World War I

Chapter 135 Mysterious Corner
In the police station, Luo Ye drank tea and thought about what had just happened.

“There are too many Russian scammers.”

"Who offended you, Chief Luo?"

Luo Ye invited the doctor to have tea, and when the cup was filled with tea, he said.

"Do you believe in psychics, Doctor?"

"No, I only believe in science, but I occasionally study the supernatural. Don't you think that Product One's strength is related to dark abilities?"

"It's a bit weird. Have you ever seen a deck of tarot cards with three emperors?"

"That's not there."

Luo Ye recounted what happened in the psychic shop, and the doctor laughed and said, "Maybe the witch made a mistake, or maybe it was a gimmick."

"No, she's the only psychic shop on that street. She claims to be forty-eight years old, but she looks like a young girl. Her name is Segura."

Chris is boiling water in an electric kettle.

"Sheriff, Segura is the champion of this year's Psychic Battle! You can't call someone a liar."

Luo Ye laughed strangely.

The Doctor and Chris both understood.

"She must have cheated to win the championship, I bet."

Chris was not convinced, and Turgenev came in excitedly.

"Give me the money now!"

"What money?"

"Avgas, check it out."

In the yard of the police station, there was a truck parked with the back of the truck filled with old metal gasoline barrels.

Luo Ye counted them and found there were twenty in total.

"Comrade Colonel, you really want to take the helicopter for yourself. How reckless!"

"You said so. Give me the money. This is Boss Murati Mena. Here are the others. Help unload the goods."

The aviation gasoline has been pulled back. Turgenev acted without authorization and Luo Ye paid the bill.

Chris said to the gasoline merchant, "Please follow me."

"The price is according to what the SWAT captain said."

"No problem, Mr. Murat Mena. You're such a smart guy, so good at business. Few people dare to do business with the police from the Kursk Town Police Department."

It was not yet time for lunch and the police officers who were out on business had not returned. Turgenev and Luo Ye took matters into their own hands, using a piece of wood to unload the gasoline barrel and moved it into a room in the police station where machinery and sundries were stored.

Each gasoline barrel weighs several hundred pounds, but that is no problem in front of Turgenev.

The gasoline merchant took the money, drove away happily, and told Turgenev that if he needed gasoline in the future, he could come to him, as the gasoline was of high quality and reasonably priced.

The Doctor: "I think Director Knuckles would agree. This helicopter would be great for catching mammoths."

"Let's go early tomorrow morning! What do you think, Chief Luo?"

"Then let's do it."

At eight o'clock, a man from the town's telecommunications company came. He was invited by Luo Ye.

"Is this true? Can it be used now?"

"It works now, but the signal is extremely poor and intermittent. I can't figure out what's going on."

For the sake of the police, the telecom worker went to the police station after get off work. He took Luo Ye's phone apart and checked the SIM card and battery.

"It's okay, it's normal. Your location on Tongling Street is fully covered by the signal, so there won't be any problems."

“But why can’t I answer the phone?”

The staff member was also confused about the situation and said, "Let's observe it for a while. Call me if anything happens."

"No, I need to change my phone. Did you bring the new one?"

The staff directly helped him replace his mobile phone, and Luo Ye used the new phone.

After the people from the telecommunications bureau left, the doctor laughed and said, "You really are a guy who gets bored easily. Your old phone is still very new."

"You don't understand, Doctor."

Luo Ye suspected that his inability to answer the phone was related to the space conversion.

Is it that when the task is approaching acceptance, the space will fluctuate, so the phone cannot be answered?

Every time Luo Ye thought of the sudden fog when he and Irina were escaping, he would doubt the strange function of space conversion. To this day, Luo Ye is more and more convinced that the fog must have been caused by Brother Ying.

What he lacked was evidence. Late at night, lying in bed, he recalled the witch Segura's expression when she saw the Three Emperors cards.

Looking back now, it seems that she didn't know that such a situation would happen. There was nothing wrong with the tarot cards. It was Luo Ye's cutting of the cards that caused the problem.

He took out a brand new deck of tarot cards from the box. This deck was bought by Luo Ye with Chris.

Chris opened the bedroom door after taking a shower and smelled fragrant.

"Mighty man, why don't you look at me?"

She leaned against the door, looking very charming.

"Let's play a game."

"You deserve to go to hell!"

Chris reluctantly became Luo Ye's game object.

"You are a witch, temporary, and I am your client. I cut the cards, three-"

Luo Ye was so serious that Chris became interested.

Half wrapped in a white bath towel, she acted as a witch.

"Kill you, curse you, you fickle bastard! Draw the cards."

No matter how Luo Ye drew, he could never draw three identical cards.

"What the hell, is this my problem or that witch's problem?"

"That's impossible. Segura has no reason to play tricks on you. She's a very steady witch. Otherwise, how could she possibly help the police solve a homicide case? She wouldn't play tricks on the police. She wouldn't dare. Isn't she afraid of going to the holding cell?"

Luo Ye put the tarot cards away and put them back into the box.

"The work is done."

Chris pulled off her towel and rushed over, knocking him down.

"You look really mean when you're stunned!"

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In the dim wooden building, a gas lamp made a crackling sound.

The witch Iro Segura sat in front of the old black square table, staring at the flames in a daze.

She wiped the broken bronze mirror clean, and she didn't know how many times she had wiped it.

Should I do this?

She didn't know how many times she had asked this question.

There were footsteps outside the wooden building.

Segura's wooden house was built in the forest south of the town. It was once used as a temporary prison to detain escaped soldiers during World War II. The execution ground was not far away, just a hundred meters away.

Her father was an executioner, and after World War II, the house belonged to her father.

After her father passed away, the house was passed to Segura, who is the only living thing in the house.

There is no electricity here, but Segura is used to it. She likes to hang out in the secluded wooden house.

The only person who could cross the dense forest and come to the cabin at this time could only be the tomb robber White Bear.

Da-da-da—da-da.

Three long beeps and two short beeps, this is the secret code agreed upon by the two.

Segura opened the door and the tall figure of the white-haired bear walked in, making the wooden house suddenly seem narrow.

"You look very bad, what happened?"

"That woman wants to kill me! I've asked the Kursk town police for protection."

"what!"

Segura exclaimed in surprise, her voice instantly becoming deeper.

"So, don't count on the potion. I didn't get it. He took advantage of the opportunity when I went to get it. If I hadn't been prepared, I wouldn't be able to see you."

On the wall on the left side of the wooden house, there is a row of black cow skulls hanging.

There was a faint black mist swirling inside the cow skull.

"Congratulations on winning this year's Russian Psychic Champion. The potion's effects are truly bizarre. Did you get your prize?"

"The bonus is bullshit."

(End of this chapter)