Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 51. 51. Try Summoning
Alvin looked out the window, and the rainstorm stopped unknowingly, the sky was as clear as a pool of spring water, washing away the sadness and hesitation in his heart,
"Do you still think that Pannon killed Alexander?"

"Not sure, although in your story just now, Panon did not have any violent acts, nor did it involve the field of psychics." Dean took a sip of Coca-Cola and moistened his throat, "But you haven't met for 28 years, time is a huge gap." variable."

"Then how do we find someone? Do you have any idea? As long as you help me find Panon, I will go back and be a witness."

Alvin asked.

Holden thought for a while,

"The possibility of finding Panon directly is very slim, we can only start with Alexander."

"There is some kind of connection between Panon and Alexander. According to common sense, they should have communicated in private before. So I plan to go to Alexander's old house, the house where his relatives live now, to find evidence and clues."

"Have you investigated Alexander's family?" Dean asked.

"Understood, he has a son who lives in Sparks County, Nevada, but has little connection with the psychic circle, just an ordinary person."

"Will this work?" Alvin asked.
"There's no guarantee, buddy. You have to understand that these two cases are old cases, and the 'turnover rate' is extremely low." Holden said helplessly, "It takes a lot of luck to make them come to light."

"But I can't wait."

Alvin clenched his fist.

Dean glanced at the progress of the system, and after listening to Alvin's narration, the investigation progress reached 40.00%.

There is only half of the task time left, and he can't wait too long.

The step-by-step, step-by-step investigation method like a cop is obviously not suitable for him, he must take a "shortcut".

"Holden, why bother looking far away? Even the IRS can't find Parnon, so the scientific method you're talking about probably won't work."

"And Alexander died tragically in this house. Why don't we put aside all other complicated factors and directly use the Ouija board to summon Alexander's ghost, and take advantage of the opportunity to ask Panon's clues from it!"

Dean took out the soul divination board from the wooden box and put it on the table.
"Let's hold a psychic ceremony!"

Huhu——

The howling cold wind passed through the window and slapped the faces of the three of them.

The cry of crows could be heard faintly outside the house.

"When I heard you make up those ridiculous stories before, I didn't realize that you were so superstitious." Holden shook his head slightly disappointed. "It's not Halloween, and I don't have time to play psychic games with you."

"I didn't realize you were so pedantic before." Dean looked at Holden equally disappointed. "I thought you were different from the general FBI and COP and could accept fresh ideas, so I agreed to cooperate with you."

Holden raised his eyebrows, pulled the black tie around his neck, and forced a smile on his face,
"Give it a go, then, but I'm ready to appreciate the shock and disappointment on your face and teach you a good lesson - trust the science and don't indulge in mysteries. What do you think, Alvin?"

Alvin took a deep breath and nodded.

……

Psychicism is a profound knowledge.

The three knew little about it, and could only buy a few candles and a Halloween psychic book for teenagers at a nearby supermarket.

Dean and Alvin closed all the windows and drew the drapes to make sure that no natural light came into the house.

The whole hall was as dark as a tomb.

Then light the candles and place them on the four corners of the tea table, surrounding the overlapping spirit boards in the center, with the Ouija board on the bottom and the Ouija board on the top. The dim candlelight clearly illuminates the letters and numbers on the Ouija board.

But about three or four meters away from the Ouija board, it was too dark to see clearly.

Half of the faces of the three people were dimly illuminated by the candlelight, while the other half loomed in the darkness.

Observing from Dean's angle, Holden and Alvin on the opposite side of the sofa seemed to be grinning strangely,
"Are you ready, two, two blood killers died in this house a few days ago, and his ghost will probably hate us."

"What do you want to prove? If there really are those unscientific ones." Holden shook his head, "Then just capture them and hand them over to the state."

"Let's start then?" Alvin couldn't wait to open the psychic manual, and recited word by word, "One finger for each person, whichever one is fine, put it on the teardrop-shaped plank, and press it gently."

The three followed suit.

"Then I will push the shackle board hard and circle around the main board. Don't push too hard."

The teardrop-shaped blade of Dean's mover slid across the smooth main board, and it felt strange. Dean inexplicably got an idea in his mind-like holding a rag to clean the body of the dead.

"Holden, come and push around."

"Dean."

"OK."

"Now, we start calling."

Alvin was a little nervous, his face turned slightly pale, and his fingers holding the Ouija board trembled.

Taking a deep breath, staring at the void, said loudly,

"Friends get together, sincerely."

"The soul approaches, we call you."

"Alexander Rafael, respected psychic master, I, Alvin Garcia, beg you to show up and give me some guidance." Alvin's hoarse voice echoed throughout the lobby on the first floor,
The three of them held the Ouija board tightly with their fingers, but twisted their necks in unison, trying to look around, trying to see the abnormal movement around them with their naked eyes.

Huhu——

Even though the windows were closed, a gust of wind blew in from the darkness, like corpses crawling out of the tomb, it came up behind them, aimed at the back of their necks, stuck out their tongues, exhaled putrid and cold air, blowing Dean The whole body is cold and the hairs stand on end.

The candles at the four corners of the coffee table flickered, and the shadows cast by the three on the wall were also suddenly stretched and straightened.

It was as if an invisible creature was tearing at their shadows.

At the same time, Dean had a subtle sense of spatial disarray.

Quiet, in a dark space.

A pair of eyes appeared, hiding by the door frame, watching them while dragging their shadows.

It is separated by a layer of tulle, behind another layer of borderline.

Observe their every move.

Tongue out, licking lips.

Drool tick tock.

Dean's scalp was numb and he couldn't help holding his breath.

But suddenly, the breeze disappears.

Some force pulled it back.

The shadow on the wall returned to normal.

The huge and terrifying pressure hanging over Dean's head disappeared at the same time.

The whole room returned to calm, so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Dean relaxed his body, stretched out his hand to touch it, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The two around them breathed out in relief.

After another half a minute, the Ouija board did not move at all.

There are no so-called ghosts and spirits pushing the Ouija board to piece together words.

"Master Alexander, are you in the house? Please let us know about you." Alvin continued to call unwillingly, "If you show up and tell me the whereabouts of Panon, I swear to catch your murderer for you!"

no response.

Ouija boards and ghost boards are as quiet as sculptures.

A chuckle sounded in the dark space.

Holden crossed his arms and looked at Dean,

"I'm not surprised at all that hundreds of so-called psychics have been exposed by the public and the media as a hoax."

"Dean, you are still too young, your thinking jumps too much, you confuse psychological hints with reality, and you believe rumors."

"Don't be impatient, Alvin, try to summon Panon." Dean was still calm,
"Pannon just disappeared, how could he summon his ghost!" Alvin stressed with his neck bent.

"I know, just give it a try."

"Are you still not giving up?"

……

Next, the three of them took turns trying to recite the ritual prayers, summoning Alexander and Panon.

It's a pity that no ghost responded to them from the beginning to the end.

……

"Satisfied now, it's time to give up and get back on track." Holden stared at the thoughtful Dean, went straight to the window, opened the curtains, let the light outside the house dispel the gloom and darkness, and then blew The candles were extinguished.

"As I said, so-called psychics are a waste of time. Why don't you just drive me to Sparks County to investigate if you have the spare time?"

……

"This plank obviously has a strange power."

Dean grabbed the drop-shaped tablet and put it in front of his eyes.

He could still clearly feel the emotion of fear and longing conveyed by "Shadow", he mused,

"The failure of the psychic ceremony is our own fault."

"Our reason?" Alvin frowned, "What do you think?"

"One possibility is that none of the three of us has any psychic talent and can't call ghosts."

"The second possibility is that there is a huge problem with the summoning steps in the Halloween manual, some key steps, materials are wrong or missing."

Dean turned to look at the helpless Holden,

"We need to consult a senior psychic, or an expert in this field. It is best to communicate with Alexander Raphael. This depends on your information channel."

Holden was silent.

Dean got up, his eyes fixed.

"It is necessary to visit an expert. On the one hand, we can learn about Alexander's personal information from him, and on the other hand, we can also learn about the real and detailed psychic rituals. Based on this analysis, Alexander once did some things in the attic. What?"

"These actions of his may have something to do with Panon."

"I'm not doing this just for a Halloween psychic game."

Holden turned around the hall, looking at Dean's face,

"I asked you to assist me, but you took me as an assistant and gave orders. What gave you such confidence and confidence,"

What gave me confidence?

Dean reflected on himself. When he first awakened his superpowers, he was closely connected with supernatural things.

Now he felt that he was about to uncover the real corner of the world hidden under the iceberg from the psychic ritual, and he could never give up halfway.

"This is not an order, man, this is a request from my partner." Dean looked at the other party and said directly, "And I am a rookie, and I need your help even more."

Holden rubbed his short black hair helplessly,
"It's also fortunate that I can tolerate the waywardness of young people. If you change to a hot-tempered FBI, you will be sent back to the bureau early, and you will be driven around Las Vegas all day to patrol."

"Ok, I accept your criticism humbly." Dean nodded, "Then an expert?"

"For the sake of you being a talented person, I will use my relationship to help you find an expert as soon as possible. There will be news tomorrow."

Holden made his decision beyond doubt,

"But this time the troops are divided into two groups. I will not act with you. I will sort out the information and go to Sparks to visit Alexander's old house."

"You go to a psychic."

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