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"Have the police on standby in the car."

Getting out of the car, Amanda looked at the wooden house in front of her and the dead tree in the center of the yard, all of which were exactly the same as what she had seen in George's memory when she had channeled.

Without a doubt, this is where George and the missing end up.

"Vehicles found nearby..."

"According to the comparison, it is the vehicle driven by the two FBI agents, as well as the car of the New York City Police Department. Obviously the missing FBI agent and the police are also here."

"Very well, it looks like we don't need to go anywhere else."

Hearing the answer given by Detective Zhou, Amanda raised her eyebrows, and the expression on her face immediately became a little dignified.

Getting out of the car abandoned by the FBI and finding no clues useful for the investigation, Detective Phil turned his head to look at the brightly lit wooden house behind him, and said to Detective Zhou, "Are you sure this house has been abandoned?"

"At least that's what the documentation says."

Following Detective Phil's gaze, Detective Zhou also noticed the bright lights in the wooden house.

"That means, the people who live here..."

"That's what we're looking for."

After getting out of the car and stretching for a while, Spike looked in the direction of the wooden house and stopped for a while on the dead tree in the center of the yard.

"Looks like it's afraid of being alone."

Hearing Spike's words, Agent Phil couldn't help showing a strange expression on his face.

"Afraid of being alone?"

He couldn't imagine that an evil spirit, or rather a grotesque, would be afraid of loneliness, and it was clearly that they were afraid of it.

"I have mentioned that the spiritual world is empty, without joy, without pain, without consciousness, and it is precisely because of this that their consciousness is often affected by the last emotions before death. Those who are desperate will always be in despair, and those who are afraid will never be at peace. day……"

"Okay, now is not the time to talk about our target's mental state."

At another time, Amanda would love to hear Spike explain the existence of spirits.

After all, that's one of the reasons why BSI chose the other party as an advisor.

It's just that the current situation does not allow them to stand in front of the wooden house and continue chatting. She stretches out her hand and takes out the gun from her waist. Amanda turns her head and glances at the wooden house not far away. From the bright window, she can even see inside the house. Moving figures.

Under the leadership of Amanda, the BSI people approached the wooden house cautiously.

Walking behind them, Spike looked at the old moss stains on the wooden boards in the corner, and then looked back at the dead trees in the courtyard.

In a trance, a vague video fragment appeared in Spike's eyes.

...

rumbling—

In the middle of the night, a huge thunderstorm accompanied by the downpour shrouded everything around.

Bang!

In the hazy night, a vague figure appeared beside the tree.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

A large amount of rain hit the figure's skinny body, causing it to cough in pain, stretch out his hands and drag a black bag to the edge of the lush trees.

The figure reached for the zipper on the bag.

rumbling—

Amidst the thunder and lightning, a vague face appeared inside the bag.

"Feel sorry……"

Looking at the faces in the bag, the thin figure made a guilty apology, but the next moment he picked up the shovel at hand and smashed it on the other's head without hesitation.

...

"Spike."

The cruel scene in his eyes made Spike frown subconsciously.

At this moment, the low voice that sounded in front of him pulled the psychic's thoughts back again.

He blinked, and the image in his eyes disappeared.

"coming."

Looking down at the dead tree in front of him, in the silent scene, Spike's face showed a thoughtful expression and then walked in the direction of Amanda's shouting.

"What's wrong?"

In the eyes of BSI and the others, they only saw Spike standing motionless by the dead wood for a few seconds.

Amanda's eyes swept across the dead wood in the yard, and then she asked in a low voice to Spike who was approaching.

"I saw something interesting, I'll tell you later."

In the face of Amanda's question, Spike answered.

"Looks like the owner of the house has found us."

Then he turned the conversation and looked in the direction of the wooden house.

crunch, crunch—

As his voice fell, the closed wooden door opened, revealing Jamie's lifeless, stiff face.

"Welcome, there are so many guests today."

Turning his stiff neck and sweeping across the crowd outside, Jamie opened and closed his mouth and moved his arms in a welcoming gesture.

"..."

Looking at Jamie who appeared at the door to greet him, Amanda's eyes swept across his appearance, especially for a few seconds on his wooden-like face, before he retracted his gaze and suppressed the shock in his heart. , looked at Spike, who looked as usual.

"If I remember correctly, he should also be one of the missing."

Looking at Jamie, who was moving like a puppet in front of him, Detective Phil couldn't help showing a horrified expression on his face, and whispered to Detective Zhou beside him.

"He is now a puppet rather than a man."

Looking at Jamie who turned into a puppet in front of him, even Detective Zhou, whose expression had not changed much, couldn't help but become a little stunned. He suppressed his inner emotions and said with a deep breath.

"It seems that this is the ability of the curse to turn everyone into a puppet controlled by it?"

Looking up and down at the opposite Jamie, especially at the position of each joint of the opponent's fingers, and the slow-turning clockwork behind him for a few seconds, Spike had some guesses.

Perhaps it was because of the earliest exposure to the curse~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Jamie's body has been completely lignified, and the current appearance is not so much a human as a human-like puppet.

"That's why those who disappeared suddenly and silently disappeared because they were all under control."

Hearing Spike's analysis, Amanda looked up at the scene inside the cabin.

Inside the house, various figures staggered and walked, giving people a strange and lively feeling.

"What shall we do next, Boss?"

Looking at the weird scene in the wooden house, Agent Phil couldn't help swallowing a saliva, and subconsciously clenched the gun handle in his hand, with tiny beads of sweat flowing out of his forehead.

"Be careful, these are the victims of disappearances."

Sensing the agent's nervousness, Amanda reminded in a low voice.

At present, everyone in the wooden house, including Jamie who appeared at the door to welcome him, are victims of disappearance cases, and they must be careful about their actions to avoid harming innocent people.