When Dean said this, his eyes fell on Xia Feng again, and Tina also looked at Xia Feng, obviously hoping that Xia Feng could give a few explanations, but Xia Feng didn't speak, just motioned for Dean to continue.

Although it is true that he is a heavenly master, not all the so-called strange things in this world are caused by evil.

In a situation like Dean's, it's not impossible for people to do it.

For example, a person who knows Dean well, even knows his habits well, and is relatively computer savvy, can hack into his computer to communicate with him, follow him the next day, and then text him.

This kind of more perverted approach has often been seen in American horror movies before.

American-style horror films, compared to Japanese-style horror films, have a very obvious surprise.

In the former's movies, there will be almost no evil, even if there is a horror element of evil in the movie itself, it will not suddenly appear in front of the audience, it is only an indirect performance.

The atmosphere was basically in a tense and depressing state all the time, and there were no strong outbursts.

But in Japanese movies, evil is usually directly expressed, and the explosiveness is very strong, basically when the plot is as bland as water, it suddenly erupts, scaring your scalp numb, and then it tends to be flat, and when you relax your vigilance, it continues to erupt.

Although the incident that Dean talked about has nothing to do with horror movies, movies are also cultural expressions, especially in the United States, where realism is more important, so there should have been a lot of such incidents.

At least now, I can't say anything.

Dean was a little reluctant to say it, even though he had experienced these things personally, and he was not alone in the family at the moment, he was still reluctant to talk about them.

Xia Feng can also understand Dean's psychology, which is similar to telling ghost stories to others, especially when telling strange things that he has personally experienced, the more he talks about it, the more panicked he becomes.

Because this is equivalent to being brought back to the scene at that time, as if it was experienced all over again.

"When I got off the bus with my computer in my arms and was about to walk home along the road, another thing happened that scared me.

I don't know when my phone turned on Facebook Live.

And no matter how much I turn it off, I can't turn it off.

The phone was like it was dead, there was no response at all, and the only thing that showed it was the face that appeared on the phone screen when I looked at it.

I shook my phone vigorously, and I wanted to throw it on the ground and shatter it.

But before I could do that, a call came in with no number displayed at all.

I didn't confirm the answer, and a voice was already heard from it.

It was a man's voice.

The tone is very calm, and it sounds full of malice.

He said, Dean, I'll go look for you in the evening, and I'll break your coffee pot when the time comes.

Then pour the pieces completely onto your bed.

I scolded him, asked him what the hell he was, and warned him not to mess around.

It didn't say anything, just laughed twice with that very eerie smile.

After that, the phone was hung up, and the Facebook Live, which was originally stuck, was withdrawn, and the phone was turned off without warning when there was still 60% battery left.

I was so scared that I almost ran home with my computer in my arms.

When I got back, I called the nearby police officer Richard and told him about my harassment, and he laughed at me, saying that the boring guy must be playing a prank on me, and told me not to be afraid, he would come to me tonight and uncover the scam himself.

I have a good relationship with Richard because we're both from New York and have pretty much the same experience, and he's in charge of our area now, so we go out for a few drinks once in a while.

Richard came to my house around 5 p.m., and I was very grateful to see that he really kept his promise.

I sat him down, and then told him in great detail what had happened to me, as I did now.

But he still didn't think much of it, because he was an atheist, and he believed only in his baton and gun, and nothing else.

Richard said a word to his wife, and then I ordered him some cold beer, he likes to drink, and there was a Lakers game that night, so he was going to be at my house, drinking beer and watching the game, waiting for the guy who threatened me to show up.

Although Chad didn't care about it, he was still very down-to-earth in my heart.

It was about 8 o'clock in the evening, and I remember that the game was just over halftime, and the Lakers were trailing by some points, which also made Richard drink two more bottles, and just as he was complaining about the head coach of the Lakers, I suddenly heard something strange in the kitchen.

I called Richard, but Richard was still talking to himself, and I walked to the kitchen myself.

When I entered the kitchen, I noticed that there was nothing unusual in the kitchen, but just as I was about to turn around and come out, something suddenly occurred to me.

Then I started looking, and it happened that I had a chill down my spine, and I swore to God that I was not lying.

That coffee pot of mine is missing.

You know, the coffee pot was placed next to the coffee machine before, and it was something I used every day, but I looked around in the kitchen and didn't find it.

I thought about the phone call I had received earlier, so I went back to the living room in fear and told Richard that the coffee pot was missing.

As I was talking, I suddenly heard the sound of glass shattering, coming from my bedroom.

But the bedroom window is closed, and no matter how strong the wind outside, it is obviously impossible to blow the glass apart.

I didn't dare to go in, Richard thought of what I had said to him before, and didn't dare to be careless at this time, and motioned for me to stay here and not move, he took out his gun, and then pointed it at the bedroom door, moving towards the bedroom, and warned the people inside not to make small movements, otherwise he wouldn't mind opening a bloody hole in the other person's head.

Richard warned about the contents as he walked, but suddenly there was no sound in the bedroom, as if the noise they had just heard was just an accident.

The bedroom door was closed, and Richard came to the door and kicked it open.

But before he could step in, a gray-white hand suddenly oozed out of the door, and it grabbed Richard's neck.

Richard screamed, followed by several gunshots.

He was pulled into the bedroom, and then it was quiet again.

It's like nothing happened just now.

Richard was dragged into the bedroom by a gray-white human hand, and I was slumped on the couch out of sheer fear.

After about 5 minutes, the bedroom door opened on its own, and then the lights in the living room flickered without warning.

Bone ......

Then, Richard's head, like a football, rolled out of the bedroom!

It's really like a soccer ball being forced,"