Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Fortunately, the man in front of me who claimed to be a supernatural expert did not show any perfunctory expression. Instead, he was very interested and said:

"A different person? Ms. Susan, please continue."

Susan was relieved a lot and quickly confided: "My boyfriend Matthew and I have always had a very good relationship. Although we have had quarrels in the past few years, there have never been major conflicts. We even have a relationship. As for the idea of ​​marriage, it was Matthew who proposed it first.”

Robb said clearly: "So you want to say that there is no emotional conflict between the two of you."

"Yes! That's it!" Susan nodded solemnly, then her expression darkened and she said without hesitation,

"But I don't know why. One night a month ago, when he came home from work, I suddenly found that he had changed a lot during communication and sex. Whether it was the way he spoke, his habits at home, or even his actions in bed. It's a little different from before. It's like...it's like I'm wearing Matthew's coat, but underneath he's a different person."

At this point, Susan couldn't help but shudder.

A shapeshifter?

For the first time, Robb thought of this legendary monster.

In the historical records of witches, there have indeed been several cases of shapeshifters.

Of course, it is not yet appropriate to draw conclusions as to the truth.

After all, there are many situations where a woman will talk nonsense when she is emotionally frustrated.

No matter what, Robb still believed in it and listened carefully to Susan's story.

At this time, Susan had come to her senses and glanced gratefully at Robb, who was still listening attentively. She quickly organized her words and continued:

"I didn't think much about it at the time. I just thought it was because Matthew was too tired from work. I tried to explain it to myself. But in the following days, more and more facts became apparent even if I tried to hide them."

"Finally, I showed it to him and asked him if anything had happened during this time. Matthew just smiled and thought I was imagining things. As a result, he broke up with me the next day and never paid attention to me again. I."

Susan's story is over.

Afterwards, her face could not hide the confusion, loss, panic and exhaustion.

Robb combed through it.

Generally speaking, it is a story about a woman who thinks that her boyfriend has changed his temperament drastically and is forced to break up with her. She is unwilling to accept what happened and suspects that something is wrong with her boyfriend.

Just reading the text, more people would think that all this is just a woman's wild imagination under the attack of emotional frustration.

But Robb, who had witnessed the woman's actions and words, didn't think so.

The other party seemed to mean what he said.

He couldn't believe it. After meeting a person with such superb acting skills as Colin, he could meet another one in a short time!

He is just a detective with little reputation, so why would such a talent keep holding on to him?

Robb looked at Susan and asked, "So, Ms. Susan, what is the purpose of your visit today?"

Susan took a deep breath and said seriously: "Mr. Robb, I want to entrust you to investigate Matthew. If there is really no problem with him, then I will give up. If he has suffered some kind of... I don’t know the influence of things, then...then..."

"Then kill that thing and let Matthew return to normal." Robb continued.

"Yes! That's it!" Susan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Mr. Robb, do you believe that there are supernatural things in this world...just like the movies say...those unusual things?"

"Of course! Otherwise I wouldn't open this paranormal firm." Robb pointed at himself with a smile, "Don't worry, I am professional in paranormal matters."

"That's good! That's good!"

In the past, the well-educated Susan would have absolutely scorned someone like Robb who was using his supernatural powers to talk about things.

But now, having experienced bizarre things first-hand, she quickly changed her mind. Regardless of whether the other party had real information or not, she would just grab the straw she could see and hold on to it.

She was very lucky. She didn't meet eight or nine out of ten psychics who were fake. Instead, she met the real Robb.

Of course, you still have to charge what should be charged.

Instead of going straight to exterminate ghosts, this time we also added an investigation task, which took more time and energy and naturally increased the cost.

Susan, who had a stable and high-income job, was not short of the money and delivered it directly without any counter-offer. She only hoped that Robb would act as soon as possible.

Taking money to do things is a matter of course.

Robb didn't waste any more time and quickly asked for all the information about Matthew.

Susan told her clearly: "Matthew's profession is a real estate and will execution lawyer. He usually lives in..."

…

New Orleans, Metcherry.

According to the clues given by Susan, it was already dusk when Robb drove here.

Robb parked the car on the side of the road and looked to the left. There was a two-story house there, which was the residence of Matthew, the target this time.

The other party had returned at this time and was walking out of the house carrying a large bag of garbage.

Robb first looked at the photo of Matthew sent by Susan on his phone. After confirming that it was correct, he turned on his spiritual vision and took a look at the other person.

It is undoubtedly a living human being.

But this does not mean that all suspicions of the other party have been eliminated.

After all, spiritual vision can only see some things that normal people cannot see, but it does not mean that it is the eye that sees through everything.

He didn't come at the right time.

I originally planned to sneak into the house and check for any clues in the house.

But the owner of the house was at home.

Not only that, the community here seems to be celebrating some kind of unique community festival. At this time, many house owners have come to the lawn carrying various ingredients, coming and going, and starting an open-air party in a lively manner.

Today is not a good time to take action.

Robb took one last look at Matthew, who was chatting eagerly with his neighbor. To avoid alerting the enemy, he stepped on the accelerator and left quickly.

It was getting late, so Robb didn't think about going back. Instead, he came to a nearby jazz bar and planned to rest here.

Although because of the return of the young witches and the work of the agency, he hasn't been able to listen to music in nightclubs for a while.

But the memory of being known as the nightclub prince in a short period of time is still there.

Soon, he was at ease here as his memories were awakened.

Midway, the exchange between the two girls caught his attention.

"Soaked organs, strange records, parchments with magical rituals written on them... Whatever it is, it's definitely not a simple attic."

"The owner said the attic has been locked since they moved in. There must be something wrong!"

Chapter 91 Chapter 91 Katrin

Fierce jazz music echoed in the nightclub.

Beside Robb, a blonde woman was drinking wine and telling her companions about her adventures in discovering a mysterious attic so loudly that Robb could easily hear her.

The blonde's companion, a black girl, said with great certainty after hearing this: "You found a 'Voodoo' room."

"What?" the blonde asked confused.

The black girl explained: "Voodoo, a religion. Slaves from Africa brought voodoo to Haiti to worship God and also have hell and heaven. They all know voodoo, which is magic."

"magic?"

"Yes. The attic you discovered is most likely left by the former voodoo cultists. This is normal. There are many voodoo worshipers here. You must know that New Orleans is the base camp of voodoo cults."

Not anymore.

Robb smiled inwardly as he listened to the two women chatting.

The Voodoo Sect in New Orleans has been crippled, and the Voodoo Queen has packed up and fled, so there is no base camp left.

Seriously, he made a big contribution by killing many genuine voodoo wizards.

Robb finished the wine in his glass and signaled the bartender to continue pouring wine, then took the time to look at the two women.

It's normal for black girls to know a lot about voodoo.

After all, voodoo has a profound influence on her ethnic group, and this is New Orleans, so almost every black person knows something about it.

Not a true believer, Robb didn't care.

As for the mysterious attic the blonde mentioned.

Given how superstitious the people here are, there are basically some mysterious things hidden in the corners of every ancient house. These are "mysterious" items collected blindly by enthusiasts.

In fact, they are all wholesale products.

It seems to be done very seriously, that is, to fool unsuspecting people.

Robb's office has a batch of similar gadgets.

He knew this road very well.

Overall, this is the story of two young women exploring the so-called "mystery" for the first time.

Robb shook his head.

Off to the side, the exchange between the two young women continued.

The blonde asked if it would be dangerous.

The black girl consoled her: "Listen, voodoo is actually harmless."

"No harm?"

"Yes, it's all psychological stuff, and you may need to use a lot of materials. If you don't believe it, it can't hurt you."

"That's not necessarily the case."

A voice suddenly interrupted, it was Robb.

Although he was not interested in the topic of communication between the two women, he suddenly found that the blonde was still very beautiful.

In order to prevent the other party from being led into the ditch by his companions, he came to the two women and explained: "Voodoo is real, and it is lethal. As for saying it is not harmful, as long as you don't believe it, it can't hurt. More It was the work of scammers or bad wizards that allowed this to spread."

Any religion, after years of oral transmission by many people, will produce all kinds of strange and irrelevant knowledge.

There are very few real wizards, but there are countless people who are cheating under the guise of wizards or have low qualifications and only have one or two skills.

There is strength in numbers.

Over time, the latter became authoritative among ordinary people.

Because of this, I don’t know when rumors spread that witchcraft will not hurt anyone as long as you don’t believe it.

If that were the case, those voodoo cultists who died under Robb's sword were nothing.

What a voodoo queen.

"Of course, there are many restrictions on the successful use of some very advanced witchcraft. Perhaps belief in witchcraft is one of them." To avoid killing them all at once, Robb added at the end.

Then he introduced himself: "Nice to meet you, my name is Robb."

The blonde girl and the black girl looked at each other, and after giving each other a look, they said:

"Katlin."

"Jill."

After the introduction of the two girls, the blonde Katrin couldn't wait to ask: "Robb, is what you just said true? How come you are so sure about voodoo?"

Robb smiled: "Because I know real voodoo wizards."

"seriously?"

"One hundred percent. You know, that's what I do."

Katrin suddenly became interested: "What do you do?"

Robb explained generously: "Paranormal detective. You can also think of him as a psychic or an exorcist. The paranormal agency I open is in New Orleans."

"Are there really supernatural demons?" Jill asked in surprise.

Even though she knows a lot about voodoo, she is mostly just influenced by her family.

Like many people in modern times, she did not believe much in the mythical things of Voodoo, let alone ghosts and the like.

Robb didn't care and directly told the story about the poor female ghost who suffered domestic violence.

The United States does not pay much attention to feudal superstition. Everyone here recognizes the existence of God, and the legends of various monsters and ghosts are so loud that people's ears are numb.