Red maple avenue.
The setting sun fell into the horizon, and a layer of orange-red sunset glow bloomed on the horizon. Dusk embraced the empty long street and the two-story buildings along the street.
In front of room 369,
Dean and Alvin went in and out to carry the purchased supplies from the car into the living room:
A dozen three-liter barrels of gasoline, a pile of ignition devices, two sets of dark blue cotton-padded jackets, a fully charged bright searchlight, a high-power tape recorder with a loudspeaker, and a disco tape that made people's blood boil.
There are also four toy water guns, but the ammunition is replaced by "gasoline" instead of water.
A box of tracer rounds, loaded into an M1911A1, can detonate a gasoline barrel with just one round, which is more efficient than .45acp.
The total cost was more than seven hundred dollars.
Finally, the two of them carefully inspected the candles, incense burners, and sage needed for the ceremony, and put on thick cotton-padded jackets.
…
"Dean, why don't we wait until Holden comes back to join us?" Alvin carried a bucket of gasoline and poured a light yellow circle along the edge of the living room.
"That guy has no interest in attending our 'Halloween Party.' We won't wait for him." Dean drew a circle around the kitchen with another bucket, "Are you mentally prepared?"
"If the psychic ritual succeeds in summoning Alexander's ghost, it may attack us."
Alvin's tense face relaxed as he listened. He reached out and smoothed his short and oily hair, grinning and revealing yellow teeth.
"I don't have a few days to live, so it doesn't matter if I go to see God early."
"You are so young and haven't gone to college to get married or have children. You don't have to take such risks for a dying man like me."
Dean's body stiffened under his thick cotton-padded jacket when he heard this, and two voices appeared in his heart.
Reason urged him to turn away and escape from the terrible evil spirit.
But his heart told him to continue.
Things have developed to this point, the investigation progress is 60%, and they have made all preparations to deal with the evil spirits.
If he is still timid, doesn't take any risks, and doesn't have any courage, then he might as well just be an ordinary person from now on.
"I've made my decision."
"Man, if I'm still alive after tonight, I swear to go back to Compton immediately and help you testify against the scum of the Blood Gang."
"Don't say what if, I will try my best to let everyone survive."
Soon, the two people doused all the rooms on the first and second floors with a circle of gasoline, and placed the remaining ten barrels of gasoline scattered in every corner.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline.
Just throw a match into the gasoline to create a fire, turning the wooden building into a sea of fire, and all the people and ghosts in the house will be burned to coke!
The entire house becomes a "trap" specially created for ghosts.
Dean nodded with satisfaction, inserted the tape into the recorder to test, and the cheerful and dynamic melody of the famous disco song Polama Blanca played.
He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand towards Alvin.
A slender, strong and young hand, and a hand that is covered with dead skin and calluses,
A firm grip.
"Man, let's fight together tonight!"
"Now let's practice it a few times."
…
Time passes quickly.
The night falls and the moon rises.
Dean and Alvin drew the curtains, closed the windows and doors, and let darkness envelope the entire living room.
Come to the coffee table with the soul Ouija board.
Light a row of candles, and the smoke of burning sage lingers in the incense burner, stretching out in the candlelight.
The elegant fragrance makes people relax unconsciously.
Dean turned around again to check the left and right sides. Torches, tape recorders, searchlights... were placed under the sofa and coffee table, within easy reach.
A Colt loaded with tracer bullets was tucked into the holster under the arm of his asbestos coat.
A water gun filled with gasoline was stuck on the back of his waist, and several lighters were in his pockets.
Everything is ready.
Dean stood up and placed the Ouija board between his and Alvin's knees.
Then he grasped the teardrop-shaped slender board with his right hand, pointed the sharp tip at the index finger of his left hand and gently pulled it. The skin split open and a slender bloody opening appeared, and blood came out.
He hung his bloody fingers on the Ouija board, letting the dripping blood stain the writing red.
The black shadow on the wall simultaneously extended its right hand, like a man in black robe performing a mysterious ritual.
In about ten seconds, the Ouija board made of sandalwood sucked up all the blood.
A faint red light floated around the handwriting that was originally as pale as ashes.
Dean gritted his teeth and pressed the injured index finger of his left hand up together with the shackle.
The same goes for Alvin.
The two took deep breaths, relaxed their bodies, and cleared away distracting thoughts.
Slowly push the board in a circle around the Ouija board.
In a regular, soft sizzling sound.
Dean's voice rang out.
“Friends get together and we are sincere.”
"The soul draws near and we call to you."
The board is turning.
Dean's unhurried voice echoed in the claustrophobic hall,
"I will now begin my divination, and ask the good spirits that linger in this house to listen to my words."
"Dear Elder, Alexander Raphael, is your soul near us?"
The board is turning and turning.
Dean and Alvin perked up their ears.
Swish——
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew from the small wafer board, causing the smoke from the burning candles and sage to suddenly sway.
The two of them sat up straight as if they were electrocuted.
The strange force went against the direction of their fingers, and nailed the shackles in place.
A numbing coolness crawled up the backs of their hands along the contact point between the dart board and their fingers, and all the way up their arms.
It felt like there were cold fingers crawling along their skin.
The stimulation made the two of them tremble, and they tacitly stopped the strength on their hands and let the stilt stand still.
Something is coming!
Another wild force surged out of the dark void, pushing the board to start accelerating again, much faster than they had pushed before.
The blood-stained tablet moved dizzyingly back and forth between letters and numbers.
Five seconds later, it stopped at one word——
"YES."
Dean licked his dry lips, his heart thumping in his throat, and he opened the God's perspective.
But the 360-degree field of view only captured the darkness and emptiness in the living room.
Couldn't find the ghost's location.
It turns out that Dean can't see any other ghosts except "Shadow".
A flush of excitement appeared on Alvin's wrinkled face, and he blinked at his companion.
continue!
"Master Alexander, can I ask you a few questions?"
Sizzling——
The board automatically passed several letters.
I,n,t,e,r,e,s,t,i,n,g
interesting?
"interesting."
Dean raised his eyebrows. What does this mean? Is it allowed or not?
But didn't wait for him to speak.
Alvin asked impatiently,
"Do you know Panon Garcia?"
Sizzling——
The board moves.
"YES."
"Do you know where he is?"
…
Sizzling——
The board moved like a naughty butterfly, and it took a long time this time.
"He was standing right next to me."
This answer caught Alvin off guard, and he looked around subconsciously.
There wasn't even a ghost around, let alone a living person.
But the next second, he realized something. He opened his mouth and turned to stone as if he was struck by lightning.
Panon was standing near the ghost Alexander, but they couldn't see it, so there was only one possibility - Panon, like Alexander, had become an invisible ghost!
"no no!"
Alvin's eyes were red, he was holding his chest and breathing heavily.
"How did Panon die? He just disappeared!"
"He's missing!"
Sizzling——
The board moves.
"he died."
In the cold retort, Alvin let go of the stilts, and slumped back on the sofa as if he had lost his soul, his face gloomy.
Di Jing looked at his sad companion quietly without much surprise.
How can a living person frequently enter the dreamland of his or her loved ones?
"Master Alexander, can you make Panon appear? Can you let us see him?"
Dean asked, looking into the empty darkness.
Huhu——
A piercing cold wind circled around the back of his neck, as if he was considering where to start.
But he quickly fell back to the slumber board.
"Next question."
What does this mean? refuse to answer?
Being fooled again and again, an extremely unsettling delusion arose in Dean's head, that Alexander's ghost was a cat hiding in the shadows, admiring the fear of their two mice.
Alvin's lips trembled, his fingers pressed on the altar again, and he changed the question,
"How did Panon die?"
"Zi Zi..."
The bright red board was so fast that only afterimages were visible, and a strong wind blew in the dark corner, making their hair and clothes fly, making them almost unable to open their eyes.
The surrounding curtains fluttered like kites.
A large white candle next to the table was blown into the air, hit the wall hard, and went out.
The light in the room dimmed.
An old, hoarse, rasp-like voice suddenly sounded,
"For the great experiment, I killed Panon!"
I killed Panon!
This sentence seemed to contain magic, echoing repeatedly in the living room.
The ground was filled with dust, and the two people's eardrums were numb.
Alexander killed Panon?
Marlene Dailey's words quickly popped into Dean's mind.
"Alexander has been improving psychic rituals and trying to control ghosts."
He was so heartbroken that he attacked an autistic person.
How is this a warm-hearted and friendly psychic master? This is clearly a demon that is so crazy that it has lost all humanity!
Let me see your true face!
Dean gritted his teeth, raised his hand and placed the tablet over his left eye, looking through the glass to the opposite side.
The darkness as thick as blood outlines two figures.
Wearing black robes, they stood side by side behind the sofa.
It was less than five meters away from them!
The person on the left is covered in black robes, and his face cannot be seen.
But the old man on his right hand, with withered hands like chicken claws and long nails hanging on his chest, exposed his face outside the robe and was as pale and bloodless as a corpse.
The facial features are distorted and deformed, the two eyeballs as black as night protrude horribly, and the gaping mouth is full of jagged black teeth.
The messy hair stood on end like steel needles.
His demeanor was completely different from the hale and hearty one in the photo, and his whole body was filled with a crazy and cold aura.
A kind of palpitating and disgusting negative energy field is radiating outward all the time.
He seemed to feel the gaze, and his dark eyes bulged out of his sockets like a chameleon, turning towards Dean.
As soon as Dean made eye contact with him, his head felt as if he had been hit hard with a stick. His eyesight turned black, his temples stung, and a stream of blood spurted out from his nose.
"You killed Panon? You killed my only relative and hid his body to make it look like he was missing?"
Alvin's cold voice called back Dean's attention, and he reached out and grabbed a torch.
ignite.
The flames rose.
The swaying firelight illuminated the surrounding space and Alvin's pale and determined face.
"So two years ago, who solved the demon in you and turned you into a ghost?"
"Who killed me?"
"Ho ho!"
A sharp, weird laugh filled the air. Amidst the laughter, the whole house trembled like an earthquake, and a large amount of dust and sawdust fell from the ceiling.
"who?!"
The floor squirmed like angry waves, and the two of them swayed this way and that as if they were on surfboards.
"I also want to know who killed me. I want to thank him for helping me get rid of the weak, sick, and ridiculous flesh and blood body and embrace eternity!"
The dark eyes turned to the two of them, and the vicious murderous intention was as real as they could be.
"Come on, you two, join us, break away from the shackles of the body, and embrace eternal life!"
Maniacal laughter mixed with sobs echoed in the living room.
The cold wind hits my face!
Dean decisively turned on the searchlight, and the strong light shined directly at the location where the sound came from, piercing the darkness.
The rays of light were so powerful that they were instantly stabbed to tears while hiding behind the searchlights, and the evil wind suddenly stopped.
Dean endured the discomfort in his eyes and quickly turned on the recorder with his left hand.
Music starts playing——
When the sun shines on the hills
The night slips away quietly
it's a new day
it's a new day
The energetic, dynamic and cheerful melody is like rays of sunshine, instantly dispelling the gloom and terror in the room.
The loud singing passed through the window and spread to the quiet street.
In an instant, the house stopped shaking.
The old ghost's weird smile disappeared without a trace.
The two of them seemed to have suddenly entered a joyful dance party from a dark and ghostly cemetery.
efficient!
Noise really weakens ghosts!
Dean and Alvin, who was holding the torch, looked at each other.
He raised the lens of the tablet to his eyes again and looked into the void, the next second.
Dean's eyes widened!
Alexander's pale, decayed face, covered with black veins, was actually right in front of his nose——
A mouth of black teeth was exposed, and the black hole-like mouth reached to the ears!
ah!
ah!
ah!
Hysterical screaming whirls!
The glass windows on all sides, the cups, bowls, and plates in the cupboards exploded into pieces of glass.
Invisible sound waves swept through the air, and Dean felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer. His whole body flew backwards and hit the wooden wall heavily.
It slid down the wall like mud.
"Dean!"
Alvin screamed in horror, pouring gasoline on the ground crazily with his left hand, holding the torch in his right hand and dancing in a circle in front of him.
boom!
An invisible force knocked the torch in his hand into the distance, burning stubbornly against the floor.
Then an invisible black shadow grabbed him from behind.
Amid the exclamation, Alvin was dragged in the air like a rag doll and flew up the second floor corridor and disappeared into the darkness.
