Alvin looked out the window, and before he knew it, the heavy rain stopped. The sky was as clear as a spring, washing away the sadness and hesitation in his heart.
"Do you still think that Panon killed Alexander?"
"Not sure, although in the story you just told, Panon did not do any violence, nor did it involve the field of psychics." Dean took a sip of Coke and moistened his throat, "But you haven't seen each other for twenty-eight years. It’s a huge variable.”
"Then how do we find someone? Do you have any idea? As long as you help me find Panon, I will go back and be a witness."
Alvin asked.
Holden thought for a while,
"The possibility of finding Panon directly is extremely slim. We can only start with Alexander."
"There is some kind of connection between Panon and Alexander. According to common sense, they should have communicated privately before. So I plan to go to Alexander's old house, the house where his relatives now live, to look for evidence and clues."
"Have you investigated Alexander's family?" Dean asked,
"I have learned that he has a son who lives in Sparks County, Nevada, but he has little connection with the psychic circle. He is just an ordinary person."
"Will this work?" Alvin asked,
"There is no guarantee, man, you have to understand that these two cases are already old cases, and the 'turnover rate' is extremely low." Holden said helplessly, "It takes a lot of luck to bring them to light."
"But I can't wait."
Alvin shook his fist.
Dean looked at the system progress. After listening to Alvin's story, the investigation progress reached 40%.
There was only half the mission time left, and he couldn't wait too long.
The step-by-step, step-by-step investigation method like COP is obviously not suitable for him. He must take "shortcuts".
"Holden, why bother looking far away? Even the IRS can't find Panon. The scientific method you talk about probably won't work."
"And Alexander died tragically in this house. How about we put aside all other complicated factors, directly use the Soul Ouija Board to summon Alexander's ghost, and ask for clues about Panon from its mouth!"
Dean took out the soul fortune telling board from the wooden box and put it on the table.
"Let's hold a channeling ceremony!"
Huhu——
The howling cold wind passed through the window and slapped the three people's faces.
There was a faint cry of crows outside the house.
"When I heard you make up those ridiculous stories before, I never saw that you were so superstitious," Holden shook his head slightly disappointedly, "It's not Halloween now, so I don't have time to play psychic games with you."
"Why didn't I see you being so pedantic before?" Dean looked at Holden with the same disappointment. "I originally thought that you were different from the average FBI and COP and could accept fresh ideas, so I agreed to cooperate with you."
Holden raised his eyebrows, tugged the black tie around his neck, and forced a smile on his face,
"Then give it a try, but I'm ready to appreciate the shock and disappointment on your face and teach you a good lesson - trust in science and don't indulge in mystical things. Alvin, what do you think?"
Alvin took a deep breath and nodded.
…
Channeling is a profound knowledge.
The three people knew little about this and could only buy a few candles and a Halloween psychic manual for teenagers from a nearby supermarket.
Dean and Alvin closed all the windows and drew the curtains, making sure not a sliver of natural light entered the house.
The entire hall was as dark as a tomb.
Then light the candles and place them on the four corners of the coffee table, surrounding the overlapping soul Ouija board in the center, with the Ouija board at the bottom and the Ouija board at the top. The dim candlelight clearly illuminates the letters and numbers on the Ouija board.
But about three or four meters away from the Ouija board, it was too dark to see clearly.
Half of the faces of the three people were dimly glowed by the candlelight, and the other half loomed in the darkness.
Observed from Dean's perspective, Holden and Alvin across from the sofa seemed to be grinning strangely.
"Are you ready, two of you? Two blood gang killers died in this house just a few days ago. His ghosts will probably hate us."
"What do you want to prove? If those unscientific things really exist." Holden shook his head, "Then just capture them and hand them over to the country."
"Then let's get started?" Alvin couldn't wait to open the psychic manual and read it word for word, "Each person has one finger, any one will do, and puts it on top of the teardrop-shaped stilt board, and gently press it."
The three of them did as they were told.
"Then I will push the board hard and make a circle around the main board. Don't use force yet."
Dean pushed the teardrop-shaped board to slide across the smooth motherboard. The feel was strange, and an inexplicable idea came to Dean's mind - it was like holding a rag to clean the cold body of the deceased.
"Holden, come and push for a lap."
"Dean."
"OK."
"Now, let's begin the summons."
Alvin was a little nervous, his face turned slightly pale, and the fingers holding the Ouija board shook.
Taking a deep breath, staring into space, and said loudly,
“Friends get together and we are sincere.”
"The soul draws near and we call to you."
"Alexander Raphael, respected master of psychics, I, Alvin Garcia, beg you to show up and give me some guidance." Alvin's hoarse voice echoed throughout the hall on the first floor,
The three people pressed their fingers tightly on the Ouija board, but they invariably twisted their necks and looked around, trying to see the abnormal movements around them with their naked eyes.
Huhu——
The windows were obviously closed, but there was a gloomy wind blowing from the darkness, like a corpse crawling out of a grave. It came up behind them, pointed at the back of their necks, stuck out its tongue, and exhaled the rancid and cold gas, which blew Dean away. My whole body was cold and my hair stood on end.
The candles in the four corners of the coffee table swayed, and the shadows of the three people cast on the wall were suddenly stretched and straightened.
It was as if an invisible creature was tearing at their shadows.
At the same time, Dean had a subtle feeling of spatial dislocation.
Quietly, in a dark space.
A pair of eyes appeared, hiding by the door frame, pulling at their shadows while watching them half-covered.
It is separated by a layer of gauze, behind another layer of borderline.
Observe their every move.
Stick out your tongue and lick your lips.
Drooling.
Dean's scalp was numb and he couldn't help but hold his breath.
But suddenly, the breeze disappeared.
Some force pulled it back.
The shadow on the wall returned to normal.
The huge, frightening pressure hanging over Dean's head disappeared at the same time.
The whole room returned to calmness, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Dean relaxed, stretched out his hand, and felt cold sweat on his forehead.
The two people around him exhaled in relief.
Another half minute passed, but there was no movement from the Ouija board.
There are no so-called evil spirits pushing the Ouija board to piece together words.
"Master Alexander, are you in the house? Please let us know you." Alvin continued to call unwillingly, "If you show up and tell me the whereabouts of Panon, I swear to catch your murderer for you!"
no response.
The Ouija and Ouija boards were as still as sculptures.
A chuckle echoed in the dark space.
Holden crossed his hands on his chest and looked at Dean,
"I'm not surprised at all. The public and the media have exposed hundreds of so-called psychics as tricks to fool people."
"Dean, you are still too young, your thinking is excessive, you confuse psychological suggestions with reality, and you believe in rumors."
"Be calm, Alvin, you try to summon Panon." Dean remained calm,
"Panon just disappeared, how could he summon his ghost!" Alvin emphasized with his neck raised.
"I know, just give it a try."
"You still haven't given up?"
…
The three of them then took turns trying to recite ritual prayers to summon Alexander and Panon.
It's a pity that no ghost responded to them from beginning to end.
…
"Now you're satisfied, it's time to give up and get back on track." Holden stared at the thoughtful Dean, walked straight to the window, opened the curtains, let the light from outside the room dispel the gloom and darkness, and then blew the Put out the candle.
"I said, so-called psychics are a waste of time. If you have some free time, you might as well drive to Sparks County with me to investigate."
…
"This piece of stone obviously has strange power."
Dean grabbed the drop-shaped slender board and held it in front of his eyes for a closer look.
He could still clearly feel the emotions of fear and desire conveyed by the "shadow", and he mused,
"The failure of the channeling ritual is our own fault."
"Our reasons?" Alvin frowned, "What do you think?"
"One possibility is that none of the three of us have any psychic talent and cannot summon ghosts."
"The second possibility is that there is a huge problem with the summoning steps in the Halloween manual. Some key steps or materials are wrong or missing."
Dean turned to look at the helpless Holden,
"We need to consult a senior psychic, or an expert in this field. It is best to have communicated with Alexander Raphael. This depends on your information channels."
Holden was silent.
Dean stood up with persistent eyes.
"It is necessary to visit an expert. On the one hand, we can get Alexander's personal information from his mouth. On the other hand, we can also learn about the real and detailed psychic rituals. Through this analysis, we can analyze what Alexander once did in the attic. What?"
"His actions may have something to do with Panon."
"I'm not just doing this for some Halloween psychic game."
Holden walked around the hall, looking at Dean's face.
"I asked you to assist me, but you treated me as an assistant and gave orders. What gave you such confidence and confidence?"
What gave me the confidence?
Dean reflected on himself that when he first awakened to his superpowers, he was closely connected with supernatural things.
Now he feels that he is about to reveal the true corner of the world hidden under the iceberg from the psychic ritual, and there is no way he will give up halfway.
"This is not an order, man, this is a request from my partner." Dean looked at the other person and said directly, "And I am a rookie, so I need your help even more."
Holden helplessly rubbed his short black hair,
"Fortunately, I can tolerate the willfulness of young people. A bad-tempered FBI would have sent you back to the Bureau and let you drive around Las Vegas all day long to patrol."
"Ok, I humbly accept your criticism." Dean nodded, "So an expert?"
"Seeing that you are a talented person, I will use my connections to help you find an expert as soon as possible. There will be news tomorrow."
Holden made the decision without any doubt,
"But this time the troops are divided into two groups. I will not act with you. I will compile the information and go to Sparks to visit Alexander's old house."
"You go find a psychic."
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