People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

A pleasant fragrance filled the air.

There was no scene of ransacking; instead, the place was even cleaner and tidier than before he left.

"Patty?! You're back?"

Suren was somewhat surprised. It wasn't the weekend, and the other person should still be at school or in their apartment.

On the sofa, Patty had her arm around a blonde girl wearing a floral dress.

The girl had gentle features and light freckles on her cheeks, which added to her clean and delicate appearance.

Hearing the door being kicked, she instinctively shrank back, like a startled quail, and hid in Patty's arms.

Patty patted the girl's back to comfort her while angrily raising her head.

Upon recognizing Su Lun, she glared at her with her eyebrows raised, asking, "Why do you have to kick down the door when you're in your own home? And besides, I called you so many times, but it was always out of service!"

"If you're just carrying a phone around for decoration, you might as well throw it away! You made me worry for nothing!"

"Cough cough, I thought a thief had broken into the house."

"That's what Suren said."

This is really not his fault.

On the one hand, he was on the road most of the time, and there was often no signal on the highway.

On the other hand, he would throw his phone into Silent Hill to prevent it from being damaged or lost in the battle.

If he breaks it, he'll have to buy a new one, and he doesn't want to waste that money.

Before Patty could speak again, he looked at the blonde girl in front of him and asked, "And who is this?"

"Carrie, the friend I mentioned to you before."

Patty rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and snorted.

"Oh? The one we were supposed to go to the movies with?"

Suren nodded. Before they went to the orphanage, Patty had mentioned that she and Carrie would go see the movie "Scary Movie".

He placed the pizza in front of them, looked at Carrie, and teased her.

"What? Did you encounter a ghost in the movie theater?"

Patty nodded: "Yes, we met them."

Before she could finish speaking, she seemed to remember something and shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, I didn't encounter it."

Suren sighed and facepalmed. "What are you doing here?"

Carrie, standing to the side, rubbed the hem of her skirt, lowered her head, and added softly, "It's...it's a ghost disguised as a person."

Patty clapped her hands: "Yes! That's exactly what I wanted to say!"

Suren sensed something was wrong and asked, "And then?"

Patty sighed, looking speechless.

"There was some clueless idiot who, in order to play a prank and get attention, deliberately hid in the women's restroom, dressed up as a ghost, and jumped out to scare people."

"Carrie was timid to begin with, and then there were some of her experiences in high school..."

"She was so frightened that she lost control of her emotions, and then that idiot—"

At this point, Patty raised her hand and made a gesture of fireworks exploding.

"Bang!"

Suren was stunned for a moment, and an image of someone being crushed on the spot by telekinesis flashed through her mind.

He looked at the trembling girl on the sofa.

The other person's appearance is very deceptive; she looks like a well-behaved girl who would feel guilty for half a day if she accidentally stepped on an ant.

But beneath this delicate exterior lies a terrifying power.

"and then?"

He continued, asking, "Patty is waiting here; there must be something else that hasn't been resolved."

"I was worried that the police might do something to her, so I paid money to bail her out."

Patty said, "But given the horrific scene and Carrie's special abilities, I was afraid she would be targeted by some malicious people. That's why I brought her back to the agency."

"The most disgusting thing is..."

"That idiot's family is also clinging to the issue. It was clearly their child who hid in the women's restroom to peep and scare people. I have already given them a sum of compensation in private."

"They took the money, but they were still insatiable and wanted even more!"

She grew increasingly agitated as she spoke, then pulled a black card from her bag, slammed it on the table, and declared boldly, "I'll take care of them! I'll cover all the compensation and my troubles!"

Suren rubbed his temples.

This is a witch with telekinesis. These idiots, of all people to mess with, they had to go and scare her.

He looked at the pale, frightened face and recalled the girl's memories.

Carrie was tormented by her religious mother from childhood.

This distorted education, characterized by physical and verbal abuse, and even confinement to a dark room at the slightest disagreement, fostered in her an inferiority complex, timidity, and a tendency to please others.

This personality trait made her a target of bullying among her peers at school.

Long-term repression and pain awakened the power in her bloodline—telekinesis.

Later, at the high school graduation dance, her boyfriend, who was just playing along, was accidentally killed by a prank played by a classmate.

Her heart, which had been rekindled by the other person, was extinguished by a basin of pig's blood that had been prepared beforehand.

Consumed by rage, Carrie unleashed her telekinetic powers, tearing apart everyone who had mocked her.

Telekinesis...

Suren sighed inwardly.

This bug-level ability seems to have no side effects when used by the opponent.

The main idea is that the greater the anger in one's heart, the greater the destruction one can cause; this is very idealistic.

Sometimes he really couldn't understand what the people here ate to grow up.

They're always talking about telekinesis with no side effects, or being cursed to achieve immortality...

but……

If we can clean up this mess, maybe we can get Carrie to work for us?

With this kind of ability, why bother going to school? Don't let school ruin your future.

However, given the other party's cowardly nature, it will take some effort to properly train them later.

Suren smiled slightly at Carrie, discreetly slipped the black card into her pocket, and said gently:

"Leave it to me."

……

The following morning, Los Santos Police Department.

The morning news was playing on the screen above the lobby.

"...The dense fog in Maine dissipated the day before yesterday..."

"This blockade is a large-scale live-fire biological and chemical military exercise."

"During the exercise, some civilian property was damaged due to operational errors by new recruits. The military expressed regret and will initiate appropriate compensation procedures..."

Suren lowered her head, forcing a smile from the corner of her mouth.

A biological warfare drill? How could they even come up with something like that...?

"How could I possibly kill my own lover?! We're getting married next month..."

A heated argument came from an interrogation room, attracting Suren's attention.

The blinds in the interrogation room weren't fully closed, and through the gaps, Suren could see a man handcuffed to a table, his eyes bloodshot.

"Sulen? What a rare guest."

A steaming cup of coffee was handed to me.

The man who arrived was a white police detective with an M-shaped hairline.

John McLean, a seasoned veteran of the Los Santos Police Department.

Suren usually dealt with the scumbags she picked up on the street, and most of them were handed over to this person; the two had a fairly good relationship.

McLean handed Suren a cup of coffee and gestured towards the interrogation room with his lip.

"This guy's wife died at home, and no third person's fingerprints were found at the crime scene."

He took a sip of black coffee, clicked his tongue, and said, "So? Interested in taking over the investigation?"

Suren took the coffee, glanced at the other person's puffy eyes and dark circles, and teased:

"I'm more concerned about your complexion than the case."

"At your age, you should go to high-heel clubs less often, or your body won't be able to handle it."