Knowing about the psychic, Chris and the others decided to go to her, so instead of going back to Joanna's house, they drove directly to find the psychic.

The man's home was not far from where Chris had met her, in an old bungalow. The door facing the street is hung with strange plants and ornaments.

It was already the middle of the night, and it was obviously not a good time to visit someone's house, but after a little hesitation, Chris knocked on the door.

There was a dog barking inside, and Chris knocked hard again, and then he could hear footsteps and the sound of lights turning on in the house, and after a while, he heard a woman ask a little nervously, "Who, who's outside?" ”

"Sorry to interrupt, I'm a police officer." Chris could hear the same person's voice, "We just met a few hours ago. ”

The people inside didn't speak, as if hesitating. Chris was a little anxious, "I know it's not the right time to come now, but it's urgent. ”

"What happened?" The woman asked through the door, her tone nervous.

"It's weird, someone died." Chris said patiently, "Can you let me in, it's a little complicated." ”

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

"They're with me." Chris shrugged, "Can we get in?" ”

The woman opened the door, and she was wearing a thick plaid pajamas with several necklaces around her neck. Behind her, a brown sheepdog stood, looking at the three Chris warily.

"Come in," said the woman, soothing the dog, "watch your step, don't step on that line." ”

Chris was stunned, he looked down and saw a line of white powder spilled on the floor of the doorway, standing out against the black carpet.

"What is this?" Claire asked?

"That's salt." The women muttered, "You can stop the evil spirits from coming in, they can't cross this line." ”

Claire looked at Chris, then at Joanna, and shrugged. The three of them closed the door, and surveyed the room—it looked a little messy, with all the walls and shelves covered with strange objects, and the windows covered with thick curtains. The three of them did not linger here, and followed the psychic to the back room, which looked much more normal, and although it was also hung with some strange decorations, at least it looked like a normal person lived in it.

A few people sat down around a small, shabby round table, and the big dog was honestly lying at the woman's feet, and she glanced at Chris and asked, "What happened?" ”

Chris organized the language and recounted what had happened in the hospital, and for a moment, no one in the room spoke, and the female psychic's face turned pale and looked terrified.

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

"Can you tell us what happened?" Chris asked, "What do you mean by those words you said to me earlier?" ”

The woman glanced at Chris, hesitated and said, "That girl has spirituality, well, it's a very rare talent, and she will have some magical abilities, which is why she was so badly injured, but she was able to save her life." She looked at Joanna, "But because of this, being inhumanly mutilated, the girl's heart was filled with resentment and a desire for revenge, and this strong emotion would lead to terrible things." ”

"What is it, what is it that attracts it?" Claire asked eagerly.

The woman shuddered as if she remembered something terrible, "Something evil, a spirit or a demon." ”

"You mean, my daughter is haunted by ghosts?" Joanna asked anxiously.

"It's spirits and demons, not ghosts. And ......," the woman laughed miserably, "I'm afraid that girl is no longer your daughter." ”

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

"Is there any way to do it?" Chris hesitated for a moment and asked, "I mean, can we stop this?" ”

The woman sighed, "If it's a wraith, we might try to exorcise it from your daughter's body, but if it's a demon," she shook her head, "I'm afraid the best thing we should do is get out of here as much as possible." ”

She stood up and removed a thick book from a nearby shelf, the old leather cover looking very old. She placed the book on the table, flipped to one of the pages, and said slowly, "The demon can sense the darkest and strongest desires of our hearts, and in this way tempt us to surrender our souls to it, and carry its power with our bodies," she looked up at the others, "and the demons will seek more victims, and with their flesh and soul, they will enter our world completely." She paused and flipped to the other pages of the book, "The last time a demon came to Europe in 1940, there is no more record of it than knowing that many people died, because no one survived. ”

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

"Well, spirits or demons aside, what do you think we can do now?" Chris looked at the psychic, and the woman was looking at him with a lunatic look, "Whether we succeed or not, at least we should try." ”

"Please, help us, save my daughter." Joanna also 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 Otta, Otta? Argos. "I know you, Mrs. Royce, and I have met your daughter, and she is, to be honest, a lovely little girl." Otta finished and looked at the Chris siblings.

"I'm Chris? Rayfield, this is my sister, Claire? Rayfield. Chris introduced himself, and Otta agreed to help, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, "What do we do now?" ”

Ota thought for a moment, "In my opinion, no matter what pesters that girl, driven by Shirley's hatred, she will seek revenge on those who hurt her, and if we can find those murderers, maybe the situation will change." ”

"But we don't know who the killer is?" Chris said a little annoyed, "That grocery store owner, damn it, I dare say he knows something, but he won't tell me." Chris thought for a moment, "I'll go find him now." ”

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

"Maybe I have a way, but it's dangerous." Otta thought for a moment, and she got up and took out a black cloth from the cabinet next to her, and spread it flat on the table, on which was painted a mysterious pentagram, filled with other unknown mystical symbols; She placed a crystal ball in the center of the pentagram, and then placed a lit candle on each corner of the pentagram.

Otta told Chris to turn off the lights in the room, and the candles flickered and glowed, and the atmosphere in the room became a little eerie.

"Come around, hold your hands together, concentrate on thinking about that girl together, remember, concentrate." "Concentrate and don't get distracted," Otta said. ”

Several people looked at each other and did so, the four of them sat around the table holding hands, trying their best to remember Shirley, while Ota closed his eyes and muttered something in a low voice, and for a moment, the room was quiet, and Otta's whispering was clearly audible, echoing in the ears of the three of Chris.

Chris felt strange, he seemed to be in a strange state, as if in a dream—the darkness disappeared before him, and he stood between a blur of light and shadow, as if he were looking through a dirty glass window, and in his ears there was a rustle like radio noise, as if someone was shouting, and the voice sounded far away.

Chris found himself in a room with dark red blood on the floor, a man lying on the ground, his chest covered in blood, a terrible wound that completely exposed his chest, and the contents of 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, a heart.

"He deserves it." A girl's voice said abruptly, and the next moment, the surrounding qiē began to blur and turned into a bloody color. Chris felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, he subconsciously struggled, and then a burst of pain woke him up.

Chris snapped open his eyes to find himself on the ground, he was still at Otta's house, and he stood up to see Joanna and Claire both pale leaning back in their chairs, their faces full of horror; Ota closed her eyes tightly, her body trembling violently, she was clutching the crystal ball tightly, talking to herself.

"Reveal your face...... Say your purpose......" Ota said in a hoarse voice, as if every word was going to take her a lot of effort, "answer me ......"

Horta's efforts didn't last long, the candle flame suddenly rose, and in a moment the entire candle was burned, and the electric light that had been turned off also glowed brightly, and then burned out in an instant. At the same time, the crystal ball in Otta's hand shattered with a thud, and she snorted and fell.

Chris and the others hurriedly helped her up, and through the glimmer of light shining through the window, Chris could see blood oozing from the corners of Otta's mouth. Otta looked frail and sat down in her chair with Claire's help.

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

Her words were interrupted by the barking of the dog, and the large, otherwise quiet dog stood up sharply and was barking at the door.

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

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

Startled, Chris quickly stood up and drew his pistol, he turned on the tactical hanging light on the pistol, and scanned the darkness around him with alarm. For a moment, several people were breathless, and only the low roar of dogs could be heard in the room, and depression and tension enveloped everyone.

Chris's spirit crumbled, and then, Chris seemed to hear some kind of voice - as if it was coming from a distance, as if someone was laughing, and as if it was wailing, which made Chris feel a little chilly.

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

No one answered, or rather, as if there was no one, and there was a surprising silence in the room - Chris was startled, he turned around, and everyone else disappeared as if they had never appeared.

Chris felt a chill in his arm, and he subconsciously turned his head - "Shirley" in red stood beside him silently, with a cold smile on his pale face under the light of the tactical flashlight.

Chris felt a darkness in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange place—what appeared to be a valley, and not far from him was a crumbling and ruined wooden house, some parts still burning. Chris heard the voice again, like a laugh, like a wail. The sound came from the direction of the cabin, and Chris frowned, realizing that his pistol and flashlight were gone, but he walked cautiously over anyway.

The moonlight was still bright enough for Chris to barely see what he was seeing, the house was so badly damaged that the small half of the house had completely collapsed, and he slowly walked around the scattered obstacles and walked in. The voice was getting closer, and around a broken wall, he saw where it came from—it was a baby, kneeling with his back to Chris, two people lying on the ground in front of him, and beside him there was a broken crib with another baby lying on it, crying.

Chris hesitated, then slowly walked towards the baby on his knees, and he could see the two men lying on the ground - a young man and a woman, silent, and Chris realized that they were lifeless.

The baby was still laughing, and the laughter was bitter and cold, like the wailing of a wounded beast, and Chris could feel the deep despair, the pain, and the hatred that was deep in it. It's hard to imagine what it takes to get a person into such a terrible emotion.

As if sensing Chris's arrival, the baby slowly stood up under Chris's surprised gaze and turned to look at Chris.

"Hiss......" Chris couldn't help but gasp, what he saw made him feel chills all over his body - on the baby's face, two scarlet tears of blood flowed out of his eyes, and the eyes were as slender as blades, shining golden in the pale moonlight.