At 8 minutes and 54 seconds, Ringer was reading his pocket watch, and the sauce bag was still holding Dove's hand.

His nose was still sniffing against Dove's body like a dog.

Is this a psychic or an oil-rubbing oil?

It was time to take action, and at this point, Sauce Bao let go of his hand, opened his eyes, and said, "I didn't see any obvious attacks before she was paralyzed, sorry." ”

Ringer despised Infinity: "Dead open!" Dead open point! ”

The monk wanted to make a move, he was ready to roll up his sleeves, he wanted to throw the bastard out.

It's not like that, but it actually fooled the monk Ben's patient.

This thing is here to rub oil, Dove is like this, you are embarrassed to take advantage of others.

There were a few strange laughs in the nose of the sauce bag, and he said to Dove: "Miss Dove, on the Dionysian Festival, everyone drinks and sings happily, why are you leaning against the tree and smoking alone?" I still smoke a 100-year-old cigarette. ”

Dove's clear eyes immediately blinked.

Just now, she was impatient, but for the sake of her condition, she endured it strongly. Sauce Bao asked, and she was stunned.

"Monk, don't do it yet."

Sauce Bag sensed Ringer's anger.

"Don't be afraid, Dove, I'm here, say, expose this liar's trick."

Dove nodded.

"You don't know how to smoke, why do you smoke, I saw you choking on cigarettes and coughing, very annoyed."

Dove leaned back in horror, her actions were obviously right by the psychic.

"Really?!"

Ringer stared at Dove.

"Yes, I attended a Dionysian festival before my leg was weak, and I was there because..."

She didn't continue.

Sauce bag: "At that time, because your stepfather bullied you, you were very depressed and wanted to kill, didn't you?" ”

Dove's face changed abruptly, and Ringer also took a step back and scolded: "Mr. Captive, your sister's." Are you a ghost or a human? ”

"I'm a psychic, I'm a real person, I've told you a long time ago, Dove, do you need me to tell me about the relationship between you and your stepfather?"

Dove hurriedly said, "No, don't say it! ”

"Then, don't say, did your stepfather take revenge on you before he died?"

Ringer didn't dare to interject and waited for Dove.

Dove: "I don't know what you're talking about?" ”

Sauce bag: "You know what I'm talking about, from your memory, I read that your stepfather is an alcoholic, addict, very bad bastard, you kill him, I strongly approve, you can rest assured, the psychic sees everything, is not to tell the police, and anyone around him, this is the minimum moral quality of a psychic, otherwise, this psychic will not only not make money, but will also be punished, will be killed." ”

Dove pointed to Ringer.

The girl's action is very clear, you haven't already leaked what you see to others, you will be killed.

"The monk is different, he is an honest dark magician, not a good man."

Ringer slapped him on the head: "Are you scolding me, or are you praising me?" ”

"I don't say that, I'll be punished, before she got sick, she killed her hateful stepdad scum and ran away from the house, and later, with friends, girlfriends, not boyfriends, that's all."

"Is that so?"

Ringer asked Dove.

Dove took a long breath and asked, 'Is there any smoke?' ”

"I don't smoke, psychic, do you have one?" fantasy

The psychic made a regretful expression.

Fifteen minutes or so, Ringer came over with a pack of cigarettes, and the monastery was now full of smokers.

Ringer gave her one on the ground, struck a match, lit it for her, and Dove sucked hard, choking and coughing, and his coughing waist was bent into shrimp.

"Miss Dove, you don't know how to smoke, why do you smoke?"

Dove didn't listen, waited until he couldn't cough, took a few more breaths, swallowed the smoke into his lungs, and then slowly spit it out.

"Is that so?"

Ringer asked a second time.

"Will you go to the police?"

"I'm full of food, and I'm idle and have nothing to do?"

Dove snuffed out half of the cigarette and pinched it vigorously on the bedside table next to the bed.

"Did my slaughter of that old fellow Henry have anything to do with my paralysis?"

Ringer couldn't think of how to answer, and said: "There is a question here, your condition, no matter how the monk investigates, he can't find the reason, if it's not the physical condition itself, we have to find the reason from other aspects, what I want to ask is, before you killed Henry, that is, your stepfather, did you feel uncomfortable, I mean physical discomfort." ”

Dove took the pillow and covered it over his face.

When she put the pillow down, her face turned a little pale: "Does an abortion count?" ”

Ringer's cheeks twitched.

Sauce bag: "Well, this doesn't count, think again." ”

Dove: "Then there isn't. “

Sauce bag: "No, when Henry violated you, you didn't seem to have to struggle before he cleaned it up, why didn't you resist vigorously?" “

"I, I don't know, I had a while, I suddenly had no strength in my whole body, I just wanted to sleep all day, I went to the doctor, and the doctor couldn't explain anything, Henry just took advantage of my sleep, so I cut his throat while he was sleeping."

The psychic kept nodding, turned his head to Ringer and said, "Maybe Henry found someone who knows witchcraft to set some trap for Dove, and Dove fell into the trap, this is my speculation, if your medical skills can't explain why Miss Dove is like this." ”

As for the psychic's inference that in the modern world, Ringer would throw him eight blocks away, but he would summon the undead himself, and he believed that was possible.

"If so, is there any way to fix it?"

Sauce Bao thought about it: "Monk, let's talk outside. ”

in the aisle.

"There are two ways, one is to find the person who designed the trap for Dove, if you can't find it, find a more powerful priest, a priest with materials, pray for her, bless, and drive away what shouldn't exist in her."

"Is it an evil spirit?"

"Not necessarily, you're a monk, you should be able to consecrate and pray for blessings, right?"

"I seem to know a little bit of the Bible."

"Then read the Bible, you are an undead summoner who belongs to the dark magic, as long as you sincerely pray for her, I think you can do it."

Ringer scolded: "You all know that I am a summoner of the dead, how can I consecrate her and pray for her?" “

"What's wrong with this, not every undead summoner is a bad guy, just like you, the heart is still red."

Ringer thought it seemed plausible.

"So, how sure is it?"

The psychic shrugged his shoulders again: "This, I really haven't tried it, the ghost only knows." ”

Ringer beat people first, and the psychic said, "Do you have any other ways besides the one I gave you?" Try it, try it quickly, try it and you won't lose anything, we can't waste our time on a beautiful woman who can't walk, we're the ones who make big deals. ”

Ringer felt justified, and he wouldn't die if he tried, which was much less dangerous than giving Dove a needle.

"What if it doesn't work?"

"You even invited God out, it's really not good, then this is fate, she can only spend the lower half of her body in bed, life is so cruel, God has arranged it."