Elizabeth turned her head and looked at the empty floor, and Yan Huang couldn't see her expression clearly for a moment.
The pair of bare feet disappeared as soon as they entered the door. It was impossible for anyone to hide deep into the house in such a short period of time - at least, Yan Huang should be able to hear the sound of hurried footsteps. But
Even the air in the room was stagnant. Only when they entered did a pool of stagnant water suddenly stir up.
"...Really," Elizabeth replied softly, "This shouldn't be the case."
"What shouldn't be done?" Yan Huang, who was originally worried, immediately asked. If the target was not a psychic, she would not have mentioned that she saw a pair of feet under the curtain just now - because even if the target was a psychic
Fake psychics would not dare to say that "everyone who sees ghosts is mentally ill." From this point of view, Elizabeth must protect her reputation.
"I'm surprised that you actually saw it..." Elizabeth shook her head, led her into the house, and sat down at a dining table. "But, I'm even more surprised that you are in a place where it rarely goes.
The place saw it.”
"What did I see?"
Elizabeth thought for a while and said: "There are many things that ordinary people still don't know."
"Do you know what those feet... are?"
"Of course." The psychic poured her a cup of tea, seemed to calm down a little, and then said with a smile: "We are old friends, and it will follow me wherever I move."
Isn't this man a liar?
In this game, maybe there really are settings like spirits, ghosts, and ghosts, so that’s why a psychic appears?
Yan Huang found that she had only two choices now: either start to believe that Elizabeth could really see ghosts, or think that she had just had a serious hallucination. She knew that she was mentally fine, and she had indeed seen with her own eyes the pair of bare feet under the curtains.
It was as real as if she could see Elizabeth and this table at this moment - if even she began to doubt herself, wouldn't the black friend win unconditionally?
If Elizabeth could really be psychic...
"I'm scared," these four words rushed out of her mouth without even thinking. It wasn't until the sound echoed in the room that she regretted it.
Elizabeth was silent for a while, pointed to the teacup and said, "Drink it."
Yanhuang glanced at the tea cup, hesitated for a second, and drank all the half-warm tea. "Here you go," she pushed back the cup with a small pile of tea leaves remaining, and secretly decided not to say another word.
She still doesn't believe that Elizabeth really has psychic powers. If she does, let her see it from the tea leaves.
"You think someone is going to do harm to you, and the danger... comes from a place that is supposed to be safe."
Yes, home was supposed to be a safe place. Yan Huang's heart trembled, and he looked at Elizabeth holding up the cup and said slowly: "It looks like it's your home? Well, you wanted to take action, but... you were
I was held back for some reason."
Action? She had indeed thought about it, and wanted to prove that she had no mental problems at the neighborhood gathering today; but she was not held back by anything. If her husband wanted to harm her, she would have to resist, so how could she have any worries?
Did she make it up? The words were ambiguous, and she had leaked a lot of information, which might be enough for her to make up a story.
Elizabeth was obviously very keen. She glanced at her, as if she had noticed that her words did not catch Yan Huang immediately, and she frowned slightly. It was probably because of some expression on her face that Yan Huang couldn't help but touch it.
He touched his face.
"Oh," Elizabeth lowered her eyes and looked at the cup and said, "I saw something new again... Your married life is about to encounter a very major change, no, it may have already begun."
If Yan Huang's confidence was a pointer, then it had turned slightly towards Elizabeth. Even if she was blind, she was quite accurate.
"I can continue to show you," Elizabeth put down the cup and said, "But..."
It was time to collect money. Yan Huang immediately reached out to touch her trouser pocket. Of course, she knew that this was just an acting trick - she had been unable to find her wallet for a long time, and all money expenses had to be paid by black friends.
He said that he had forgotten it and asked Elizabeth to go find him.
"I'm not asking for money." Elizabeth's words stopped her. "Because I'm afraid you won't like to hear my next prediction, and you probably won't believe it. I just hope that when you encounter setbacks, you can
Think of my warning to you...if you believe me then, you can come to me again."
Yan Huang raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but lean forward: "What? Will something bad happen?"
"Your opponent will gain a small victory in some aspect." Elizabeth put down the cup and said solemnly: "You can't prove that some of the things he said about you are false."
Yanhuang felt her heart suddenly sinking. What did this mean? Before the tea chat even started, she tried hard to prove that Hei Peng had been lying and that she was mentally sound, but she was sentenced to death by Elizabeth first?
How did she know what she was planning to do?
A wave of anger surged up from nowhere, causing Yan Huang to stand up. She was really almost fooled, how could she believe Elizabeth? If this psychic was really capable, he would be reduced to eating people all over the building.
Want to eat? Although she couldn't explain those feet or why Elizabeth knew what she was trying to do - but liars must have some tricks up their sleeves.
She was absolutely unwilling to give up before the action had even begun. Besides, no matter how she looked at her plan, she felt that there was nothing wrong with it.
"Then I'll just wait and see." Yan Huang suppressed his urge to turn away and sat down again: "You said I can't prove it, do you have a way?"
Elizabeth shook her head as if she was confident. "You still have doubts about my ability now," she said in a tone that was almost understanding, and her amber eyes looked very sincere. "I don't blame you, because I
I have never shown my abilities among my neighbors. But when my predictions come true, I hope you can have some confidence in me."
Yanhuang looked at her blankly and asked: "Is that...that's it?"
"Yes. Until you trust me, I can't help you." Elizabeth sighed regretfully.
Yan Huang was about to believe her - until Elizabeth looked at the time, went into the kitchen, and put the box of lunch she gave her into the microwave. It was this move that poured cold water on her.
on her head.
If Elizabeth could really see everything from the tea leaves, how could she not be suspicious of the lunch? The conversation between the two just now clearly hinted that the opponent who wanted to harm her was the black friend; she came out of her home.
How could Elizabeth dare to eat the meal she refused to eat when she knew who cooked it just by thinking about it?
This psychic may have used such a rhetoric on the spot based on the information revealed by her expression and words. I am afraid that she has no idea of the essence of the problem. If your confidence is damaged, you may naturally have problems with your performance.
When something really went wrong and she desperately sought help from Elizabeth, the latter would open her mouth.
I didn't expect that she seemed to be a kind-hearted person, but she turned out to be so scheming.
In the next half hour, Yanhuang was on pins and needles, chatting one after another, and finally waited for the neighbors. It was obviously the same as her, and it was the first time for the neighbors to visit Elizabeth's house; as soon as they entered the door, they all showed their faces.
He had a similar expression - surprised, nervous, mixed with a slight resistance.
Anyone who looks at such a ghostly house will feel uncomfortable.
Despite Elizabeth's ominous warning, Yan Huang felt that she had performed impeccably. Yes, she had been in bed for a long time because she had an intermittent fever that made her a little confused.
After talking to everyone, I feel really relieved. Li'er and Jessica will have their final exams soon, right? How is Abby's recent boyfriend? Pink will go to elementary school soon, right?
One set of gossip after another went back and forth in her mouth. She could not completely deny that she was bedridden, nor could she say that her mental problems were cured, so she only slightly changed Hei Peng's words; she remembered to ask more questions from others.
, the principle of saying less about herself, she behaved in an orderly and generous manner, even though the neighbors were a little restrained when they first saw her, they all laughed together many times later. When someone asked her about her daily life,
She also gave her carefully thought-out answer: "Do housework, clean, read books... search for job advertisements online, and the day will go by quickly."
"Are you planning to find a job?" Miss Chen asked.
"Yes," Yan Huang said with a smile, "I'm still sorting out my resume."
Very successful, she said to herself half proudly and half relaxed when she went to the bathroom. Even one conversation could not completely eliminate the shadow of Heipeng's lies, at least it left an impression on the neighbors that she was sane.
; Once you have a good start, the rest will be easy.
She washed her hands and was about to open the door when she heard the two female college students whispering in the corridor outside.
"It's really scary," the voice sounded like Jessica's. Not only was it rough, but it always seemed like it had a mouthful of phlegm in it. "This is the first time I've had such a serious close encounter..."
What is so serious?
"I originally thought Ah Hei was exaggerating," Li Er replied softly, "I didn't expect...why didn't he send Xiao Huang to the hospital?"
Yanhuang clutched the door handle tightly, feeling like the world was spinning.
Why? What was wrong with her behavior? Did she say anything wrong?
Wasn't all her responses appropriate and socially acceptable?
Elizabeth was right after all...
Yan Huang raised her head. For the first time, she felt that the psychic might be her glimmer of hope.
