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Fortunately, the man in front of him who claimed to be a psychic expert did not show a perfunctory look, but instead said with great interest:

"Became a different person? Ms. Susan, please continue."

Susan felt relieved and quickly confided, "My boyfriend Matthew and I have always had a good relationship. Although we have had arguments over the past few years, we have never had a big conflict. We even had the idea of ​​getting married, and it was Matthew who first proposed this idea."

Robb understood and said, "So you mean there is no emotional conflict between the two of you."

"Yes! That's it!" Susan nodded heavily, then her expression darkened and she said without hesitation,

"But I don't know why, one night a month ago, when he came home from work, I suddenly found that he had changed a lot during our conversations and sex. Whether it was the way he spoke, his habits at home, or even his movements in bed, they were all a little different from before. It was like... like he was wearing Matthew's coat, but he was a different person inside."

At this point, Susan shuddered.

A shapeshifter?

The first thing Robb thought of was this legendary monster.

In the historical records of witches, there are indeed several cases of shapeshifters.

Of course, it is not appropriate to draw conclusions now as to the truth.

After all, there are many cases where women talk nonsense when they are emotionally frustrated.

No matter what, Robb still listened to Susan's story carefully with an attitude of belief.

Susan had come back to her senses by then. She looked at Robb, who was still listening attentively, with gratitude, and quickly organized her words before continuing:

"I didn't think much of it at the time. I just thought Matthew was too tired from work. I tried to explain it to myself. But in the following days, more and more facts became clear and I couldn't cover them up."

"Finally, I confronted him and asked him if anything had happened during this period. Matthew just laughed it off and thought I was imagining things. As a result, he broke up with me the next day. He never talked to me again after that."

Susan's story ends here.

Afterwards, she could not hide her confusion, loss, panic and exhaustion on her face.

Robb combed through it.

In general, it is a story about a woman who thinks her boyfriend has a drastic change in personality and is forced to break up with him. She is unwilling to accept what has happened and suspects that something is wrong with her boyfriend.

Just looking at the text, most people would think that all this is just a woman's fantasy after suffering emotional setbacks.

But Robb, who witnessed the woman's words and actions with his own eyes, didn't think so.

The other party seems to be sincere in what he says.

He just couldn't believe that after meeting someone with superb acting skills like Colin, he would meet another one in such a short period of time!

I am just an unknown detective, why would such a talented person target me so much?

Robb looked at Susan and asked, "So, Ms. Susan, what is the purpose of your visit today?"

Susan took a deep breath and said seriously, "Mr. Robb, I would like to ask you to investigate Matthew. If there is really nothing wrong with him, then I will give up. If he has been affected by something... I don't know, then... then..."

"Then kill that thing and restore Matthew to normal." Robb continued.

"Yes! That's right!" Susan's eyes suddenly lit up. "Mr. Robb, do you believe that there are supernatural things in this world...like what they say in the movies...those unusual things?"

"Of course! Otherwise I wouldn't have opened this paranormal agency." Robb pointed at himself and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm a professional in the paranormal."

"That's good! That's good!"

In the past, Susan, who has received a good education, would have definitely sneered at someone like Robb who claims to be a supernatural being and talks nonsense.

But now, having experienced the bizarre thing herself, she quickly changed her mind. She no longer cared whether the other party had any real evidence or not, and she would hold on to any straw she could see.

She was very lucky. She did not meet one of the psychics out there, eight or nine out of ten of which were fake, but instead met the real Robb.

Of course, fees still need to be charged.

Unlike going straight to exterminate ghosts, this time there is also an investigation task involved, which takes more time and energy, so naturally the cost will be higher.

Susan, who had a stable, high-paying job, didn't lack the money, so she delivered the goods without even bargaining, hoping that Robb would act as soon as possible.

It's only natural to get things done for money.

Robb didn't delay any further and quickly asked for all the information about Matthew.

Susan told him everything: "Matthew is a real estate and will execution lawyer. He usually lives in..."

……

Metcheri, New Orleans.

According to the clues given by Susan, it was already dusk when Robb drove here.

Robb parked the car on the side of the road and looked to the left. There was a two-story house, which was the residence of Matthew, the target this time.

The other party had returned by then and was walking out of the house carrying a large bag of garbage.

Rob first looked at the photo of Matthew sent by Susan on his mobile phone. After confirming that it was correct, he turned on his psychic vision and took a look at the other party.

It is undoubtedly a living human being.

But this does not mean that all suspicions from the other party have been eliminated.

After all, clairvoyance can only see things that normal people cannot see, which does not mean that it is a divine eye that can see through everything.

It's not the right time for me to come.

I originally planned to sneak into the house and see if there were any clues inside.

But the owner of the house was at home.

Not only that, the community here seemed to be celebrating some unique community festival. Many homeowners had come to the lawn with all kinds of food, and they were coming and going, starting a lively open-air party.

Today is not a good time to take action.

Robb took a last look at Matthew who was talking enthusiastically with his neighbor. In order not to alert the enemy, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away quickly.

It was getting late, so Robb didn't think about going back. Instead, he went to a nearby jazz bar and planned to take a rest.

Although due to the return of the young witches and the work at the agency, he hadn't been to a nightclub to listen to music for a while.

But the memory of how he earned the title of nightclub prince in a short period of time remains.

Soon, his memories were awakened and he felt like a fish in water here.

Midway through, the conversation between the two girls caught his attention.

"Soaked organs, strange records, parchment with magical rituals written on it... Whatever it is, it's definitely not an ordinary attic."

"The owner said that the attic had been locked since they moved in. There must be something wrong!"

Chapter 91 Chapter Katrin

Intense jazz music echoed in the nightclub.

Next to Robb, a blonde was drinking a glass of wine while telling her companion the story of her adventure in discovering a mysterious attic loud enough for Robb to easily hear.

The blonde's companion, a black girl, listened and pointed out with certainty: "You found a 'voodoo' room."

"What?" the blonde asked confused.

The black girl explained: "Voodoo is a religion. Slaves from Africa brought voodoo to Haiti. They worship God and there is hell and heaven. They all know witchcraft, which is magic."

"magic?"

"Yes. The attic you found was most likely left behind by former voodoo practitioners. This is normal. There are many voodoo worshippers here. You know, New Orleans is the base of voodoo."

Not anymore.

Robb laughed in his heart as he listened to the two women chatting.

The voodoo cult in New Orleans has been devastated, and the voodoo queen has fled. There is no longer any base camp.

Seriously speaking, he made a great contribution by killing many genuine voodoo wizards.

Robb finished the wine in his glass, signaled the bartender to continue pouring, and then took the time to look at the two women.

It's normal for black girls to know a lot about voodoo.

After all, voodoo has a profound influence on her ethnic group, and this is New Orleans, where almost every black person knows a little about it.

Since he wasn't a true believer, Robb didn't care about him.

As for the mysterious attic that the blonde mentioned.

Given the superstitious nature of the people here, there are basically some mysterious things hidden in the corners of every old house. These are the "mysterious" items that enthusiasts have collected blindly.

In fact, they are all wholesale products.

It seems to be very genuine, just to fool the uninformed people.

A batch of similar things came into Robb's office.

He is very familiar with this route.

Overall, this is the story of two young women's first exploration of the so-called "mystery".

Robb shook his head.

Aside, the conversation between the two young women continued.

The blonde asked if it would be dangerous.

The black girl consoled him, “Listen, voodoo is actually harmless.”

"No harm?"

"Yes, it's all psychological stuff, and probably a lot of material. If you don't believe it, it can't hurt you."

"That's not necessarily the case."

A voice suddenly interrupted, it was Robb.

Although he had no interest in the topic the two women were discussing, he suddenly realized that the blonde was still very beautiful.

In order to prevent the other party from being led into a trap by his companions, he came to the two women and explained: "Voodoo is real and can cause harm. As for saying that it is harmless, it is only because you don't believe it that it can't cause harm. It is mostly the actions of scammers or crappy wizards that spread this situation."

Any religion, over the years and through word of mouth by many people, will produce all kinds of strange and unrelated knowledge.

There are very few real wizards, but there are countless people who cheat people under the banner of wizards, or those who are poorly qualified and only know one or two tricks.

There is strength in numbers.

Over time, the latter became an authority among ordinary people.

Therefore, a rumor began to spread that witchcraft will not hurt people as long as they do not believe in it.

If that were true, then those voodoo cultists who died under Robb's knife would be nothing.

What is a voodoo queen?

"Of course, some very advanced witchcraft has many restrictions in order to be successfully performed. Perhaps believing in witchcraft is one of them." In order to avoid generalizing, Robb added one more sentence.

Then he introduced himself: "Nice to meet you, my name is Robb."

The blonde and the black girl looked at each other, then said:

"Katrin."

"Jill."

After the two girls introduced themselves, the blonde Catelyn couldn't wait to ask, "Robb, is what you just said true? How can you be so sure about voodoo?"

Robb smiled, "Because I know a real voodoo wizard."

"seriously?"

"One hundred percent. You know, that's what I do."

Katrin was immediately interested: "What do you do for a living?"

Robb explained openly, "A psychic detective. You can also think of me as a medium or an exorcist. My psychic agency is in New Orleans."

"Are there really such things as ghosts and demons?" Jill asked in surprise.

Although she knows a lot about voodoo, it is mostly just what she learned from her family.

Like many people today, she doesn't really believe in voodoo or anything like that, let alone ghosts.

Robb didn't care and went straight to telling the story of the poor female ghost who had suffered domestic violence.

America does not believe in feudal superstition. People here recognize the existence of God, and the legends of various monsters and demons are so numerous that people's ears are callused.