"Did you talk about this key?" Pamela pulled the key around her neck: "It was left to me by my teacher. Why did you suddenly ask this question?"

"My wife seems to have one, but she gave it to the bastard."

Pamela shook the key in her hand: "It's a pity, why isn't my hand made of gold?"

"It's so weird that you hang a key around your neck."

"If your wife had a handful of them, you wouldn't say that." Pamela rolled her eyes on Laurenter.

Soon, the takeaway was delivered to the community gate, and Pamela went out to get the takeaway.

Laurent waited leisurely, but waited around and saw Pamela come back.

Laurent was bored and took the books on the bookshelf.

This is a very old book, the hard paper on the surface has cracked and the title cannot be clearly seen.

I opened it casually and saw a painting on it.

This painting contains thirteen key patterns of different colors.

But I can’t understand the following text. It’s better to say it’s a pattern than a text.

Laurent has never seen such a weird font.

Just two steps away, why don’t Pamela come back?

Laurent looked up and looked out the window.

It was getting late at this time and the sun had already set.

Laurent picked up his cell phone and wanted to call Pamela.

But what comes from inside is that you are calling an empty number.

What are you doing? You can clearly get through before.

Why has it become an empty number now?

Laurent planned to get up and go out to find Pamela.

When I walked to the aisle, my feet were sinking, and the wooden floor actually sank into it.

Laurenter took out his feet and found something inside.

"What?"

Laurenter took it out and saw it was a dusty box.

When I opened the box, I found that there were many old photos inside.

It was all about him, Assand and Pamela when he was young.

Dingling--

A key fell to the ground.

Laurent picked it up and saw that this was the key that just hung around Pamela's neck?

How could it be here?

Is it the same style?

Laurent found the bedroom door next to him half-closed.

Laurent pushed open the door directly.

It's just a sour smell coming to my face.

The beds, tables, chairs, and cabinets in the bedroom are covered with dust.

Huh—

The cabinet was also half-closed and made a harsh sound.

When I opened the cabinet door, I found all the familiar clothes inside, all of which were worn by Pamela.

But the above is also covered with dust, I don’t know how long it has been hanging.

Laurent suddenly had a cold war.

No, it looks like no one has lived here for more than ten years.

Laurent was about to rush out of the house when he suddenly heard a sound from outside the door.

Pamela was back, but Laurent's panic did not stop, but became more and more frightened.

"Laurent, what's wrong? You look so frightened? Is something happening?"

"No, nothing." Laurent's face was a little unnatural.

"Come here and have a meal." Pamela said.

"Pamela...you..." Laurent swallowed: "Are you dead?"

Laurent thought of what Pamela had said earlier.

Twelve years ago, there was a plague here.

More than a hundred people died.

Among these more than a hundred people, is there Pamela?

"Fake Squid, you're dead." Pamela immediately cursed: "What are you talking about?"

"But you look...it looks..."

“It doesn’t look like someone lives there, does it?”

Laurenter thought to himself, did he meet a ghost today?

He didn't know if he was scaring himself.

But since Pamela went out just now, he felt something was wrong.

"Of course it is to make people feel that my mystery is. You don't know how troublesome our industry is. If you need to believe it, you need to put some effort into it."

"Are you sure? You're still alive, are you?"

Pamela lifted her sour legs and kicked Laurenter's leg.

"Stop talking nonsense there. Whether or not I eat it or not, I have finished it myself."

Seeing Pamela's familiar movement, Laurent suddenly laughed.

It's still the familiar feeling, the familiar temper.

After eating and drinking, Laurenter and Pamela began to recall their past.

And their common past.

Before we knew it, it was already dark.

The community outside is dark and there is no light to see.

Pamela lit the candle.

"I remember that back then, we were in that abandoned warehouse, and we were like this, and we were lit and spoke loudly there for many years."

"Who knows that that rogue back then turned into politics one day." Pamela said with a smile.

"The last time the three of us met was twenty years ago."

"yes."

"You and Assand are both in Los Angeles, haven't you met?"

"That old bastard is still like that, riding his motorcycle all day long, we just talked on the phone occasionally, and I also want to make money, so I never met again."

Laurent glanced at the time, and before he knew it, they had been chatting for more than four hours.

"Asander had a car accident recently, do you know?"

"I don't know, he didn't tell me, how was his injury?"

"I can't stand up yet. After a while, when he can stand up, the three of us will gather together."

"It's almost time," Pamela said.

“When?”

"Nonsense, aren't you going to mess with your daughter's boyfriend? Of course, you call him over."

"Now?"

"nonsense."

"Are you sure this trick useful? Are you sure there are evil spirits in this community?"

"I am a psychic, don't you believe me?"

"You always said that you were a psychic, but you never saw you have any special abilities."

"What do you think is a psychic? Did you perform magic on you?"
To be continued...