Night was falling.

Dean and Faraj rushed to Bay St. Louis Central Hospital, a two-story red building.

The scale of the hospital is not small, and the decoration is also very magnificent.

But at this point in time, there are only a few patients lying in a single room watching TV... There are very few doctors and nurses.

Dean made his way to the front desk of the entrance and presented himself to a white-clad blonde front desk desk and showed three photos.

The blonde woman glanced casually at the photo, turned her gaze to her nails, and shook her head absentmindedly, "I've never seen them." ”

"And now?" Dean slashed ten dollars at the front desk, "This lady Shane used to work in your hospital, specializing in accompanying critically ill patients, but it was a long time ago. ”

The front desk quietly pinched the money in the palm of his hand, smiling like a flower,

"As long as I have colleagues who have worked in the hospital in the last ten years, I have more or less an impression, but I don't remember Shane as a nurse."

"She worked more than 30 years ago."

The delicate makeup on the woman's face twisted a little, "You're not kidding? I've only been working in this hospital for 10 years, and God knows what happened more than 30 years ago! ”

Faraj stepped past Dean and tapped on the table, "The central hospital should have kept the personal information of its employees all the time, right?" ”

"That's right."

"Where?"

The front desk glanced at the two of them warily, "I'm sorry, I can't answer this question." ”

Dean looked into the woman's eyes, a white light reflected in the latter's pupils, and nodded sluggishly, "Room 232, the archives, the personal information of all medical staff, employment contracts, salary records, training records, and patients' medical records at the beginning of the establishment of the hospital are in the filing cabinet. ”

……

Leaving behind the puppet-like front desk, Dean took Faraj all the way to the second floor, expertly cleaning up the surveillance equipment along the way, standing in front of room 232 and gently hooking his fingers, telekinesis opened the door from the inside.

The two swaggered into the spacious archive room, turned on the switch by the door, and the lights came on, illuminating the densely arranged file cabinets, each marked with a specific year.

"Let's start looking for it 30 years ago, in 1951, you look for the patient's medical records, and I look for the staff information." After Dean finished speaking, he released the "shadow" and found a row of filing cabinets on the left, where a person and a ghost opened the cabinet doors from both sides, and took out the file bag to rummage through.

Faraghi looked at the folder on Dean's left that automatically flew into the air and turned the pages automatically, only to feel that the wind was blowing in the air as if there was an invisible ghost at work, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

But in the last few days, she has seen too many incredible situations, she has become numb, and she takes a deep breath and rummages through another row.

……

Under bright lights.

In the archive room, the sound of flipping books is endless, and two figures stretch between the slits of the bookcase.

Time passed quietly until midnight.

"I found it." Dean looked at a personal information sheet, and in the upper right corner of the form was a headshot of a black woman, and took out Lina's photo and compared it, it matched perfectly, but with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she looked more professional.

"Lina Taylor."

"In 1942, he joined the special care center of the town center hospital."

"From June 1942 to July 1943, he nursed Sean Isabelle, a terminal patient with stomach cancer..."

"In August 1943, he resigned..."

……

Shane's full name is Shane Isabel,

Dean found that the system's progress jumped to 75 percent.

"I see no," Dean pointed to one of the lines of text, "Lina resigned after she finished caring for Shane. ”

Faraj nodded, "I've made a big discovery too." ”

She took out a concise medical record, and in the upper right corner was a photo of a woman with a pale and gray face, describing a withered woman, with bloodshot eyes and dark circles under her eyes, and her image was extremely scary.

"Sean Isabel."

"Stomach cancer is terminal."

"Died July 10, 1943, at home at 63 Clam Street."

……

Faraj concluded, "As soon as Shane died in July, Lina resigned the following August. ”

"According to the confession of the chef of the tequila restaurant, at about the same time, Thomas also sold the house and left the town." Dean added, "Now, it's more likely that Lina will leave with Thomas. ”

……

Dean found one of her medical reports from Lina's file bag, and then his eyes were stunned, most of the paragraphs of the report showed that she was healthy and everything was normal, and at the end of the sentence was written.

"May 1943, Lina Taylor, six weeks pregnant."

The system shook, and the progress jumped to 80 percent.

Hiss –

Faraj couldn't help but gasp, "Whose child is Lina pregnant?" ”

"This child was conceived during her care for Shane... Who else do you think? ”

A gleam flashed in Dean's eyes, and he looked at the air and sighed,

"In the last year of Shane's life, when her husband Thomas lived only sorrow and misfortune, his seriously ill wife tormented him like a dead man, and his painful emotions needed to be released, Lina happened to appear at this time... It's not surprising that sparks sparked between the two and that a relationship that transcended friendship took place. ”

"It's shameful!" Faraj took Thomas's picture from Dean's hand, gritted his teeth and clenched him, eager to tear him to pieces, only to feel that this seemingly honest looking man suddenly became hateful, "My wife endured great pain and her life was about to die, but this guy had a leg with the nurse who took care of his wife!" What a brute, and I've always treated him as a good father! ”

Well, Dean glanced back at the excited policewoman, who was clearly in the role of his wife, Shane.

But to put it harshly.

Thomas, as a husband, has sold his yacht in order to save his wife's life, spent all his savings, and endured tremendous pressure, and his performance has been considered a qualified husband.

After all, in later generations, it is not uncommon for one of the husband and wife to be seriously ill and the other party slips away when the situation is not good, and there is an old saying that after a long illness, there are no real relatives and friends.

Thomas's mistake was that he was too anxious to get a new love, and he should let his wife leave with peace of mind before developing a relationship with Lina.

"It's hard to sort out the grievances of this couple," Dean said in a deep voice, "The most important thing is the child in Lina's womb!" ”

Faraj was silent for a moment, thinking of a possibility, with an extremely horrified look in his eyes, "Lina and Thomas left the Bay of St. Louis and gave birth somewhere else?" ”

"And then?" Dean asked,

Faraghi took a deep breath and his lips trembled slightly, "The child's name is Victor Crowley, which is Thomas's adopted son!?" ”

Dean nodded and added, "Because this child was born to a cheating female nurse when his wife was still alive, and his background is not decent, so he claims to be an adopted son who was picked up." ”

Faraj only felt his chest clogged, and asked continuously, "Where did Lina go, why are only their father and son left on Honey Island?" And who is the curse that made Victor a regenerator..."

"You should have the answer in your heart, love and hate, is the eternal theme of this world." Dean took out the map he had bought after entering the town, spread it out, waved again, and closed the open report again, returning the animal to its original place. "Shane's home address is clearly recorded in the medical records, so go check it out."

……

The two quietly left the oppressive archives and went out onto the street outside the hospital.

The moon hid in the clouds, the sky was dark, and the wind blowing from the sea passed through the long street, freezing my heart.

In the cold night, the BP machine on Dean's waist suddenly rang,

"Who would call you at a time like this?" Faraj asked,

"Maybe the investigation on the other side has made a breakthrough," Dean quickly found a phone booth on the street and dialed back, and a familiar voice came from the microphone,

"Dean, I'm Gretchen, Zumby has found an important clue over there, and I want to talk to you."

"OK, let him take it."

A rugged male voice rang out, "Man, I've been visiting all the voodoo shops and stalls in New Orleans today, and I've finally got some results, and I've met an eighty-year-old lady who claims to have spent a year in the voodoo cult of New Orleans when she was younger. ”

"Is she connected to Voodoo now?"

"No, she said that the real wizards with mana have long been lurking, and few people know the location of the church's temple." "But she told me the story of a major Voodoo incident thirty or forty years ago, when Mamber, who was in charge of protecting the church's temple, suddenly quit the church and left New Orleans, and his whereabouts are unknown." ”

Dean interrupted suddenly, "Wait, what's the Mamber?" ”

"The priests of Voodoo, known as 'Engon' for men and 'Mamber' for women, were the highest and most advanced in each diocese. Usually each parish temple is accompanied by Engong and Mamber, who perform funerals for the dead, heal diseases, and cast terrifying spells to fight enemies in the 'Zhou Zhu Atrium'. ”

"And according to the old lady, the Mamber of the New Orleans Voodoo temple was tired of guarding the temple and wanted to return to normal human life, almost saying goodbye. ”

"There was one less Mamber in the temple, and it was almost destroyed by the hostile forces, and the remaining members gradually went underground and hid."

Dean asked, "Where did this Mamber go?" ”

"Whereabouts unknown."

"So, if she is seriously ill, like cancer, can she treat herself with spells?"

"It takes a lot of effort from a priest who is proficient in healing spells to cure a terminal illness, but this escaped Mamber, who specializes in 'Bogo' spells, that is, terrifying curse spells, is not proficient in healing, so she can't cure herself."

Proficient in curse-type spells.

This sentence made Di An's head shake, he took a deep breath, suppressed his heartbeat, and finally asked a question,

"What's the name of this Mamber?"

"Sean... Once upon a time, one of the youngest priests of the New Orleans Voodoo Temple. ”

Call... Suck...

Hang up the phone.

All the clues in Dean's mind gathered like a sky full of stars:

Husband Thomas

His wife, Shane, who is seriously ill and dying, is a Voodoo Sect Manber who is proficient in curses

The nurse who took care of Shane, however, developed an intimate relationship with Thomas and became pregnant

Victor, Thomas's child, is cursed, deformed, unfortunate, and transformed into a regenerator after death.

——

All this leads to a tragic ending: Shane hates because of love...

Bang, bang...

"Dean, what's wrong? What did Zumbi talk to you about? Faraj waited impatiently and tapped on the phone booth.

Dean explained her findings and watched as she fell into disbelief in thought.

"Let's go, 63 Clam Street, the house where Shane died of illness, hides the answer to everything."

……

The two drove along the map to a dilapidated two-story bungalow on the edge of St. Louis Bay.

The place where Sean Isabel died more than thirty years ago is recorded in the medical records.

The place of death of a voodoo manbo.

Hundreds of meters away, Dean looked through the car window, and his temples began to beat uncontrollably, and the Omen Specialty was activated, and a series of hallucinations suddenly appeared in front of him.

Shadows and darkness are like snakes that snake crawl all over the exterior walls of the house, wriggling silently, spitting out bifurcated letters, catching the breath of the outside.

The mourning bird hovers in the rooftop sky, screaming like a child's cry.

The pitch-black wings shed patches of ominous, rotten, disgusting aura.

The space began to distort and fold, and the outlines around the house became blurred, as if surrounded by a ring of boiling black flames and pitch-black water.

The Buddha house does not exist in the real world.

Dean slammed on the brakes and shook his head.

The hallucinatory shattered like glass, and the house was cold, dilapidated, and dead again, as if he had only dreamed about a mirage.

But Dian's vigilance raised the apex, there was a great danger in this house!

He looked at Faraj beside him and directly hypnotized and ordered,

"Drive, go back two kilometers, hide, don't come unless I look for you!"

The woman nodded.

Dean got out of the car alone, slowly approaching the house, the temperature dropped, and a cold breath soaked in the bone marrow began to swim close to his neck, arms, and exposed skin, as if invisible pale fingers were caressing every inch of his skin, pulling his body down.

Limit his strength, speed, agility.

The ground beneath his feet was inexplicably soft and sticky, like a swamp, and a chill ran down the ground into the center of his feet, flowing through the tail vertebrae, and heading straight for Tianling Gai'er.

Freeze his mind so he can't concentrate on his thoughts.

Bang!

The surging platinum light of the waves gushed out of the pores, cleansing Di An's body, and instantly washing away all the negative aura.

Another layer of pitch-black ghost armor was wrapped around the body, completely isolating the negative aura.

The third layer of the divine realm unfolded, and Dean's body was surrounded by a galaxy-like bright light, and the countless small black particles around him, which were invisible to the naked eye, seemed to be greatly frightened, and hurriedly moved away from him and hid in the house.

Dean walked to the door without stopping.

With a wave of his hand.

Bang!

Telekinetic pushed the door back, revealing the pitch-black living room.

In response.

The darkness of the living room resounded with the faint sound of spiders and ants crawling.

Standing outside the door, Dean saw a magical scene in front of his eyes, layers of black mist and steam, swirling from the tattered wooden floor, the shadows under the furniture, and the cramped corners, hanging from the ceiling, in the center of the hall, condensing a layer of black tulle from the bottom to the top, and the slender and slender legs under the tulle.

The black mist squirmed up along her legs, solidifying her waist and hips, her full chest and abdomen, her swan-like slender neck, her pointed chin, and her hazy face.

She wore a black veil like a hijab, covering her face and hair, which fell below her collarbone, and another lace-like black gauze skirt covered her body, faintly revealing every inch of her skin, so white that it was bloodless, almost transparent, but you could see the cyan veins and tendons underneath.

His lips and nails were painted black.

She is like a ghost bride wandering in the shadows.

Stand silently in the hall.

Scarlet eyes, casting a glance at Dean through the veil, resembled liquid red agate, exuding a dangerous, deathly beauty.

She stared at Dean for half a minute, as if sensing that the other party was not easy to mess with, and spoke, "Outsider, I didn't invite you, why did you break into my house." ”

The sound was so strange that it sounded like a frozen hand was rubbing its brain.

And Dean had never seen such a lifelike ghost, which existed in the world for more than thirty years, and every part of his body was actually no different from a living person.

"Sean Isabel, the Mamber of the New Orleans Voodoo cult, don't be hostile, there is no deep enmity between me and you, I am here only to negotiate."

"I've long since disowned Voodoo, don't call me Mamber." The woman's red eyes swept around Dean, and a hint of jealousy flashed, "What negotiation?" ”

Dean stared into her face, "Know Thomas Crowley?" ”

As soon as the name landed!

There was a moment of silence in the air, followed by a biting gust of wind drifting from inside to outside.

The pale and delicate face under the veil twisted and shriveled for a moment, revealing eyes burning with red ghostly fire, a nose and mouth like a pitch-black pit, and a white and terrifying skull.

But in the blink of an eye, the skull returned to normal, and Shane said quietly,

"You mean the guilty guy who deceived me of my heart?"

"Yes. Selling your yacht, spending your savings, treating you, and taking care of your husband when you're seriously ill, to be exact. Dean asked, "Did you curse his flesh and blood, Victor Crowley?" ”

"His children... Hehe... Their children," Shane let out a high-pitched, creepy laugh, and the whole house shook in laughter, as if it were going to fall apart at any moment, but the trembling stopped abruptly, "yes, I cursed him and Lina's! ”

"But they deserve it!"

Shane's body floated lightly off the floor, floating into the air, and sneered condescendingly,

"I left the church and pursued a normal life. I met Thomas Crowley, and with his sweet words and crazy pursuits, I became his girlfriend and I married him. ”

"At first, he responded to my needs and took care of me like a daughter, and I thought I had met the love of my life, and I poured my trust and love into him."

"But he chose betrayal at the last moment of my life, when I was most weak, desperate, and most in need of care!"

"Thomas Crowley, in the home we built together, in countless places where we shared a bed day and night, secretly got involved with that disgusting nurse!"

Call... Call...

The wind is blowing.

The black veil around Shane's body swollen around her, like a dark cloud covering the sky.

Thick shadows pressed towards Dean head-on.

The ghost armor on Dean's body trembled wildly, shrinking like a candle lit by fire.

But he was calm and silent.

"They thought I was unconscious, but I could clearly feel their disgusting gasps."

"Thomas slowly changed his mind, and there was no love in his eyes when he looked at me, only indifference and impatience."

"This man who used to love me the most stayed in front of my hospital bed all day long, looking at me with terrible eyes, as if to say in my ear - why don't you die!"

"I was so weak that I couldn't speak, and I could only beg them in my heart not to irritate me, not to show affection in front of me, and to let me leave quietly."

"But they can't even afford to wait that little time, and they won't give me a little mercy!"

"Before I died, they sweated and rolled around the house day and night until they created new life, the crystallization of their love."

"They snuggled up to me, watching me sleeping in the hospital bed, stroking the unborn child in their wombs, and discussing what to name the child!"

"They poured salt into my wounds and built happiness and joy on the ruins of my broken heart."

……

"Haha! Do you know what it's like to be betrayed by the person you love the most in the most desperate moment of your life?! ”

Sean Isabel smiled, two lines of bloody tears sliding down her pale cheeks.

It dripped to the ground and dissipated into black smoke.

"So before I died, I cursed!"

She hissed —

"I cursed Lina to die in childbirth!"

"I curse their child Victor for being born deformed, living a twisted childhood of nightmarish discrimination and bullying, full of resentment like me, and finally dying tragically at the hands of his loved ones, full of betrayal!"

"I cursed Thomas Crowley, killed the child I loved the most, and finally survived in endless despair, sorrow, loneliness, and pain, and life is better than death!"

"But it's not over yet!"

Sean stared straight at Dean,

"My anger has been burning for many years, but it is getting stronger, my revenge is not over, that scumbag, and the person who hurt me, the suffering has just begun..."

(End of chapter)