Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

And the next day, she heard even more horrifying words - in the early morning, the old couple were basking in the sun in the garden, Caroline was holding a teapot, and the lush plants blocked her figure.

Then she heard Mrs. Devereux's strange and aggressive questioning.

'Where are you going?'

'Um? '

"Isn't it time to accept your fate now?"

The boiling pot wall.

Scary words.

Chapter 5 Witchcraft

It was clear why Caroline resigned from the nursing home.

I didn't expect that in such a rural area, a seemingly loving couple would have such a despicable side.

"You don't feel..."

"He's asking you for help?"

Luke, dressed neatly in a suit, pushed the door open and walked in. "Please, as long as you don't quit, he can ask anyone for help - otherwise I'll have to start looking for someone again. It's not easy to find a kind-hearted caregiver these days."

Caroline made an appointment with Luke alone today at the side entrance gate of the secondary construction area.

Mrs. Devereux doesn't come here very often.

"Close the door, Luke. I want to show you something." Caroline looked at the man seriously as he locked the door. She then carefully opened her schoolbag and unfolded the white cloth to show him.

"Um…"

There was nothing on the cloth.

"So, you found out?"

"I discovered..."

"He had a wet dream?"

"Luke." She turned the sheets over and over, but there was nothing. Caroline began to get anxious: "You have to trust me, Luke."

The man pushed the table and leaned back, his leather shoes on top of each other: “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Caroline moved closer and lowered her voice: "Do you feel that Ben is telling us..."

"Help."

"to me?"

Caroline nodded: "Use your eyes, or...your actions."

Luke was about to say something when the door was pushed open.

Mrs. De stood at the door, looking at the two people who were very close to each other, with an expression... teasing?

"Wow...the kids got to know each other so quickly?"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Luke winked at Caroline, stood up and chased after her like a playboy, putting his hand on her shoulder with a grin on his face: "Violet, you know you are the only woman in my life." Caroline wondered if all real estate lawyers were so talkative?

"I don't know, take your dirty hands away."

"Okay, okay, but shouldn't we talk about the real business of estate disposal? About Mr. Ben?"

The old woman glared at him: "If you're not busy with 'other things'."

…………

……

Caroline felt like Ben was asking her for help.

He 'fell' in the attic a month ago and became completely paralyzed.

attic…

That slamming door.

What's there?

What is Mrs. Devereux hiding?

Did she...really love Mr. Ben as she and Luke saw?

Seeing an opportunity, she opened the door.

The door concealed by the fireplace and shelves.

in…

It seems like a relic from another world.

The walls, the floor, and the ceiling were all engraved with words she couldn't understand, and square and circular patterns that sounded like spells. She saw the skulls of dried animals, embryos soaked in glass jars, and dolls made of cloth and densely stitched together, abandoned in the corner.

There is also a red book.

I opened a page and it read:

'lime', 'sulphur', 'blood', 'hair';

A strange circular pattern with a name at the bottom.

"Supreme Protection Spell"

Next to the red book was a ring, made of pure silver, with three snake heads inlaid with three red gems in sequence.

Finally, she found a vinyl record.

'Sacrifice'

Sacrifice.

That's what it says on the cover.

Dormitory, modern record player.

The rocker arm dropped automatically, and the long needle tapped the record - it couldn't be called a song, but rather like a spell, recorded on an aging record.

'The time has come, Lord.'

'From the dry dust...'

'From these chains...'

'From the devil's house.'

The intermittent strange chanting made Caroline feel uncomfortable.

'The time has come, Lord.'

'Take me away...'

'Leave this dry dust, free me from these chains, and take me out of the devil's house.'

'Take me out of the darkness.'

'Take me out of my ignorance.'

'Relieve me from my sorrow.'

'Redeem me from the curse.'

'Now, Lord...'

'Take me away from the dry dust, from these--'

"Caroline?"

The black best friend was standing behind the sofa with a serious face.

Caroline was startled and pointed at the record player awkwardly: "...a local band."

"Caroline."

Her best friend ignored her attempt to cover up, walked around the sofa, sat close to her, and put her arm around her shoulders.

"You look haggard, what happened?"

The bestie ruffled her blonde hair and held the girl against her shoulders. "What happened? You weren't like this a while ago. Tell me about it?"

Caroline can talk about almost anything with her best friend.

and so…

"So you saw witchcraft items?" The black bestie poured her a cup of steaming milk: "In the attic?"

Caroline was puzzled: "Witchcraft?"

"Ahaha... just some folk gadgets."

"Voodoo?"

"No, no, it's different. Witchcraft is a form of magic."

Caroline listened more and more confused, frowning as she held the glass of milk: "Are you sure you're not high, Jill?"

The black girl named Jill rolled her eyes. "My aunt was obsessed with these things and would often go to a store to 'shop' for them - ahem, the kind you think they are. In fact, I heard from my mom that some people still used them in the early days."

"…magic?"

"Something like that." Jill shrugged. "'Magic' that does little harm."

"How small?"

"It's so small...if you don't believe it, it can't hurt you."

If you don’t believe... you can’t hurt me?

"That's right." Her best friend pushed her arm, signaling her not to just hold the milk. "The origin of witchcraft is very ancient. Every place has different names for it and uses it in different ways. Anyway, it's all superstition. My mother told me that it's best not to be curious about those things. They have no practical effect, but will expose my soul to the eyes of bad people... Caroline?"

Caroline fell into deep thought.

"Caroline, listen, I don't know how you came up with the idea that a wife murdered her husband. From what you said, the woman was very old. What did she gain by killing her husband?"

get…

Sacrifice.

Some things gradually became clear in Caroline's mind.

"Caroline?"

"Jill." Caroline sat up straight and pressed her best friend's shoulder: "Where is that store?"

The girl stared at her for a long moment.

"...Are you serious?"

The black girl started to get mad: "God, you are a modern person, modern, go to bars, drink, occasionally date-"

"I do not have."

"Okay, even if you don't admit it. Listen to me, you really need to stay away from those weird things. If you behave yourself, I will introduce you to a sweetheart with big breasts and a nice butt in two days."

Caroline…she didn't really want to talk about this topic right now.

Ben, that old man's pleading look...

It was always on her mind.

How long can he hold on?

She had to help him.

"I'm really impressed by you." The black girl stood up with a sad face and started to put on her coat: "Let me make it clear first, I will never go in."

"You are so beautiful today."

Caroline blew her bestie a kiss.