Night falls.
Dean and Farage rushed to Bay St. Louis Central Hospital, a two-story red building.
The hospital is not small in size and the decoration is very stylish.
But at this time, there are only a few patients lying in single wards watching TV... There are very few doctors and nurses.
Dean came to the front desk at the entrance, explained his intention to a white-haired receptionist, and showed three photos.
The blonde woman glanced at the photo casually, turned her eyes to her nails, and shook her head absently, "I've never seen them."
"What now?" Dean placed a ten-dollar knife at the front desk. "This Ms. Xia En once worked in your hospital and was responsible for accompanying critically ill patients, but it was a long time ago."
The receptionist calmly held the money in his palm with a smile on his face.
"As long as I have colleagues who have worked in the hospital in the past ten years, I have more or less impressions, but I don't remember a nurse like Xia En."
"She worked more than thirty years ago."
The delicate makeup on the woman's face was distorted, "Are you kidding? I have only worked in this hospital for ten years, and God only knows what happened more than thirty years ago!"
Farage passed behind Dean and knocked on the table, "The central hospital should always keep the personal information of employees, right?"
"That's true."
"where?"
Upon hearing this, the receptionist glanced at the two of them warily, "Sorry, I can't answer this question."
Dean looked into the woman's eyes, and the latter's pupils reflected a white light, and nodded dully, "Room 232, the archives room, the personal information, employment contracts, salary records, training records, and patients of all medical staff at the beginning of the hospital's establishment. My medical records are in the filing cabinet.”
…
Leaving the dumbfounded front desk behind, Dean led Faraj all the way to the second floor, skillfully cleaning the surveillance equipment along the way. He stood in front of room 232 and lightly hooked his fingers, and opened the door from the inside with his telekinesis.
The two swaggered into the spacious archives room, turned on the switch next to the door, and the lights came on, illuminating the densely packed filing cabinets, each with a specific year marked on the outside.
"We started looking for it thirty years ago, in 1951. You look for patient medical records, and I look for employee information." After Dean said, he released the "shadow" and found a row of file cabinets on the left. One person and one ghost pulled the files from both sides. Open the cabinet door, take out the file bag and rummage through it.
Farage looked at the folder on Dean's left that automatically flew into the air and turned the pages automatically. He felt that there was an invisible ghost in the air blowing in the dark wind, and he shrank his neck involuntarily.
But she had seen so many incredible things in the past few days that she had become numb. She took a deep breath and searched for another row.
…
Under bright lights.
In the archives room, there was a continuous sound of books being turned over, and two figures stretched out between the slits of the bookcase.
Time passed quietly until midnight.
"I found it." Dean looked at a personal information form. There was a mug shot of a black woman posted in the upper right corner of the form. He took out Lina's picture and compared it. It matched perfectly, but with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which made him look more professional. change.
"Lena Taylor."
"Joined the Special Care Center of the Town Central Hospital in 1942."
"From June 1942 to July 1943, nursing Sean Isabel, a patient with terminal gastric cancer..."
"August 1943, resigned..."
…
Shane's full name is Shane Isabel,
Dean found that the system progress jumped to 75%.
"Do you see..." Dean pointed to one of the lines of text, "Lina resigned after taking care of Xia En."
Farage nodded, "I also made an important discovery."
She took out a simple medical record, and in the upper right corner was a photo of a woman with a pale, gray face and a haggard appearance. Her wide eyes were bloodshot and her eye circles were dark and red. The image was extremely scary.
"Shane Isabelle."
"Terminal gastric cancer."
"Died on July 10, 1943, at home at 63 Clam Street."
…
Farage concluded, "Shane died in July, and Lina resigned in August."
"According to the confession of the chef of Tequila Restaurant, Thomas also sold the house and left the town at almost the same time." Dean added, "Now, it is more likely that Lina left with Thomas."
…
Dean found another physical examination report of Lina's from her file bag, and then his eyes froze. Most of the paragraphs in the report showed that she was healthy and everything was normal, and finally wrote this paragraph.
"Lena Taylor, May 1943, six weeks pregnant."
The system shook and the progress jumped to 80%.
hiss--
Farage couldn't help gasping, "Whose child is Lina carrying?"
"This child was conceived while she was nursing Xia En...who else do you think it could be?"
Dean's eyes flashed with light, he looked into the air and sighed,
"In the last year of Sean's life, her husband Thomas only had sadness and misfortune in his life. His seriously ill wife tortured him like a dead person. His painful emotions needed to be released. Lina happened to appear at this time... and something happened between the two. Sparks, it’s not surprising that a relationship develops beyond friendship.”
"This is so shameful!" Farage took the photo of Thomas from Dean and clenched it tightly with gritted teeth, wishing to tear him into pieces. He felt that this seemingly honest man suddenly became hateful. "My wife endured a huge... It's painful, and he's almost dead, but this guy has an affair with the nurse who takes care of his wife! What a beast, it's a shame I still think of him as a good father!"
Well, Dean looked back at the excited policewoman, who was obviously taking on the role of his wife Shane.
But to put it cruelly.
As a husband, Thomas has sold his yacht, spent all his savings, and endured tremendous pressure in order to save his wife's life. His performance can be regarded as a qualified husband.
After all, in later generations, it is not uncommon for one spouse to be seriously ill and the other to run away when the situation is bad. There is an old saying that when you are ill for a long time, you have no real relatives and friends.
Thomas's mistake was that he was too anxious to find a new love. He should have let his wife leave peacefully before developing a relationship with Lina.
"The grudge between this couple is difficult to clarify," Dean said solemnly, "The most important thing is the child in Lina's belly!"
Farage was silent for a moment, thinking of some possibility, with a look of extreme horror in his eyes, "Lina and Thomas left Bay St. Louis and gave birth somewhere else?"
"Then what?" Dean asked,
Farage took a deep breath, his lips trembling slightly, "The child is named Victor Crowley, the adopted son Thomas announced to the public!?"
Dean nodded and added, "Because this child was born to a female nurse who cheated on him while his wife was still alive. His origins are not respectable, so he claimed to be an adopted son."
Faraji felt his chest was congested and asked continuously, "Where did Lina go? Why are they and their son left alone to depend on each other on the honey island? Who did the curse that made Victor become a regenerator come from..."
"You should have the answer in your heart. Love and hate are the eternal themes of this world." Dean took out the map he bought after entering the town and spread it out. With another wave of his hand, the opened report closed again and the animal returned to its original place. "Xia En's home address is clearly recorded in the medical records. Let's go and take a look."
…
The two quietly left the depressing archives room and came to the street outside the hospital.
The moon hid behind the clouds, the sky was dim, 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 street phone booth and called back. A familiar voice came from the phone,
"Dean, this is Gretchen. Zumby has found important clues and wants to talk to you."
"OK, let him pick it up."
A rough male voice rang out, "Man, I visited all the voodoo shops and stalls in New Orleans today, and I finally got something. I met an old lady in her eighties. She claimed that she was young. I spent a year in a voodoo sect in New Orleans."
"Is she connected to voodoo now?"
"No, she said that real wizards with magical powers have been lurking for a long time, and few people know the location of the church temple." Zumbi said, "But she told me such a story, thirty or forty years ago , a major incident occurred in the Voodoo Cult, when Manber, who was responsible for protecting the church temple, suddenly quit the church, left New Orleans, and his whereabouts are unknown."
Dean suddenly interrupted, "Wait, what is Mambo?"
"The priests of Voodoo are called 'Ngong' for men and 'Mambo' for women. They are the ones with the highest status and the deepest cultivation in each parish. Usually there are both Ngong and Mambo in the temple of each parish. Manbo is permanently stationed in the 'Zhouzhu Atrium' to bury the dead, cure diseases, and cast terrifying spells to attack the enemy."
Zumby explained, "According to the old lady, the Manber in the New Orleans Voodoo Temple was tired of guarding the temple and wanted to return to a normal human life, so he almost left without saying goodbye."
"There is one less Mambo in the temple. It was attacked by hostile forces and almost destroyed. The remaining members gradually went underground and hid."
Dean asked, "Where did this Mumber go?"
"Whereabouts unknown."
"So, if she gets seriously ill, like cancer, can she use a spell to heal herself?"
"A priest who is proficient in healing spells must spend great efforts to cure a terminal illness, but this escaped Manbo specializes in the 'Bogo' spell, which is a terrifying curse spell. He is not proficient in healing, so she There’s no way to heal yourself.”
Proficient in curse spells.
This sentence made Dean's head shake. He took a deep breath, suppressed his pounding heartbeat, and finally asked a question,
"What's the name of this Manbo?"
"Shane...was once the youngest priest of the New Orleans Voodoo Temple."
breathe…
hang up the phone.
All the clues in Dean's mind gathered like stars in the sky:
husband thomas
His wife Xia En, who is seriously ill and about to die, is actually a voodoo man named Manber who is proficient in curses.
The nurse who took care of Sean had a close relationship with Thomas and became pregnant.
Thomas's child Victor was cursed, deformed, unfortunate, and transformed into a regenerator after his death.
——
All this leads to a tragic ending: Xia En hates because of love...
Bang, bang…
"Dean, what's wrong? What did Zumbi talk to you about?" Faraj waited impatiently and knocked on the phone booth hard.
Dean explained his findings, watching her in disbelief.
"Let's go, No. 63 Clam Street, the house where Shane died of illness, holds all the answers."
…
The two drove along the map to the edge of St. Louis Bay, to a dilapidated two-story mansion next to the trees.
It is recorded in the medical records that the place where Shane Isabel died more than thirty years ago.
The place of death of a voodoo mumber.
A few hundred meters away, Dean looked through the car window from a distance, and his temples began to beat uncontrollably. His omen skill was activated, and a series of hallucinations suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Shadows and darkness, like snakes, crawled all over the exterior wall of the house, squirming silently, spitting out forked messages, catching the outside breath.
Mourning birds circled in the rooftop sky, wailing like children crying.
The dark wings scattered pieces of ominous, decaying, and disgusting aura.
The space began to twist and fold, and the outline of the house became blurred, as if surrounded by a circle of boiling black flames and dark sea water.
It is as if the house does not exist in the real world.
Dean slammed on the brakes and shook his head.
The hallucination shattered like glass, and the house became cold, dilapidated, and dead again. Before, it seemed that he had just had a dream about a mirage.
But Dean's vigilance has increased to the extreme. There is a huge danger in this house!
He looked at Faraj beside him and directly gave the command under hypnosis,
"Drive, back up two kilometers, hide, and don't come here unless I'm looking for you!"
The woman nodded dully.
Dean got out of the car alone and slowly approached the house. The temperature dropped, and a cold breath soaked in bone marrow began to swim close to his neck, arms, and exposed skin, as if invisible pale fingers were caressing him. Every inch of his skin pulled his body down.
Limit his strength, speed, and agility.
The ground under his feet felt inexplicably soft and sticky, like a swamp. A chill penetrated along the ground into the soles of his feet, flowed through his tailbone, and reached Tianling Gaier.
Freezes his mind so he can't concentrate.
Boom!
The surging platinum light like waves surged out of the pores, washing Di'an's body, and instantly washed away all negative atmosphere.
Another layer of pitch-black ghost armor is wrapped around the outside of the body, completely blocking out the negative atmosphere.
The third level of the divine realm unfolded, and a bright light like the Milky Way appeared around Dean. Countless small black particles invisible to the naked eye around him seemed to be greatly frightened, and hurriedly moved away from him and hid in the house.
Dean walked to the door without stopping.
A wave of his hand.
boom!
The door was pushed back with telekinesis, revealing a dark living room.
In response.
There was the faint sound of spiders and ants crawling in the darkness of the living room.
Standing outside the door, a magical scene appeared in front of Dean. Layers of black mist and steam swirled up from the tattered wooden floors, the shadows under the furniture, and the cramped corners, and dropped from the ceiling. In the center of the hall, a layer of black tulle condenses from bottom to top, and slender legs under the tulle.
The black mist squirmed up the legs, solidifying the waist and hips, the plump chest and abdomen, the slender neck like a swan, the pointed chin, and the hazy face.
She wore a hijab-like black veil, covering her face and hair, hanging down below her collarbone. Another lace-like black gauze skirt covered her body. Every inch of her skin was faintly exposed, and it was so white that it was almost bloodless. It's transparent, but you can see the blue blood vessels and tendons underneath.
The lips and nails were painted black.
She's like a ghost bride lingering in the shadows.
Standing silently in the hall.
Scarlet eyes glanced at Dean through the veil, like liquid red agate, exuding a dangerous beauty full of death.
She stared at Dean for half a minute, and seemed to realize that he was not easy to mess with, so she spoke, "Outsider, I didn't invite you, why did you break into my home?"
This sound was so strange, and when it reached my ears, it was as if a icy hand was massaging my brain.
And Dean has never seen such a lifelike ghost. It has existed in the world for more than thirty years, and every part of its body is the same as a living person.
"Shane Isabel, Mumber of the New Orleans Voodoo Cult, there is no need to be full of hostility. There is no deep hatred between you and me. I am here only for negotiation."
"I have broken away from the voodoo sect a long time ago. Don't call me Mamber." The woman's red eyes glanced around Dean, with a hint of fear flashing, "What negotiation?"
Dean stared at her face, "Do you know Thomas Crowley?"
As soon as the name landed!
The air became quiet for a moment, and then a biting wind blew from the room to the outside.
The pale and delicate face under the veil twisted and shriveled for a moment, revealing eye holes burning with red will-o'-the-wisps, a nose and mouth like pitch-black depressions, and a pale and horrifying skull.
But the skull returned to normal in the blink of an eye, and Xia En said quietly,
"Are you referring to the heartless man who deceived my heart?"
"Yes. To be precise, I sold the yacht, spent my savings, treated you, and took care of your husband after you became seriously ill." Dean asked, "Did you curse his flesh and blood, Victor Crowley?" ?”
"His child...hehe...their child," Shane let out a sharp, creepy laugh, and the whole house shook in the laughter, as if it would fall apart at any time, but the shaking stopped suddenly, "Yes, I cursed him and Lina’s bitch!”
"But they deserve it!"
Xia En's body floated off the floor lightly, floated 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 pursuit, I became his girlfriend and I married him."
"At the beginning, he responded to my requests and took care of me as if I were my daughter. I thought I had met the love of my life, and I poured my trust and love into him."
"But at the last moment of my life, when I was at my weakest, most desperate, and most in need of human care, he chose betrayal!"
"Thomas Crowley, in the home we built together, in countless places where we shared the same bed day and night, secretly got together with that disgusting nurse!"
Huh...huh...
The wind was blowing hard.
The black gauze around Xia En's body swayed around, like dark clouds covering the sky.
A strong shadow pressed towards Dean.
The ghost armor on Dean's body trembled crazily, shrinking like a candle lit by fire.
But he was calm and silent.
"They thought I was unconscious, but I could clearly feel their sickening gasps."
"Thomas slowly changed his mind. There was no love in his eyes anymore, only indifference and impatience."
"This man who once loved me the most stayed at my hospital bed all day long, looking at me with terrifying eyes, as if saying in my ear - why don't you die!"
"I was too weak to speak. I could only plead with them from the bottom of 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 this little time, and they are not willing to give me any mercy!"
"Before I died, they were sweating and rolling in the house day and night until they created a new life, the crystallization of their love."
"They snuggled close to me, looked at me sleeping on the hospital bed, caressed the unborn child in my belly, and discussed what to name the child!"
"They rubbed salt into my wounds and built happiness and joy on the ruins of my broken heart."
…
"Haha! Do you know what it feels like to be betrayed by the person you love most at the most desperate moment in your life?!"
Shane Isabel smiled, and two lines of blood tears slid down her pale cheeks.
It dripped to the ground and dissipated into black smoke.
"So before I died, I issued a curse!"
She hissed—
"I curse Lina to die in childbirth!"
"I curse their child Victor to be born with a deformity, spend a distorted childhood in nightmare-like discrimination and bullying, be full of resentment like me, and finally die tragically at the hands of his closest relatives, feeling betrayed!"
"I curse Thomas Crowley to kill the child I love most with my own hands, and to survive in endless despair, sadness, loneliness, and pain. Life is worse than death!"
"But it's not over yet!"
Shane stared straight at Dean;
"My anger has been burning for many years, but it is getting stronger and stronger. My revenge is not over yet. The suffering of that bitch and those who hurt me has just begun..."
(End of chapter)
