Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 48. Psychic Soul Ouija Board

Dean and Alvin greeted Holden at the stairs and returned to the lobby on the first floor.

The three sat in a circle around the sofa.

Holden listened to Dean recount the clues he asked from the neighbors, and said,
"This is consistent with the information I have learned from the property and Henderson government departments. In the past 20 years, these two departments have received the residents of Room 369, that is, the property fees and property taxes sent to them by Parnon. Checks until, five years ago, Parnon stopped mailing checks."

"The tax department tried to contact him, but failed. It was as if Panon had disappeared from the world."

"Let me tell you this, the Internal Revenue Service is considered the most powerful department in the entire United States. Even they failed to find Parnon, and others have little hope of finding him." Holden said regretfully, "Hender The Sen government has also listed Panon as a missing person, and in two or three years, he will be declared dead."

"Is Panon really missing?"

Amir stared straight at the ground, his face was so pale that he lost all blood.

boom!
He slammed the table hard,
"It's my fault, it's all my selfish, indifferent idiot! If I had come to visit Panon a few years earlier, and I would have taken care of him, he would not have disappeared."

What an emotional guy.

Dean hurried to appease,

"Don't get excited, you were also bankrupt at that time, the house was auctioned off, and you couldn't live on the street. How could you help your relatives hundreds of miles away. Even God can't judge you."

"No, you don't understand what I did to Parnon...I...I'm sorry for him..."

Alvin held his head, his shoulders trembling.

"Then speak up." Holden looked at his painful face, and persuaded him in a gentle and gentle voice, "You will feel better if you share your worries with someone."

Almi gritted her teeth,

"Give me some more time, and when I'm ready, I'll tell you all about the past between me and Panon. Please continue now, is there anything else you find?"

"I got a message from the Henderson police station." Holden pressed his fingers lightly on the coffee table, "Some time after your brother Parnon disappeared, a murder occurred in this house."

Dean nodded, "That's what the neighbors in the block told us...the police sealed off the house for a day and carried out the body of a homeless man?"

"Not a tramp."

Holden stared at the window not far away, his eyes became serious,
"It's an old man in his 60s, and his identity is not simple, even unusual."

Dean and Alvin cheered up,

"High social status?"

"Well. The name of the deceased is Alexander Raphael, and he is a well-known psychic medium throughout Nevada."

Holden took out a full body photo from his arms.

An old man of medium build and wearing a black robe.

Slightly hunchbacked.

His hair was gray and his skin was abnormally pale. He had a horse face with a huge hooked nose, thin lips, and wide-open eyes, some of which protruded from the eye sockets, giving people the feeling of being extremely excited at any time.

"psychic?"

Dean's eyelids began to twitch non-stop, and a faint ominous feeling enveloped his heart.

"Psychics are also called psychics. In Siberia, northern Asia, Alaska and other places, they are called shamans." Holden recalled the information he found, "They claim that they can communicate with the ghosts of the dead. Communication, they can ask ghosts to share information about their lives to assist the living."

"So psychics can see ghosts?" Dean wondered whether the psychic could see his killer weapon, "Shadows of the Past."

"It is said that they are born with special eyes and can see ghosts. They can also help ordinary people who are overwhelmed by grief to contact their dead relatives to seek psychological comfort."

When it came to the topic of occultism, Dean and Almi both kept silent tacitly,

Only Holden's voice echoed in the room.

"In the United States, there are always superstitious and ignorant people. No matter in the city or in the countryside, there are quite a few people who believe in psychics. Most of them are people who have lost their loved ones. They are eager to use the power of psychics to reconnect with their loved ones. .”

"There are also some fanatics who regard powerful psychics as a belief, and worship them as believers, imitate them, meditate and train, and look forward to the day when they can also master the power of talking to the dead."

"As for this Mr. Alexander Raphael, according to my investigation, he once channeled hundreds of customers, and because of his miraculous performance, he gained a group of believers. He is highly respected in the circle of spiritual mediums in the United States."

Holden stopped speaking, quietly waiting for the two listeners to digest the information.

……

"Holden, do you believe in the power of psychics?" Dean asked. He holds the "Shadow", so he naturally knows that there are supernatural powers in this world. He also wants to take this opportunity to find out what step the authorities have learned about this.

"Your FBI should have done a lot of research on these idealistic theories, right? Do you have any conclusions?"

Holden had a strange expression. On the bridge of his straight nose, those wise and calm eyes lost his composure and became hesitant and a little confused.

After a long time, I thought about it,
"There was once a department that specially invited a group of well-known psychics, gathered them together and conducted many psychic experiments in front of many media, but 90.00% of them were exposed on the spot. Their so-called psychic, but It is a farce supported by superb acting skills and a detailed investigation of the communication partner in advance."

"What about the other one percent?" Dean asked.

"It can't be explained, and I dare not jump to conclusions."

"You mean there are examples of successful psychics?" Dean said.

"No, with today's technological power, there is no way to expose their brilliant deception!" Compared to psychics, Holden obviously believes in science, "Now, don't discuss those superstitious things, let's get back to the point, this respected Monsieur Alexandre Raphael died in this house, and a very strange death."

Holden got up, turned around the sofa, and pointed to the dining table not far away.

"It is recorded in the case files that he died at the table with his neck broken."

"After he died, the murderer pulled out his eyes and took them away, leaving two bloody holes."

"It's a demon to commit such a heinous crime against an old man in his 60s," Alvin asked with a pale face. "Have you caught the murderer?"

Holden shook his head.
"Do you think the murderer might be..." Dean looked at the two with meaningful eyes.

"Impossible, Panon is not in good health, and he doesn't have the strength to twist people's necks at all."

Alvin is categorical,
"Although he is introverted, he has a good heart and will never hurt anyone!"

"Alvin is right." Holden agreed, "Pannon disappeared five years ago, and Alexander died two years ago. The time difference between the two cases is too far. According to my investigation, Pannon lived with Alexander. There is no apparent overlap in the

"The most important point is that the real murderer cleaned up all the traces of the scene and acted very professionally. The Henderson police can only draw a rough inference——Alexander's competitor in the psychic world hired a professional-level killer to attack killed him."

……

There was a moment of silence in the room.

The three of them unconsciously wondered whether there was some kind of connection between the two unresolved cases?

But there are too few clues so far, and no results can be drawn.

"One thing I don't understand," Dean asked, "is why Alexander, the psychic, shows up in an abandoned house in a run-down suburban suburb of Henderson. What's his purpose?"

"Who knows? Psychics are mysterious." Holden said jokingly, "Maybe he thinks this place is a treasured place of geomantic omen, suitable for meditation practice."

……

getaway paradise?

Alvin smiled wryly.

This place is full of his ups and downs growing up memories.

More than 20 years ago, my father died of illness on the bed,

My brother also disappeared here five years ago.

Two years ago, an uninvited psychic was murdered.

Yesterday, two blood gang killers were added to this house.

It's quite literally the land of doom.

……

At this time, Holden glanced under the table, and was suddenly attracted by the reddish-brown wooden box. Under the sunlight, it looked more delicate and mysterious, especially the blue pupil pattern, which seemed to be filled with charming magic. "Where did you find this antique?"

"In the attic, I feel that this thing is a bit evil." Dean's expression was solemn,
"Isn't it just a box, can't there be a lamp god and a devil?"

Holden took the wooden box outside the house and opened it under the sunlight, and an elegant light fragrance gushed out.

The glare of the sun revealed two strange things in the box——

Two planks stacked on top of each other.

One piece is rectangular, about the size of a chessboard, with YES, NO, and HELLO painted on the top, three bold English words.

All English letters are listed below.

At the bottom, ten numbers from 0-9 are drawn.

At first glance, this chessboard looks like some kind of children's educational toy.

But if you take a closer look, the background color of those letters and numbers is as white as ashes, which is creepy.

The other board is much smaller, palm-sized and teardrop-shaped, with a transparent glass panel embedded near its tip through which the other side can be clearly seen.

……

Holden took out the teardrop-shaped pad and stroked it, put it in front of his nose and sniffed,
"Made of sandalwood."

"What the hell is this thing?" Dean asked.

"Have you never played Halloween Adventure? Around Halloween, thrill-seeking teenagers will gather in remote abandoned houses and use this set of spirit boards to try to communicate with nearby ghosts."

"This checkerboard-shaped, letter-filled board with a large area is called a Ouija board."

"This small, teardrop-shaped board is called the Jiban."

"They are combined into a soul divination board."

Holden pressed the psychic board onto the Ouija board, letting the lens of the psychic board press the word "NO".

"Children sit in a closed secret room, summon ghosts, and ask each other various questions, and then the ghost will push the lens of the Ouija board to cover the numbers and letters on the Ouija board, and piece together its answer."

Dean suddenly,

He had seen this thing in movie scenes many times in his previous life.

But it really works?

Dean questioned Ying in his heart, but "Ying" did not respond.

Hall shook his head and continued with a smile,
"The essence of playing this game is 'scaring yourself'. The legends of summoning evil spirits are just made-up horror stories."

"But psychics like to use Ouija boards to magnify their own abilities. So...these two boards and the box should be the relics of the psychic Alexander Raphael who died in the house."

Disappointment appeared on Alvin's face when he heard this.

"Has Panon used to play soul divination?" Dean glanced at the progress of the system. After such a day of investigation, plus discussions related to psychics, the progress of the investigation has only increased from 15.00% to 20.00%, which is still far from the goal.

Alvin shook his head, "He's very timid, he never celebrates Halloween."

All three were silent.

Holden began to check the mahogany box repeatedly, trying to find the hidden mezzanine.

But nothing was found, so the Ouija board could only be put back in the box.

"In addition to this box, there is also a bed in the attic. Let's go check it again, this time get a few more flashlights."

……

In the narrow and dark attic, the bright light of three flashlights illuminated the dark bed.

"It's so heavy, is it made of cement?" Holden lifted the corner of the bed with his right hand, but his face turned red, and he couldn't lift it up at all.

And Dean wiped it cautiously, a compound of dust, hair and dander was picked up on the palm of his hand, and he frowned,
"Throw it here, buddy, I'll take it back and ask a friend to test it, and then compare it with the biological sample left by Alexander two years ago."

Holden took out a pair of tweezers and a test tube from his coat pocket, carefully clamped these residues into the test tube, capped it, and put it in a plastic bag.

"If nothing else, these residues should come from the psychic Alexander."

"The bed and the Ouija board created a cramped and dark space. After Panon disappeared, Alexander took this unowned house as his own."

Holden analyzed,

"I think he originally planned to settle in this attic for a long time, training psychic abilities day and night, but he was assassinated by accident."

"But it is not clear that he has any relationship with Panon at present."

Dean nodded, looked the other way,
"Alvin?"

"Alvin!"

"Ah! I'm here! I'm listening..." Alvin looked away from the black bed, and made a strange request, "Mr. Holden, can you take my blood back and compare it with this residue?" ?”

Dean suddenly felt that this guy was hiding something from him.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

And Holden nodded, took out a blood collection needle from his briefcase, handed it to Alvin, instructed him to take blood from the vein on the back of his hand, and quickly retrieved a bright red sample, put it in the briefcase,

"I will compare your blood, this remnant, and the sample left by Alexander before, and maybe I can find new clues. It's getting late now, let's go back to the hotel together, and come back tomorrow."

"I want to stay overnight."

Alvin's words surprised the two of them.

"You're not kidding, aren't you afraid of revenge from the Blood Gang?" Holden didn't understand.

"Didn't you say that you can't sleep well in this house?" Dean was equally puzzled.

"Sorry, I had to stay to confirm a thought..."

Alvin looked at the two pleadingly, his attitude was extremely firm,

Holden and Dean exchanged a look.

"Dean, you are very skilled, stay with Alvin and take good care of him."

"Okay...I'll sacrifice myself." Dean looked at Holden, "How long will it take for this test to produce results."

His mission time is only seven days.

It is worth mentioning that DNA testing in this world has developed a few years faster than the world in the previous life.

In 80, the relevant technologies in the previous world were still in their infancy, but this world has been relatively complete.

"I'll try to finish it tomorrow," Holden said. "I'll try to get the forensics guy to work overtime to help."

(End of this chapter)