won't have anything but this......" Heather gestured with her hands in front of her chest, teasing herself optimistically.

You have this to add at least 30 points to your charm......

Bella laughed dryly, this topic is relatively heavy, it is too heavy!

She remembers very well that she was able to live in this dormitory building by a little obsession, and what did her roommate rely on? That goes without saying.

In fact, Heather's roommate is good in all aspects, hygienic, has no bad habits, and can cook! is usually full of eyes, but sometimes Bella will have some unnatural expressions when she sees her underwear drying, and the size of the clothes is too exaggerated......

"I'm leaving, you keep writing." Heather now has a poor relationship with her adoptive parents and adoptive parents, and on weekends, she goes to San Francisco to work away from her adoptive parents.

Bella has nothing to say about this, her biological parents are conflicted, let alone adoptive parents.

"I've recently met a very interesting young man, and you can't imagine what he does, so I'll tell you about it." Heather finally said mysteriously.

"Okay." Bella's answer is very formulaic, it's like 'I'll invite you to dinner', just listen to it.

She continued to write hard, adding details and embellishing the text. Heather, on the other hand, drove to San Francisco, went on a date with her boyfriend, and worked part-time by the way.

Heather works at an ice cream parlor, and the owner, who thinks that customers will have the urge to eat ice cream when they see her good figure, almost did not hesitate to hire her to work on vacation.

During Bella's bloodbath in Paris, Heather met a man, who came to the store with his female companion to buy ice cream, as a woman with unique conditions, Heather was very conservative in terms of feelings, and obviously had a good conversation with the young man, but she still did not make any further moves.

It wasn't until a week ago, when she heard that the man's girlfriend had died in a car accident and the two met again on the street, that the relationship began to heat up.

Maise, a young man with a mustache and a black helmet and riding a scooter, walked into the ice cream parlor and Heather greeted him with a big hug.

The two fell in love unexpectedly, and their hobbies are similar, and even the things they come into contact with in life have a lot in common.

After a hot kiss, they sat down on a chair next to them and ate ice cream.

"Oh, damn it! I worked part-time for a month, worked hard to look after the store, and the black-hearted boss gave me 800 dollars. Mustache Mess grumbled angrily.

Heather laughed and teased her boyfriend, and said not without smugness: "My roommate is very good to me, I can make eight hundred dollars a month as long as I cook some food!" If you count this job in San Francisco, my monthly income is even higher! ”

He doesn't make as much money as his girlfriend, which makes the mustache Max a little lost.

He had the idea of opening his own store and being his own boss.

What will he do? He didn't finish high school, but he didn't know anything!

Fortunately, the 'black-hearted boss' in his mouth left a guide to occultism, and if he encountered questions, if he called, the boss would also give a more professional answer.

Under the influence of the 'black-hearted boss' and the invisible influence of the working environment, Comrade Max, a contemporary second-class young man living under the banner of the stars and stripes, with an empty head and like a blank sheet of paper, was transformed into a believer in occultism.

From the Church of Scientology to the Rosicrucian Declaration, from the three main points of animal sacrifice to the dos and don'ts of spirit tourism, he memorized a stomach theory.

He wanted to open his own occult shop, because he would do this, and he would only do this.

In order to show his ability, Max is like a peacock, showing off his knowledge in front of his new girlfriend.

He picked up a pen and quickly drew a figure on the paper: "Do you recognize this symbol?" ”

What surprised him was that Heather actually knew, and the big murderer girl looked at it carefully: "This is Solomon's Great Seven Stars, right?" ”

Max was stunned! Are the students at Stanford so tough, you guys even know that?

Heather smiled sheepishly, "My roommate was writing a book about a lot of religions recently, and she told me about this pattern. ”

The fact is that as Bella's roommate, Heather's attainments in the occult are not low, although she is not interested, but she can't stand it, she has seen a lot of this thing, seen a lot, and there are professionals to explain it, so she naturally understands.

People are influential to people, and some people are naturally charismatic, and the people around them will unconsciously imitate his every move, many leaders are like this, and Bella also has similar qualities.

As a result, Max and Heather both see some shadows of Bella in each other, and they don't realize what those similarities are, but this is a big reason why they are attracted to each other.

Max thinks that today's college students are very fond of occult knowledge, and Heather's unknown roommate represents a common phenomenon! The shop where I work now is completely because the boss doesn't care, and if you run it with your heart, you will definitely make a lot of money!

In order to have more topics to chat with her boyfriend, Heather often discusses occult things with him.

Max couldn't answer and asked the 'black-hearted boss', and Heather called his roommate for help when he got into a problem.

The occult knowledge of the two can be said to be 'rubbing' upward......

Talking about the occult and watching ghost movies in the cemetery, Heather originally thought that her happiness could last forever, but the nightmare came.

On the second floor where Max worked, the two were about to do something happy, but the door of the cold room was pushed open.

An icy cold wind rushed into the room, instantly taking away the enthusiasm of the two.

The mustachioed Max couldn't help but look back, only to find his ex-girlfriend in a white robe, barefoot, with a disheveled head, and red eyes, standing behind him, and he was stunned!

Two seconds later, he found that his teeth were chattering, he must have hallucinated, his ex-girlfriend should have been buried!

His nose twitched, he smelled a strong smell of earth, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.

"Little Love...... Little Love...... You, you, me? ......！ ”

His voice was extremely dry, and the next moment he saw his ex-girlfriend's pale palm clutching his neck.

The cracks between his fingernails were full of scraps of dirt and wood, and it seemed like they could strangle him in the next second.

"Who is she?" The ex-girlfriend pointed at Heather and asked sharply.

At this time, the big murderer girl was also frightened and pale, her husky-like blue eyes were full of fear, she had seen Max's ex-girlfriend, and she also knew the death of the other party, but who was standing in front of her now?