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Chapter 147 The Image Under the Tree

"Let the police stand by in the car."

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

There is no doubt that this is where George and the missing person ended up.

"Vehicles were 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. The apparently missing FBI agents and police have also arrived here."

"Fine, 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 became a little dignified.

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

"At least that's what it says in the data."

Following Agent Phil's gaze, Agent Zhou also noticed the bright lights of the wooden house.

"That is to say, those who live here..."

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

Getting out of the car and stretching his waist, Spike looked in the direction of the wooden house, and stopped for a while on the dead tree in the middle of the yard before saying.

"It 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 really couldn't imagine that an evil spirit, or grotesque would be afraid of loneliness, obviously they were afraid of it.

"I have mentioned before that the world of spirits is nothingness, there is no happiness, no pain, no perception, 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, this is one of the reasons why BSI chose the other party as a consultant.

However, the current situation does not allow them to stand in front of the wooden house and continue chatting, reaching out to take out the gun at the waist, Amanda turned her head and glanced at the wooden house not far away, from the direction of the bright window, she could even see the Moving figures.

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

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

In a trance, a blurry image fragment emerged in Spike's eyes.

……

Rumbling--

In the middle of the night, a huge thunderclap accompanied by torrential rain enveloped everything around.

Bang!

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

"Cough cough cough cough..."

A lot of rain hit the thin body of the figure, making it cough in pain, stretched out its hands and dragged a black bag with great difficulty to the side 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 face in the bag, the thin figure made a guilty apology, but the next moment, he picked up the shovel in his hand and smashed it towards the other person's head without hesitation.

……

"Spike."

The cruel scene in his eyes made Spike frowned subconsciously.

At this moment, a low voice shouted from in front of him, pulling the psychic's thoughts back again.

He blinked, and the image in his eyes disappeared immediately.

"coming."

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

"what happened?"

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

Amanda glanced at the dead trees in the yard, and then asked Spike in a low voice.

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

Facing Amanda's inquiry, Spike answered.

"It seems that the owner of the house has found us."

Then he changed the subject and looked in the direction of the wooden house.

Crunch, crunch—

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

"Welcome, there are so many guests today."

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

"..."

Looking at Jamie who appeared at the door to greet him, Amanda's eyes swept across his appearance, especially staying on his wooden textured face for a few seconds, and then she retracted her gaze, suppressing the shock of astonishment in her heart , looking aside at Spike who looked normal.

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

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

"He's not so much a human being as a puppet now."

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

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

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

Perhaps because of the earliest contact with the curse, Jamie's body has been completely lignified, and his current appearance is not so much a human as a human-like puppet.

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

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

Inside the house, all kinds of figures staggered and walked, which actually gave people a strange and lively feeling.

"What do we do next, boss?"

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

"Proceed with caution, these are victims of disappearances."

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

Right now, everyone in the wooden house, including Jamie who appeared at the door to welcome them, are all victims of the disappearance case. They must be careful about their actions to avoid harming innocent people.

(End of this chapter)