At the dining table in the living room, with the sunshine pouring in from the window, Dean and Paqui enjoyed the crumb apple pie together. The sweetness of this pie was just right, not as harsh as other American pastries, and Dean could accept it.
Opposite them, Mrs. Henderson smiled and touched the plush belly of the orange cat on her lap, took off a piece of pie and put it into its mouth.
"Usually Dustin is in school, and I only have Meow to accompany me at home. He is like my naughty little daughter."
"Meow is the one who spends the most time with you?" Dean asked, "I'd like to ask, your husband?"
The tenderness on the woman's face dimmed, and her eyes stared blankly at the cake on hand for two seconds.
"Joshua fell ill and passed away three years ago. My apple pie was his favorite."
"Feel sorry…"
"It's all over now, I've long been 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 the apple pie for the ghost. The loyalty of many animals lasts a lifetime, and the owner is still the owner even after death.
But it's also a major discovery that cats can see ghosts.
"If you ask me to find a cat again in the future, I will definitely come as quickly as possible." Paqui patted the crumbs on his hands and glanced softly at the cat that had caused him a lot of suffering. "And With Dean as your cat finder, this naughty little guy will have nowhere to hide.”
"Then it's too stingy to use apple pie as a thank you gift. What else do you like to eat?" Mrs. Henderson asked with a smile, "I'll prepare it in advance next time."
"I think beef stew with tomatoes would be good." Paqui made the request without hesitation.
Dean was thinking about how to continue asking Henderson's husband.
As a result, the woman couldn't help but take out the photo of her late husband from the bedroom drawer and display it. The image in the photo was exactly the ghost that Dean saw lingering in the basement.
The woman started talking to the two neighbors.
When her husband was still alive, he was a telephone installer in the town, and she worked at the mall.
The two worked hard to save money to treat their son Dustin's clavicle hypoplasia. After a few years of hard work, Dustin's condition began to improve. Except for his appearance, which was a little different from ordinary children, other aspects were completely normal and he was able to go to school.
But three years ago, her husband, Joshua, died of a heart attack at home. The family lost this breadwinner and their income dropped drastically. Dustin's treatment had to be stopped. His teeth could not grow back and he became toothless.
Mrs. Henderson suffered from mild psychological symptoms. After taking medication, her slim figure became inflated and out of shape.
…
"Joshua left before he could see Dustin go to college, get married, or have children," Henderson said slightly sadly, touching the corners of his red eyes.
"You have educated Dustin very well. He is very optimistic, strong and cheerful. Joshua will be very pleased." Dean handed the woman a napkin and avoided the claws of the orange cat in her arms.
The origin of the ghost was basically understood, but now was obviously not the time to initiate a psychic ritual. Dean decided to wait until no one was in the house before sneaking into the basement.
"Madam, it's almost time. We should leave. I'll help you taste your apple pie next time." Paqui glanced at his watch, winked at Dean, and the two of them returned to the car.
…
After the sun went down, at seven o'clock in the evening, Dean returned.
Scanning the house from God's perspective, Henderson and her son were nowhere to be seen, and there was no one inside.
He used his telekinesis to unlock the lock, walked into the room openly, lowered his head and glanced at the sleeping orange cat curled up on the carpet in front of the door, mischievously used his telekinesis to gently hold its big butt, and quietly moved it to the trash in the bathroom. In the bucket, close the lid.
Going down to the cellar, the ghost Joshua was still hiding motionless by the corner wall.
Dean took out the teardrop-shaped tablet in his arms, took out the divination chessboard from the fantasy space, put it between his knees, and lit a few candles to provide weak illumination.
Cut open the index finger of his left hand and let the blood slide down the board and onto the chessboard.
Dean pushed the board with both hands and slowly rotated it against the chessboard, and a gust of wind blew up.
“Friends gather together with sincerity.”
"The soul is near, I am calling you."
Brush brush brush——
The ghost in the corner was attracted by some mysterious force, and its figure flashed strangely before teleporting in front of Dean. A light blue face was as stiff as a puppet, but its bulging eyes stared straight at Dean. There is a vague sense of eagerness and longing.
"Ghost Joshua, you have been dead for many years, why have you been wandering in the house?" Dean looked up at it.
The board rotated rapidly, and the glass pieces passed over letters one by one, and finally pieced together a sentence.
"My wish is not fulfilled, I am unwilling to give in."
Not willing to give in?
Dean thought, after a general ghost leaves the body, it disappears into the air within a few minutes. How strong of obsession can it allow it to exist in the world for three years?
"Why don't you take the initiative to contact your wife and son and ask them to help you realize your wish?" Dean asked,
Sizzling——
"I tried, but they couldn't see me and my wish was dangerous and they couldn't fulfill it."
Dean frowned and looked at the system expectantly, "What's your unfulfilled last wish? Tell me and I'll help you to the best of my ability."
The ghost's eyes flashed with flames, and the scorpion pieced together its last words,
"Collect the 45,000 arrears from Feodor, give it to my wife, and then help me get revenge."
The board stops.
A line of prompts flashed before Dean's eyes, you triggered the event - Joshua's obsession.
Joshua has been dead for three years and still stubbornly stays under the eaves of his home, unwilling to leave.
Now help him fulfill his last wish, let him be completely liberated and return to Limbo Prison.
Event Difficulty: Medium
Progress: (0/100)
Deadline: 3 days
Reward: 100 experience points + special rewards
Failure penalty: None
…
"Who is Feodor and why does he owe you money?" Dean asked,
"A little gangster from Hawkins Town." Ghost pushed the pieces together. "One day he suddenly came to me and gave me a deposit of five thousand dollars and asked me to take on a job privately. But after the job was completed, he didn't Instead of paying me the final payment of 45,000 yuan as promised, he killed me and silenced me."
"Didn't your wife say you died of illness?" Dean looked at the ghost's round face in surprise.
"That's just an illusion... I was the only one sleeping at home that night. Fedor sneaked in, covered my mouth, and injected something into my arm. My heart felt a strong sting and I couldn't breathe. , and soon lost consciousness, and when I 'woke up', I returned to the basement in a daze based on instinct."
"What?" Dean's eyelids jumped when he heard this. A young gangster was also proficient in drug injection assassination. "What help did this guy ask you to do?"
"My job is to install and maintain telephones in the town, and Feodor asked me to use my job to install an additional small device for the mayor and police station to repair the telephones."
"What device?"
"The bug."
…
The candlelight flickered in the quiet basement,
"Install bugs on the mayor's house and the police station's phone calls?" Dean looked at the ghost's honest face with a complex expression, "How dare you accept such an illegal and criminal job?"
"I don't want to see my son Dustin being laughed at and insulted by his classmates again. I want to treat him and I need this money." Joshua looked at him with a ghostly look in his eyes.
Dean sighed. Fifty thousand dollars was indeed a huge sum of money for people in this era.
"Why did Feodor want to eavesdrop on the mayor and the police chief? Most people are not so bold and don't have the brains. He has a big plan, right?"
"I don't know. He didn't explain it to me. He just asked me to keep it a secret."
"Drug injections, bugs, and such a large sum of money? Is he really just a little punk?"
"I know very little about him. I only know that he usually doesn't have a stable job and just wanders around the town."
"Okay, let's talk about Feodor's appearance, clothing, and address."
"Short light yellow hair, blue eyes, white skin, narrow and high nose, thin lips, straight jaw, short light yellow hair, full beard, stout body, about 6.2 feet tall, weighing 200 pounds, about thirty years old... Town Center Shark Apartment 502…”
Dean took out a pen and paper to record, and soon a bloated man appeared in his mind, "I will help you realize two wishes. But your condition is too bad and you can't stay in the basement anymore. I'll find you a Better place to be.”
Dean raised the scepter towards Joshua's illusory figure that seemed to disappear at any time, and the ghost suddenly turned into a hazy radiance and was sucked into the scepter.
The ji board has a warming and nourishing effect, and it will not disappear prematurely if you live in it.
Dean looked at the empty darkness and turned his eyes,
"Do you want to inform Chief Hope, whom I just met, that his police officers and the mayor are being watched?"
But he immediately gave up the idea. The fact that they were being eavesdropped would have no impact on Dean. Notifying the other party would easily alert the enemy. It was best to find someone to complete the incident first.
Dean left the house and drove to a forest of towering ancient trees in the south of the town.
The power of his mind rose to an altitude of thirty meters, and he turned on the God's perspective to inspect the nearby terrain structure and determined that the surrounding area was deserted.
He found a piece of soft land in the woods and stepped on it with his feet.
He took out two folding shovels from the trunk of the car, one for himself and one for Ying, and started digging frantically on the ground one after the other. The movements were so fast that afterimages were left, and a horrifying roar could be heard in the night sky. Rumors of people.
Dean transformed into a ruthless digging machine. 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 up the mud on his body, put away the shovel, and drove to the Big Shark Apartment in the town.
(End of chapter)
