Thriller: I created an alien asylum

Wu was sitting in his divination shop as usual.

There are not many customers who come to his place, only one or two customers come a day.

For him, this frequency is just right.

There won't be anything to do at the end of the day, nor will there be too many people to bore him.

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He received a message telling him to wait at the store in the afternoon and someone would come and take him somewhere.

Wu was very happy and took the bait.

He waved, and the crow standing on the bird stand nearby flew over and landed on his hand.

Crow tilted his head and looked at him: "What's going on?"

"We are going to a place later, help me put these things away."

Wu pointed at the items on the shelves in the store. There were all kinds of strange items on them, some of which exuded an ominous aura.

The crow flew up, flapped its wings, and flew to the shelf without complaint. With a wave of its wings, the items on the shelf were loaded into the space.

The crow landed on the wooden table again, and put its long and thin paws on the soft pillow: "This?"

Wu went over and picked up the crystal ball on it: "Put it away too."

The crow put away the soft pillow.

When it was done, it flew back to its perch.

At this time, there were footsteps outside the door, and a guest came.

The crow flapped its wings habitually and said welcome.

This is what it often says when it sees people in the shops opposite. It finds it funny and learns it, saying it every time someone comes in.

Mike was startled. He looked carefully and found the crow on the birdstand. Huh? Can crows also talk?

But when he thought that this kind of bird was highly intelligent and might be able to imitate human speech, he became less afraid.

Rather than animals, he was more frightened by humans.

Mike has always been very introverted. In this society, introversion seems to be a bad character. He is not cheerful enough, which means that he is not popular, not gregarious, and has few friends.

Some people who like to bully people like him the most.

Mike is lucky. Although he seems to be a transparent person in the class, no one will bully him.

The reason why he came to this fortune telling shop today was because he heard from the female classmates in class that this fortune telling shop was very effective and the owner was a handsome guy.

Mike heard the previous sentence, a very effective fortune teller.

Mike remembered what happened at home, and he came here after class by some strange combination of circumstances.

Mike saw a person with his back turned to him, wearing a very retro mysterious costume similar to that of a wizard. It seemed that this person was the fortune teller of this store.

"Well, I want to do divination."

Mike spoke in a low voice.

Wu tilted his head slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "The guest came just in time, and I will leave in a while. It seems that this is also a choice of fate."

"please."

Wu walked behind the wooden table and sat on the chair.

Mike belatedly discovered that the fortune teller had to go out for something just now, and his arrival disrupted his schedule.

He was a little ashamed, but his concern for his family still made him sit opposite the fortune teller.

"I want to divine some family-related matters."

Wu held the red crystal ball and looked at Mike. He was a very introverted and reserved boy, about seventeen years old, with short curly brown hair.

The appearance is the kind of comely type that is not outstanding.

Neither tall nor short, nothing eye-catching.

But his eyes are clean.

"What should I do?"

This is Mike's first time coming to this kind of fortune-telling shop.

Not very clear about the process related to divination.

Wu Neng could see the strong and strange aura coming from this person, and where he got it from. Since he wanted to divine the family, then...

"Has your family behaved unusually recently?"

Mike raised his eyes in surprise, as if he didn't expect that the other party could even guess this, and he began to look forward to it in his heart.

Maybe, this fortune teller can really solve his problem.

"Yes." Mike said all his troubles with a headache: "Recently, my mother has become a little strange. She was not a religious person at first, but since she joined a sect, she has become godly. Nagging."

After Mike finished speaking, he glanced at the fortune teller: "Ah, of course, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with this. Belief is free."

"But recently, her spirit has become less good and her body has lost a lot of weight. She always said that her prayers were answered by the gods, saying that the gods would bless us."

"I also enshrine a statue of the god in my home."

"One night, when I got up to drink water, I passed by the statue and saw it moving. It gave me a bad feeling."

Mike tried his best to describe his feelings, but he was not usually the kind of person who was good at communication. In the end, after stumbling over his description, he still couldn't express his feelings.

Wu already knew what was going on.

His mother should also have joined the Eternal Kingdom organization and become a believer in it.

Surprisingly, there are quite a lot of weird things in this organization, and they are not mass-produced.

Although the levels are not high, most of them are at the level of vengeful spirits or wandering souls, and only a few are at the level of green faces, such as the believers that Fei Niao A solved last time. The weirdness on them is at the level of green faces.

They can use so many weirdnesses and control them to a certain extent.

This organization is not simple.

Mike was a little annoyed: "Maybe what I said is not good, you may think I am worrying too much, but..."

Witch interrupted him: "Guest, I saw a cloud of fog on you."

Fog?

Mike was a little confused, he looked down at himself, where is the fog?

"Bad luck is covering you."

Mike raised his head suddenly, he looked at the fortune teller, and seemed to see a trace of pity in the fortune teller's eyes.

"Bad luck? What bad luck?" He asked hurriedly.

The witch stretched out his hand, and the crystal ball was held in his palm, "What did you see?"

Mike leaned over slightly and looked at the crystal ball. From the smooth reflection of the crystal ball, he saw himself.

He was shrouded in a circle of black, twisted, and surging fog. There seemed to be a lot of twisted faces in the fog that were hard to see. They were roaring and wailing in the fog, constantly trying to attack him.

Mike opened his eyes wide.

His hands began to tremble. He touched his body violently. Nothing, nothing.

He didn't see the fog, nor those scary faces.

Only in the crystal ball could he see these scenes that he couldn't see before. "Is this bad luck? Mr. Fortune Teller, am I being haunted by the devil?"