At the living room table, with the sunlight pouring in from the window, Dean and Paqui enjoyed the breaded apple pie together, which was just the right amount of sweetness and not as suffocating as other American pastries, which Dean could accept.

Across from them, Mrs. Henderson smiled and touched the orange cat's fluffy belly on her thigh, and took a piece of pie and put it in its mouth.

"Usually Dustin is in school classes, and only Meow Meow accompanies me at home, and it's like my naughty little daughter."

"Meow Meow who accompanies you the most?" Dean asked, "I would venture to ask, your husband?" ”

The tenderness on the woman's face dimmed, and her eyes stared at the pastry at hand for two seconds.

Joshua fell ill and died three years ago. He used to love my apple pie. ”

"I'm sorry..."

"It's all gone, I'm used to it." Henderson forced a smile, "Speaking of which, Meow Meow was also adopted by Joshua from outside, so it means a lot to me. ”

Dean now understood why the cat would steal apple pie for the ghost, and the loyalty of many animals lasted for a lifetime, and the owner was still the owner even when he died.

But the fact that cats can see ghosts is also a major discovery.

"If you ask me to find the cat in the future, I'll definitely come as fast as I can," Paqui patted the bread crumbs off his hand and glanced at the cat that had made him suffer a lot, "And with Dean as your cat finder, this mischievous little guy will have nowhere to hide." ”

"It's too stingy to use apple pie as a thank you gift, what else do you like to eat?" Mrs. Henderson smiled and asked, "Next time I'll be prepared in advance,"

"I think the tomato beef stew is good." Paqui unceremoniously made a request.

Dean pondered how to open his mouth and continue to ask Henderson's husband.

As a result, the woman herself couldn't help but take out a photo display of her deceased husband from the bedroom drawer, and the image in the photo was the hovering ghost that Dean saw in the basement.

The woman opened up to the two neighbors.

Her husband was a telephone installer in the town when he was still alive, and she worked at the mall.

The two worked hard to save money to treat their son Dustin's clavicle hypoplasia, and after a few years of hard work, Dustin's condition began to improve, except for the appearance is a little different from ordinary children, otherwise it is completely normal, and he can also go to school.

But three years ago, her husband Joshua died of a heart attack at home, and the family lost this breadwinner, and his income plummeted.

Mrs. Henderson suffered from mild psychological symptoms, and her otherwise slender figure was inflated after taking medication.

……

"Joshua left before he could see Dustin go to college, get married, and have children," Henderson said with a slight sadness, touching the corners of his reddened eyes.

"You've educated Dustin very well, he's optimistic, strong and cheerful, and Joshua will be very pleased." Dean handed the woman a napkin and dodged the claw of the orange cat in her arms.

The origin of the ghost is largely understood, but now is clearly not the time to initiate a mediumship ritual, and Dean decides to wait for no one to sneak into the basement of the house.

"Ma'am, it's almost time, we should go, and I'll help you taste your apple pie next time," Paqui glanced at his watch and exchanged a look with Dean as the two returned to the car.

……

After the sun set, at seven o'clock in the evening, Dean returned.

God's perspective scanned the room, Henderson's mother and son were nowhere to be seen, and there was no one inside.

He unlocked the lock with his telekinesis, walked into the room openly, looked down and swept the orange cat curled up and sleeping on the carpet in front of the door, mischievously gently supported its big ass with his telekinesis, and quietly moved it to the trash can in the bathroom, and closed the lid.

Going down to the cellar, the ghost Joshua was still hiding motionless by the corner wall.

Dean took out the teardrop-shaped board in his arms, took out the divination chessboard from the fantasy space and placed it between his knees, lighting a few candles to provide faint illumination.

Slit the index finger of his left hand and let the blood slide down the board onto the board.

Dean pushed the board with both hands and turned it gently against the chessboard, and a gust of wind blew.

"Friends get together, sincerely."

"The soul is near, I'm calling you."

Brush Brush Brush –

The ghost in the corner was attracted by some mysterious power, and its figure teleported in front of Dean with a few strange flickering, a pale cyan face stiff as a puppet, but the protruding eyes stared directly at Dean, faintly eager and longing.

"Joshua the ghost, you've been dead for years, why have you been wandering around the house?" Dean looked up at it.

The board spun rapidly, and the pieces of glass swept past the letters, and finally pieced together a sentence.

"The wish is gone, and I am unwilling."

Unwilling to do so?

Dean pondered, after the ordinary ghost leaves the body, it will disappear into the air after a few minutes of existence, what kind of strong obsession can make him exist in the world for three years?

"Why don't you reach out to your wife and son and ask them to help you make your wishes come true?" Dean asked,

Zizi –

"I tried, they couldn't see me, and my wish was dangerous, they couldn't fulfill it."

Dean frowned and looked at the system expectantly, "What unfulfilled wishes?" Listen to it, I will help you out if I can. ”

Flames flashed in the ghost's eyes, and the slab pieced together its last words,

"Collect the 40,000 and 5 arrears from Fyodo, give it to my wife, and help me avenge it."

The board stops.

A line of hints flashed before Dean's eyes, and you triggered the event—Joshua's obsession.

Joshua had been dead for three years, still stubbornly staying under the roof of his home, reluctant to leave.

Now help him fulfill his last wish, let him be completely freed, and return to the Soul Prison.

Event difficulty: Medium

Progress: (0/100)

Duration: 3 days

Reward: 100 XP + Special Reward

Failure Penalty: None

……

"Who is Feodore and why does he owe you money?" Dean asked,

"A gangster in Hawkinstown." "One day he suddenly came to me and gave me a deposit of five thousand dollars for me to take over a job in private. But after the work was completed, he did not keep his promise to pay me the final payment of 40,005, but killed me. ”

"Didn't your wife say you died of disease?" Dean looked at the ghost's round face in amazement,

"That's just an illusion... I was the only one sleeping in the house that night, and Feodore snuck in, covered my mouth, and injected something into my arm, and my heart tingled so strongly that I couldn't breathe, and soon lost consciousness, and when I 'woke up', I instinctively went back to the basement. ”

“What？” Dean's eyelids jumped when he heard this, a thug was also proficient in drug injection assassination, "What did this guy do you a favor with?" ”

"My job is to install and repair the town's telephones, and Feodore asked me to use my job to install an extra small device for the mayor and the police station to repair the phones."

"What equipment?"

"Bugging."

……

The candlelight flickered in the quiet basement,

"Bugging the mayor's house and police station phones?" Dean looked at the ghost's honest face with a complicated expression, "How dare you accept such a criminal job?" ”

"I don't want to see my son Dustin being ridiculed and insulted by his classmates anymore, I'm going to treat him, I need the money." Joshua looked at him with a dark look in his eyes.

Dean sighed, 50,000 knives is indeed a huge amount of money for people in this era.

"Why did Feodore eavesdrop on the mayor and sheriff? Ordinary people are not so bold, nor do they have this brain, he has a lot of plans, right? ”

"I don't know, he didn't explain it to me, he just told me to keep it a secret."

"Drug injections, buggings, and so much money? Is he really just a thug? ”

"I don't know much about him, except that he doesn't have a stable job, so he just wanders around town."

"Well, let's talk about Fyodo's appearance, dress, and address."

"Short pale yellow hair, blue eyes, white skin, narrow and high raised nose, thin lips, straight jaw, short pale yellow hair, full beard, fat build, about 6.2 feet tall, weighing 200 pounds, about 30 years old... Big Shark Apartments in the center of town 502..."

Dean took out a pen and paper to record, and soon the appearance of a big man with a somewhat bloated body appeared in his mind, "I will help you fulfill two wishes." But you're in too bad shape to stay in the basement, so I'll find you a better place to stay. ”

Dean lifted the board toward Joshua's illusory figure, which seemed to dissipate at any moment, and the ghost suddenly turned into a hazy glow and was sucked into the board.

The board has a warming effect, and if you live in it, it will not disappear in advance.

Dean looked at the empty darkness and rolled his gaze,

"Do you want to inform Sheriff Hope, whom you just met, that his guys at the police station and the mayor are being watched?"

But he immediately dispelled this idea, their eavesdropping had no effect on Dean, and it was easy to startle the other party by notifying them, and it was better to find someone to complete the incident first.

Dean left the house and drove to a grove of towering trees to the south of the town.

Mind Power rose to a height of thirty meters, and opened the God's perspective to reconnoiter the nearby terrain and structures, and determined that the surrounding area was deserted.

He found a soft ground in the woods and trampled it with his foot.

He took out two folding shovels from the trunk of the car, one for himself and one for the shadow, and dug frantically into the ground one after the other, the movement was so fast that it brought out the afterimage, and the terrifying sound of whirring wind came from the night sky.

Dean turned into a ruthless digging machine, and in less than a quarter of an hour, with a slight sweat on his forehead, he dug a two-meter-deep pit.

He smiled with satisfaction, cleaned the sludge from his body, put away the shovel, and drove to the big shark apartment in town.

(End of chapter)