The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

"Backlund Housing Improvement Company", the name sounds very bluffing, but it is actually an alternative "intermediary company" whose main business includes house leasing and resale.

Because of her young and beautiful appearance, Doris was assigned to work as a receptionist at the front desk. She was careful and noticed Louise and Louise at a glance.

She is in her twenties, wearing a plain dress that outlines her charming curves, with a flawless white neck, a radiant face, and an elegant gait. She is definitely a pampered aristocratic lady.

The maid behind him was also very beautiful, but she looked a little unhappy, with a straight face and never smiled...

"Dear young lady, what do I call you? Do you need my help?" Doris stood up quickly and asked.

After Louise briefly introduced herself, she then stated her needs: "I want to rent a house, preferably in the West End of Backlund."

The smile on Doris' face became brighter and brighter. She led the "master and servant" to the reception area and asked softly:

"Miss Louise, what type of house do you need?"

Louise had already prepared a plan for this. With a gentle smile, she replied softly:

"It doesn't need to be too luxurious, but it shouldn't be simple. In addition, I like a quiet environment, so the area around the house shouldn't be too noisy... The rental period is best about one year."

The "Backlund Great Smog" will break out at the end of the year. Louise, who has become a member of the "Witch Cult", may not be exempted from the incident, and she also needs to seek opportunities to act...

Doris wrote them down one by one, and then said actively:

"I will help you find suitable information right away. Please wait a moment. Do you want coffee or black tea?"

"Black tea, thank you." Louise said, she didn't think the coffee here would suit her taste.

Doris complimented her habitually and turned to leave. Soon, a young male waiter brought two cups of warm black tea.

Louise nodded and thanked her, looking at the surrounding environment out of boredom, but actually thinking in her heart, where would the "smoothness" that Will mentioned be reflected?

As the "Snake of Destiny" in Sequence One, his divination results will definitely not be without aim, but if this "smoothness" only represents a thoughtful service attitude, it would be too disgraceful...

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw a man hurried in. He was about fifty years old, with pale hair, a look of age on his face, and a lot of wrinkles in his dress.

That was fine, but when the man suddenly came in, Louise seemed to smell a faint cold breath. She turned on her spiritual vision and saw a gray-black breath wrapped around the man's head.

This is not like a direct injury, but a slight negative impact from staying in a certain place for a long time. As long as you stay away from the source of infection and keep your mood stable, you can gradually return to normal.

"Has my house been sold?" the middle-aged man asked anxiously.

"Not yet, Mr. Bartley, don't worry, let's go inside and talk."

A female receptionist immediately greeted the man and took him into the lounge. Her movements were very skillful. It probably wasn't the first time she had experienced this kind of thing.

"Who was that panicked gentleman just now?" Louise asked.

Doris, who came back with a stack of information, was a little surprised when she heard this question. She looked at the closed door of the lounge, then realized what she said briefly:

"That's Mr. Bartley. He was once a baronet, but now he has been demoted to a baronet. He has a house for sale, but he has never found a buyer."

Then, she skipped the topic, opened the information in her hand, and said enthusiastically:

"Miss Louise, please allow me to introduce you to No. 78 Egram Street. This is a three-story building with more than ten rooms, exquisite gardens and stables. It was once the ancestral property of a nobleman, because

It is rented out for some reason, and the furniture, decorations, and furnishings inside are expensive and exquisite, enough to reflect your noble status."

"Most of the owners of nearby houses are nobles and parliamentarians, and the environment is very suitable for your requirements... The annual rent is only 740 pounds."

"What do you think, Miss Louise?"

After Doris finished telling the story, she waited for Louise's response, but found that the other person just smiled and seemed a little distracted, so she thought she was not satisfied with this house, so she went on to introduce the next house with a lower price.

"If you don't like it, 26 Hoyland Street can also meet your needs. Its annual rent is only 280 pounds. It is just that compared to 78 Egram Street, it is younger and does not have a long history and

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In fact, Louise was indeed distracted, and most of her mind was eavesdropping on the conversation in the lounge...the same one that Mr. Bartley, Baron Bartley, who was in trouble just entered.

Although there was a wooden door between them, Louise, as a "witch", could not stop her. She roughly understood what was going on.

Mr. Bartley wants to sell a house at a low price, but the female receptionist is just perfunctory one after another, as if she has a hidden agenda... Thinking of the abnormality in the Baronet, could it be that the house is haunted?

Perhaps, this is what Will calls "smooth"...

Louise interrupted Doris' introduction somewhat rudely and asked aloud:

"Where is the house for sale by Mr. Baronet Bartley?"

Doris was stunned when she heard this. All her previous words were in vain... But she couldn't refuse, so she smiled helplessly and said hesitantly:

"Mr. Bartley's house is also in the West End, but..."

"Just what?" Louise asked, thinking at the same time, it was indeed in the West End!

"It's just... that house is very troublesome." Doris leaned slightly closer and said softly:

"The price proposed by Mr. Bartley is very low. Several buyers have been interested in buying it before, but they always suddenly regret it on the eve of reaching an agreement... After this happened one after another, we will no longer recommend that building to other customers.

The house has not been sold yet.”

Could it be that there is really a ghost... Louise thought for a moment, quickly stood up and said: "Let's go and see this Mr. Baron."

Two seconds later, Doris, who had just woken up from a dream, stood up and hurriedly persuaded: "Miss Louise, let's look at other houses..."

Taking three steps and two steps at a time, she walked to the door of the lounge. Seeing that she could not stop him, Doris had to stand behind, lowering her head in frustration.

The voice in the lounge suddenly became louder: "If we can't sell it, my daughter will die!"

Louise glanced at Catherine with the corner of her eyes. The latter hesitated for a moment, and then realized that she was asking herself to knock on the door.

I'm not your servant... Katrin thought sadly and angrily, but she still walked forward honestly and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The female receptionist's voice sounded, with a little doubt.

Louise stepped into the lounge, bowed lightly and said:

"I'm sorry to bother you two, but I heard that Mr. Bartley is planning to sell a house. I'm very interested in it. I wonder if I can talk about it in detail?"

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The female receptionist who had been perfunctory with Bartley made eye contact with Doris. The content of the exchange was basically as follows:

"Didn't you agree not to sell this house? Why did you bring someone here again?"

"She insisted on coming, it has nothing to do with me!"

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Mr. Baronet Bartley looked excited: "Really? Are you really willing to buy my house?"

Louise smiled: "You can only make a decision after viewing the house."

"Okay, okay, I'll take you to see it now." Mr. Bartley said excitedly.

"Thank you for your reception. It seems that I am very lucky."

Louise turned to Doris and said, and the latter could only smile reluctantly in response.

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The carriage sped along, as if sensing the owner's urgency, it actually saved nearly one-third of the time and successfully arrived at its destination, No. 59 Egram Street.

Under the personal guidance and introduction of Mr. Baron Bartley, Louise had a preliminary understanding of the house in front of her.

This is a building with a long history. It is said to be inherited from Bartley's ancestors. It obviously has some architectural styles from the last century. It is old, grand, simple, and has no dazzling decorations... Well, it was actually sold by Bartley.

Lost.

In addition, as a noble, there are only a few servants in the house, which makes it quite deserted.

"I'm very satisfied, but in terms of price..." Louise deliberately showed hesitation.

Bartley hurriedly explained: "Miss, the price of 1,900 pounds is already very low, otherwise I might as well sell it to the damn bank!"

When he said this, he showed a look of hatred.

"You misunderstood, Mr. Bartley." Louise smiled and said: "Although I am not a professional, a house like this would cost at least 2,500 pounds to buy... The price you proposed is really reasonable.

It’s so cheap that people have to wonder if there’s something wrong with this house…”

As soon as she came in, Louise felt a clear and cold aura, which was disturbing. It was exactly the same as the abnormality on Bartley... To be precise, this aura came from the third floor, but Bartley didn't seem to take the initiative to introduce it.

The meaning of the third floor, so Louise asked this question.

Bartley sighed and said, "Because I need money to save my daughter."

"Is your daughter sick?" Louise asked, feeling that she was getting closer to the truth.

Before Bartley could answer, a whimpering sound came from the bedroom on the third floor.

"Woo, go away, go away quickly..."

Then, there was a "clatter" sound coming downstairs, and a maid who was not too young ran down and said: "Master, the lady is making trouble again."

"Sorry." Bartley apologized and immediately ran up to the third floor.

Louise and Catherine looked at each other and followed.

A girl of about ten years old was tied to the bed, in a big way. Despite this, she was still struggling wildly, her eyes wide open, as if she was avoiding something terrible.

Bartley knelt in front of the bed, hugged the girl, suppressed her madness, and at the same time comforted her continuously:

"Dalia, it's okay...it's okay, dad is here..."

Louise turned on her spiritual vision and discovered that the girl's movements were not unintentional, but that she was really avoiding the attack, and the creature that attacked her was an illusory bat.

Soon, the bat seemed tired and stopped attacking, and the girl slowly calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

Based on Louise's occult knowledge, it is easy to conclude that this is a curse, a very common and very weak curse, otherwise it would not be unable to kill a little girl.

"She has been like this for a while. I spent all my family's savings and found countless doctors and wizards, but I couldn't cure her..."

Bartley cried, his words full of self-blame: "I used to be a waste and did ridiculous things, but as long as my daughter can be cured, I am willing to trade it with my life..."

"I may not have mentioned it, but actually, I am a doctor."

Louise introduced her as a doctor who had been personally certified by the "Snake of Destiny"...well, he was also a "witch".

Bartley turned around suddenly, as if he didn't believe it, but still asked expectantly:

"You are a doctor? Can you save my daughter? As long as you can cure her, I will give you this house for free!"

Louise said calmly: "I can try, but there is no guarantee of success, and I need a separate space for treatment."

Turning around and taking a look at his sleeping daughter, who looked peaceful and pale, Bartley reluctantly stood up and said:

"Okay, I promise you."

The door closed gently, Louise walked to the bed and looked at the bat that had fallen on the girl's shoulder. It was combing its feathers and seemed to be very spiritual.

She stretched out her right hand to grab the bat, but passed through it silently, as if she was holding a handful of air... Louise smiled slightly, and a black flame suddenly lit up in her hand, igniting it, and it burned out in the blink of an eye.

There is no room for resistance at all.

The illusory dust fell on Louise's tender palm, forming a regular seven-pointed star pattern.

The devil's method... Louise guessed, but this method was a bit too weak, and seemed to be just to torture the little girl.

The next second, the little girl Dalia opened her eyes, with obvious doubts in her eyes. She found that she was tightly tied up. She did not cry or shout, but asked timidly:

"who are you?"

Louise showed a gentle smile and said, "I am the doctor invited by Mr. Bartley. Have you forgotten that you are sick?"

The little girl's exquisite facial features were a little distorted, showing a fearful look, and recalled:

"I had a dream about an altar, and then there were bats chasing me..."

In fact, that bat can't kill you directly, it just makes you live in fear and unable to recognize reality... Louise added in her heart.

"Have you ever met any strange people before you dreamed about it?" she asked next.

The girl thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "No."

Louise said no more, turned around and ordered: "Come on, untie the rope."

Catlin already understood her position, stepped forward obediently, and untied the rope that tied the little girl.

Louise smiled softly and said, "Go ahead, Mr. Bartley is waiting for you outside the door!"