Although everything is normal in ordinary vision, but in Jenkins's vision of the real eye, the thick white fog is even more frightening.
"Where did you go?"
He stands with the other men/out the door, suspicious.
Chocolate stood on his shoulders, seeing that Jenkins didn't respond, he flicked his tail.
"Meow~"
While Jenkins wasn't paying attention, he pretended to scratch the air a few times.
In an instant, the woman with a broken body and pus on her face fell out of the depths of the thick fog as if she had been kicked.
Ordinary people certainly cannot see evil spirits, at least they cannot see evil spirits in their current state. Therefore, the few people present could only see two bodyguards gesticulating in the air in a strange manner, and one of them even made a gesture of throwing a spear, and then let out a long breath, signaling that everyone was fine. .
"What just happened?"
Someone asked, "We seem to hear a woman screaming."
The people who stayed outside the house looked at each other, they didn't hear anything.
"Only the people in the house can hear it? The Ouija board?"
Jenkins guessed again.
The men who went out told the people in the hut that the sound just now didn't seem to be a woman's scream. Since the people outside said they didn't hear it, everyone guessed that it was the strange sound caused by the wind blowing through the cracks in the bricks.
After the little accident just now, someone suggested that it was late at night, so it was better to go back early, but Miss Lindsay insisted on trying again. She thought the accident just now was an excellent sign, maybe it would succeed next time.
The women sat back around the moth-eaten round table, and the candles were replaced with new ones.
The light of the white candle felt much dimmer than normal. Jenkins is not sure if this is his own illusion.
But he has already made up his mind, no matter whether the next channeling is successful or not, he will persuade Miss Michel to leave here.
Miss Lindsay was well prepared, and this time she came up with a new way.
Specifically, on the table, the pattern of the hexagram was drawn in advance, and some letter-like patterns that Jenkins did not recognize were filled in the hexagram.
Putting the Ouija board in the center of the six-pointed star, the women held hands and read a paragraph of unclear words neatly, the whispers vibrating in the air.
Then they repeated the steps just now, but this time the object of the channeling was changed again.
"Who is Carly Alex?"
Jenkins asked in a low voice to Mr. Kevin beside him.
"Don't you know? That was Miss Lindsay's friend who died of a serious illness in May."
Jenkins nodded. He hadn't come here in May, so it was impossible for the original owner to know such a thing.
But Mr. Kevin’s words were not over yet. He looked around anxiously, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he said to Jenkins in a very small voice:
"I'm not the kind of person who likes to spread rumors, but in fact, most people think that Miss Alex was not sick, but died of poisoning."
"Do you know who poisoned it?"
He asked immediately, first suspecting that it was related to the Witch's House, but in May, they didn't seem to have arrived in Nolan yet.
"Oh, sir, this is just a rumor, how could there really be a murderer?"
"But since there are such rumors, there must be a beginning and an end to the story, right?"
"Yes."
He looked slightly embarrassed and looked disturbed, as if he regretted starting the topic.
"I don't intend to slander the reputation of the lady, so the specific name will not be revealed. This is probably a story of jealousy. Young ladies are easily confused because of love. Their love is so fierce and hot, and then they are jealous. Then hate, then…”
He didn't say the last words, but Jenkins got it.
Looking at the women sitting together, he suddenly had a bold guess. There is no reason for this guess, but the more you think about it, the more reasonable it becomes.
"Except for poor Miss Alex, the other protagonists in the story are not all in this room, are they?"
"Huh? Oh, yes... eh? You don't think Miss Lindsay wants to..."
He guessed what Jenkins was thinking, and the expression on his face gradually changed to astonishment.
"It's just a guess. By the way, who are the stories we talked about just now related to?"
Jenkins asked in a low voice.
Mr. Kevin raised his hand a little hesitantly, pointed at some of the young people, then put it down quickly, and asked worriedly.
"There are no ghosts in this world, right?"
"I don't know, but the power of faith can dispel any ghosts. When you feel pain and fear, meditate on the holy emblem of the sage and recite the teachings of the sage, then all demons will not be able to shake us!"
He replied piously, with a serious face, and Mr. Kevin could even faintly feel that rock-like determination.
The corner of his mouth trembled, feeling that he could not refute this answer at all, so he drew the holy emblem on his chest while praying softly as Jenkins said.
"Mr. Williams is indeed as rumored."
The rumored protagonists pointed out by Mr. Kevin have a man and two women. If you add the poor man who died, this possible story should be more complicated than Jenkins imagined.
The two women were sitting on Miss Lindsay's left and directly opposite her. The women's looks were pretty good, and there was no panic expression on their faces, only a touch of fear and excitement, as if they were really just trying an exciting and interesting game.
As for the man, Jenkins remembered that when everyone introduced him to each other, his name was Dali Cage, and he did not seem to have a proper occupation. Unlike the old-fashioned writers and musicians, he was wearing a thick red dress with lace-trimmed sleeves that could be seen from under the sleeves. With overly fancy makeup on her face and lipsticks of undistinguishable shades, she looked extremely disgusting.
Seeing Jenkins looking at him, the man blinked his beautiful eyelashes at Jenkins, and Jenkins almost lost his footing in fright.
He raised his right hand and gently stroked the soft chocolate on his shoulder to calm himself down. Then he immediately looked away, squinting his eyes and looked at the bright place in the room, where the women had already put their fingers on the shackles.
Just now they pressed the note with Carly Alex's date of birth, date of death, relic jewelry, and photos under the four statuettes. Then, with very light black ink, the name of the deceased was written on the center of the Ouija board, above the clusters of decorative tombstones.