Chapter 1403

one thousand four hundred and three

Elizabeth turned her head and looked at the empty floor. For a moment, Yan Huang couldn't see her face clearly.

The bare feet disappeared as soon as they entered the door. No one can hide in the depths of the house in such a short time - at least, Yan Huang should be able to hear the footsteps running away in a hurry. But even the air in the room was stagnant, and only when they entered did they suddenly stir up a pool of stagnant water.

"... really," replied Elizabeth softly, "it shouldn't be."

"What shouldn't?" Yan Huang, who was originally carrying a heart, immediately asked. If the object wasn't a psychic, she wouldn't have mentioned that she saw two feet under the curtain just now anyway - because even if the object was a pseudopsychic, she didn't dare to say "those who see ghosts are psychotic". From this point of view, Elizabeth must protect her reputation.

"I'm surprised you saw it..." Elizabeth shook her head, led her into the room and sat down at a table. "But what's more strange to me is that you saw it in a place where it rarely went."

"What do 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 and seemed to calm down a little. Then he smiled and said, "we are old friends, too. Wherever I move, it will follow."

Isn't this man a liar?

In this game, maybe there are settings like ghosts and ghosts, so there is a psychic medium?

Yan Huang found that she had only two choices now: either she began to believe that Elizabeth could really see ghosts, or she just had serious vision illusion. She knew that she was in good spirits. She really saw the bare feet under the curtain with her own eyes, as if she could see Elizabeth and this table at the moment - if even she began to doubt herself, wouldn't the black friend win unconditionally?

If Elizabeth is really Psychic

"I'm afraid," these four words rushed out of her mouth almost without thinking about it. She didn't regret it until the voice echoed in the room.

Elizabeth was silent for a moment, pointed to the teacup and said, "drink it."

Yan Huang looked at the tea cup, hesitated for a second, and drank all the half warm tea. "Here you are," she pushed back the cup with a small pile of tea left, and secretly decided not to say another word. She still doesn't believe that Elizabeth really has spiritual power. If she does, let her see it in the tea.

"You think someone is going to do harm to you, and the danger... Comes from a place that should have been safe."

Yes, home should have been a safe place. Yan Huang's heart trembled, looking at Elizabeth holding the cup, slowly said: "it seems that it's your family? Well, you want to take action, but... You're held back for some reason."

get some action? She really wanted to prove that she had no mental problems at the neighborhood party today; But she was not held back by anything. If her husband wanted to harm her, she had to resist. How could she have concerns.

Is she making it up? These words were ambiguous, and she leaked a lot of information, which might be enough for her to weave an argument.

Elizabeth was obviously very sharp, and her eyes swept from her, as if she had noticed her words, and did not immediately catch Yan Huang, and slightly frowned. Maybe there was something on her face. Yan Huang couldn't help touching her face.

"Oh," said Elizabeth, dropping her eyes and looking at the glass, "I see something new... Your marriage life is about to encounter a very major change. No, it may have begun."

Yan Huang's confidence, if it was a pointer, now turned slightly to Elizabeth. Even if she is blind, she is quite accurate.

"I can continue to show you," Elizabeth put down the glass and said, "but..."

This is money. Yan Huang immediately reached out to touch her trouser pocket. Of course, she knew it was just an acting skill - she had long lost her purse and had to spend all her money from heipeng; Just say you forgot to bring it and let Elizabeth find him.

"I'm not asking for money." Elizabeth's words stopped her movements. "Because of my next prediction, I'm afraid you won't like it or 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 back to me."

Yan Huang raised her eyebrows and couldn't help leaning over: "what? Will anything bad happen?"

"Your opponent will win a small victory in some way." Elizabeth put down the glass and said solemnly, "you can't prove that what he said about you is false."

Yan Huang felt his heart suddenly sink straight. What's the meaning of this? Before the tea talk began, she was sentenced to death by Elizabeth to prove that heipeng had been lying and her spirit was fine? How did she know what she was going to do?

A surge of anger from nowhere made Yan Huang stand up. She was almost fooled. How can she trust Elizabeth? If this psychic medium really has the ability, will it be reduced to rubbing people's food in the building? Although she couldn't explain the feet and why Elizabeth knew her intention - but the liar had to have a few tricks.

She is absolutely unwilling to give up before the action begins. Besides, no matter what she thinks of her plan, she thinks it's OK.

"Then I'll wait and see," Yan Huang restrained his impulse to turn around and leave, and sat down again. "You said I couldn't prove it, do you have a way?"

Elizabeth shook her head as if she had something in mind. "You still have questions about my ability now," she said in an almost understanding tone, and her amber eyes looked very sincere. "I don't blame you, because I've never shown my ability among my neighbors. But when my prediction really comes true, I hope you can have a little confidence in me at that time."

Yan Huang looked at her blankly and asked, "just... Is that it?"

"Yes. I can't help you until you believe me." Elizabeth sighed with regret.

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 into the microwave oven. It was this move that poured water on her head like a basin of cold water.

If Elizabeth could really see everything from the tea leaves, how could she not be suspicious of that lunch? The conversation between them just now clearly indicated that her key opponent was heipeng; The meal that came out of her house and she refused to eat by herself, as long as you think about it, you can know who made it. How dare Elizabeth eat it at ease?

I'm afraid the psychic medium played such a set of words on the spot according to the information revealed in her expression and words, and I'm afraid she didn't know the essence of the problem. If her confidence is damaged, there may be problems in her natural performance. When there is a real problem, she desperately asks Elizabeth for help, and the latter can speak up.

I didn't expect that she looked like a very kind person. She turned out to be so scheming.

For the next half an hour, Yan Huang was on pins and needles, and finally waited for the neighbors in the chatting. It was obviously the first time the neighbors had visited Elizabeth's house, just like her; As soon as I entered the door, everyone showed a similar look - surprised, nervous, mixed with a slight resistance.

Such a spooky house will make anyone uncomfortable after seeing it.

Despite Elizabeth's ominous notice, Yan Huang felt that she was impeccable. Yes, she was in bed for a long time, because she had a fever intermittently, which made her a little confused. It's a lot easier to come out and have a chat with everyone. Are Li Er and Jessica about to have their final exams? How's ABI's boyfriend recently? Is Pinker going to primary school soon?

A set of gossip, shuttle back and forth in her mouth. She can't completely deny that she was in bed, nor can she say that she has recovered from mental problems, so she only slightly changed heipeng's words; She kept in mind the principle of asking others more and talking less about herself, and behaved methodically and gracefully. Even if the neighbors were a little restrained when they first saw her, they also laughed a lot later. When someone asked about her daily life, she also gave her carefully conceived answer: "do housework, clean up, read books... Search the job advertisement online, and the day will soon pass."

"Are you going to find a job?" Miss Chen asked.

"Yes," Yan Huang said with a smile, "I'm still sorting out my resume."

It was very successful. When she went to the bathroom, she said to herself half proud and half relaxed. Even a dialogue can not completely eliminate the shadow of black friends' lies, but at least leave the neighbors with an impression of their own sanity; With a good start, the next step is convenient.

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 a little scary," the voice sounded like Jessica's. it was hoarse and always seemed to contain a mouthful of phlegm. "This is the first time that I have been in close contact with such a serious..."

What's so serious?

"I thought ah Hei exaggerated," Li Er whispered, "I didn't expect... Why didn't he send Xiao Huang to the hospital?"

Yan Huang clung to the door handle, only to feel the earth whirling.

Why? What's wrong with her performance? Did she say anything wrong?

Isn't all her responses appropriate and social norms enough?

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.