Using his keen hearing, Locke discovered the fact that no one was in the house.
He turned sideways and looked at the black cat Irene sitting elegantly on his shoulder.
Erin, who was in a good mood, waved her cat's paw and opened the door easily.
This is a luxurious apartment with expensive decorative paintings on the walls, thick plush carpets on the floor, and exquisite fruit plates on the table. Charcoal fires are burning in the fireplace, causing a large temperature difference between the inside and outside of the house.
The moment Locke entered the room, he felt like taking off his clothes.
He resisted the urge to take off his coat, walked around the house, and chose to hide in Ms. Shelia's luxurious wardrobe.
Because the wardrobe is facing the bed, the gap is just right for capturing beautiful pictures.
Of course, this must involve Irene's help. Don't let that annoying flashing light appear, otherwise she will be caught on the spot.
"Xiao Ai, what's wrong with you?"
Locke asked after noticing Eileen with a strange expression.
"There is a kind of person with a kind of physique in this world that is very attractive to witches, like a magnet for witches. I used to be like that. No matter where I go, I will meet the same kind of people unexpectedly. But since I believe in that person, I no longer have this kind of person." Ability.”
Um, are you referring to [Witch Affinity]?
Locke felt guilty for no reason.
Wait, Miss Erin, why did you suddenly say this?
Locke was slightly stunned,
"Xiao Ai, Shelia is a witch?"
Erin nodded slightly,
"Judging from the smell of this room, she is most likely a witch. Congratulations, you have met the witch lady you have longed for again."
Locke heard a strong sense of ridicule in this sentence.
During this time together, Irene has heard various neighbors talking about Locke's search for the witch.
Locke is deeply troubled by this. He was once young and ignorant and didn't know the danger of witches, so he would search for witches everywhere. Now he just wants to raise the one next to him, but he always encounters other witches inexplicably.
Moreover, they are not good people.
This red crystal necklace around your neck is the best proof.
"We'd better go."
Locke doesn't want to provoke a new witch. Even if he doesn't start with Shelia's clue, he can continue to investigate Lloyd.
But Eileen didn’t take it seriously;
"You've come, why are you leaving? Even if you walk out of this room, she will still find you by smell. The witch's sense of smell is quite keen."
"Aren't you weak?"
A trace of doubt flashed in Locke's eyes.
"Yes, I am very weak, so I need to replenish my strength."
Erin glanced at Locke.
So you think you can easily deal with this witch even when you are weak?
Locke looked at Erin suspiciously.
"Stupid shit-sweeper, if you dare to doubt my ability again, I will let you clean the public bathroom 200 times."
Erin's eyes narrowed into a thin line and she threatened.
She would not leave. The reason why she let Locke keep wearing the necklace stained with the witch's breath was to attract the witch. Unfortunately, before the witch took the initiative to come to the door, she and Locke coincidentally walked into this witch. The apartment where the witch lives.
This can only be said that fate is favoring you.
"I was wrong, I just didn't want us to be in danger."
Locke is adaptable and will never be ambiguous when admitting his mistakes, because he believes that Irene can really do such a thing.
"Don't worry, I've devoured enough soul power recently and there won't be any problems."
Erin raised her chin confidently.
Although she had previously swapped bodies with Locke and resisted the dream invasion of the monster C13 Dream Heart, which consumed some of her physical strength, she has almost recovered now.
Suddenly, the clear sound of footsteps reached the ears of a man and a cat.
Locke and Erin looked at each other, and the target went upstairs.
About 5 minutes later, Locke heard the sound of the key opening the door.
"Don't you have to go home today? Your wife will be angry, right?"
A soft and delicate female voice sounded.
"Oh, my sweetheart, don't mention that woman. My heart belongs to you. I can't wait to be with you every moment. Shelia, you are simply the most beautiful angel."
Lloyd's lewd voice also reached Locke's ears.
Lloyd and Shelia were intertwined, and their figures moved from the living room to the bedroom, and the luxurious apartment was filled with fragrant fragrance.
Locke's Adam's apple rolled and he continued to secrete saliva. His whole body became even hotter, and he felt that the cats next to him had become more delicate.
There's something wrong with this smell!
He quickly realized the problem, pinched his thigh hard, and used the pain to stay awake. He saw clearly the appearance of Lloyd's mistress Shelia.
She has light golden curly hair, fair and translucent skin, and a pair of deep and charming eyes. She is a rare beauty, especially her plump figure, which reveals the mature charm of a young woman. Her legs are soft and her voice is extremely beautiful.
Any man would probably be unable to resist her temptation and become her slave.
Locke's newly awakened mind was immediately enveloped in a layer of pink mist. In the mist, the man on the bed seemed to have become himself.
But the scene passed in a flash, and he was brought back to consciousness by the cat's tail in front of him.
Eileen glanced at him,
"If you want to take a photo, why don't you hurry up? You won't have the chance in a while."
Locke nodded, quietly opened the camera, and pressed the shutter.
With Eileen's help, the camera indeed had no flash, and the black and white photos slowly came out of the case.
Locke put this fragrant photo into his coat pocket and gave Erin an OK gesture.
At the same time, Shelia, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up, with a smile on her beautiful face.
"A rat is coming in."
"Rat? How could there be a rat in the apartment?"
Lloyd reached out and grabbed his lover's slim waist, wanting to continue.
Shelia opened her small mouth and blew out a mouthful of pink mist at Lloyd. Lloyd fainted directly on the bed.
"Come out, little mouse."
She stood up, took a silk nightgown, covered her graceful figure, and slowly approached the closet with her bare feet.
Locke's nose smelled a stronger fragrance, and he couldn't help but think of the scene of having sex with Shelia again in his mind.
Snapped--
The black cat's paw pressed on Locke's shoulder, awakening his sanity again. He nervously lifted the camera, and just now he almost dropped the big guy worth 1 silver meter.
Squeak——
The closet door was opened by Shelia.
The black cat has long since disappeared, leaving only Locke, who is holding a camera and has a dull expression.
【Ding! Witch information detected: Shelia Dutra]
[Successful feeding can randomly obtain a superpower of the witch]
[It was detected that only a piece of sweet potato cake was left on the host. 】
[Feeding success rate 1%]
Shelia's eyes moved down from Locke's handsome face, and finally fell on the red crystal pendant around Locke's neck.
The smile on her face gradually disappeared, her pretty brows furrowed, she stretched out her slender white hand, pulled the necklace off Locke's neck, and held it tightly in her hand.
"Where are the souls swallowed by the red crystal? You rat! Thief!"
