Chapter 82: I’m Actually A Spiritualist

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Chen Zhao realized someone was following him as soon as he left the police station.

It was a 20-something-year-old woman holding hands with a girl. Chen Zhao thought they were just going the same way, but they followed him to an intersection.

They would stop whenever Chen Zhao stopped. They just followed him without hiding themselves at all.

Unable to take it anymore, Chen Zhao turned around and faced the mother-and-daughter. “Do I know you?”

“You can see us?”

“What?” Chen Zhao was taken aback.

What do you mean ‘see us’?

The next moment, it clicked in Chen Zhao’s mind. “You guys are ghosts?”

“We’re under the oak tree beside St. Anthony Church.”

Chen Zhao was still confused. He had met spirits before, but the ones that he’d seen were all wooden and dazed. This duo didn’t look like those spirits at all. They were just like living people.

Were they victims of that pervert?

Did they want him to find their bodies and bury them?

Chen Zhao ran back to the police station. “Excuse me.”

“Mr. Chen, why are you back? Did you forget something?”

“Can I see the profiles of the pervert’s victims?”

“Technically, we can’t reveal them. We haven’t found their identities either, because we haven’t found most of the bodies.” The officer paused. “However, you’re one of the involved parties, so I can show you. But can you tell me what you need it for?”

“Is there a mother-and-daughter pair among the victims? The mother is around 30 years old, a brunette. The daughter is around 11 or 12.”

Just then, an exhausted-looking man walked out of the questioning room. Happening to hear Chen Zhao’s words, he immediately rushed over. “Who are you? Why do you know Amanda and my daughter?”

The police officer looked at Chen Zhao in confusion. He wouldn’t believe it if someone suspected Chen Zhao.

After all, he’d already inspected Chen Zhao. He’d just arrived in America, but he had a good record. He’d even saved nine people from a fire recently, so the officer still believed in him.

“Mr. Chen, can you explain this?”

At that moment, the lights suddenly dimmed. Chen Zhao looked at the duo beside him. It was the daughter that had turned off the lights.

“Uh… Would you believe me if I say…I’m a spiritualist?” Chen Zhao said awkwardly.

“Uh…” The officer was awkward too. He didn’t believe it, but he couldn’t say that.

“I do. I believe you. Sir, please tell me. Are they beside you right now?”

Chen Zhao nodded with difficulty. “Yes, they’re here.”

“Mr. Chen, Mr. Bord has just received the news that his wife and daughter may possibly have been killed. Please don’t upset him anymore.”

A cup of water on the table fell down without warning. The police and Bord were both shocked. How could it just fall down for no reason?

The water inside started moving orderly, writing out, we are here.

“We…are here.”

Bord and the officer were shocked. The officer even fell to the ground.

Actually, Chen Zhao really didn’t want to act like a spiritualist, but there was a lot of religious freedom in America. There were a lot of religions that believed in ghosts and spirits too. Due to all the paranormal and supernatural movies, a lot of people believed in them too.

Many so-called spiritualists appeared proudly on all sorts of platforms. Even the media would invite some well-known spiritualists for interviews. Of course, no one would send a spiritualist to an experiment lab for dissection.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

When the officers outside heard the noise, they all ran in. Seeing their colleague sitting on the ground, they thought he’d been attacked.

This was a police station, after all. Sometimes, criminals would attack the interrogator.

“A ghost… There’s a ghost…”

“David, are you too stressed out?”

“No, I’m serious…” David said nervously. “That Mr. Chen’s a spiritualist. Mr. Chen… Tell them, it’s true…”

“Uh… I’m just a part-time spiritualist. My main job is still a doctor.”

“That’s not important. Tell them that Mr. Bord’s wife is here.”

The police officers from outside all looked at Chen Zhao who hesitated. “They’re here.”

The fallen cup suddenly floated up and approached Chen Zhao and the officers. In the end, it lost balance and fell to the ground, shattering.

All the officers felt chills go up their spines. They were freaked out.

“Uh… Don’t be scared. They’re not evil spirits… They want me to help find them. The other stuff have nothing to do with me.”

“Amanda, Aisha, I love you two… Mr. Chen…can they hear me?”

They couldn’t. They could see Bord but couldn’t hear him. It seemed that they could only communicate with Bord through Chen Zhao.

The other officers looked at Chen Zhao as he repeated Bord’s words to the air.

“Uh, your daughter asks if you can help her take care of Allen?”

Bord’s face was covered tears. “Aisha, I will. I’ll help you take care of Allen. I’ll take it out for walks every day.”

“Your wife says… She known about you and Joan, but she forgives you.”

“Oh… Amanda, I’m sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry…”

“Okay, let’s hurry and go look for their bodies.”

By now, the officers no longer doubted Chen Zhao. They all looked at him with awe.

The police would actually work with spiritualists sometimes. Of course, it was mostly useless.

Chen Zhao told the address to police and Bord and everyone went into action. Three police cars drove to St. Anthony Church.

Chen Zhao saw the oak tree from afar. Pointing at it, he said, “It’s there. They may have been buried there.”

He glanced at the mother and daughter beside him, but they’d disappeared without him realizing.

The officers walked to the oak tree with their tools. Walter circled the oak tree. He sniffed the ground and then started barking wildly.

The officers and Bord all looked at Chen Zhao, waiting for his instructions.

“Dig there.” He pointed where Walter was standing.