Chapter 98 Detective: Wait a minute, you mean the antique shop owner? During the tarot reading about Grant, Haley lost her composure. When the other person says that he doesn’t know his zodiac sign, you can tell without hesitation that he is a Leo. She spoke carefully, deconstructing the cards she had drawn. "Generous, loyal, and a natural leader..." At this moment, Grant once again questioned Haley, which made the latter a little angry. "Leo is also willful and arrogant, always thinking they are right. The tower corresponding to Mars can represent destruction and devastation." "It's in your seventh house of relationships, so instead of listening and understanding, you're adding fuel to the fire." Hearing this, Grant's face showed some displeasure and he turned his head to the side. "Why don't I understand?"
"I'm reading the horoscope, not talking about what's going on between us." "That sounds like it's talking about us." "I do not have……" "Maybe you should look at your own astrological interpretation." Having said that, Grant stood up with a sullen look on his face. And Haley happened to see the thirteenth card in the middle. "Wait a minute! The devil represents your dark side. You are embarking on a dark path. Next, you must face your demons and make sacrifices, or risk losing important people..." Haley's deconstruction did not win Grant's trust. He just thought it was a metaphor for their feelings and turned and left the living room. Lucas immediately stood up and followed, and the originally lively atmosphere suddenly became quiet. After Grant left, Haley started shuffling again. Now, she wants to predict her fortune. And the results this time were similar as always. She drew the death card. Love will be the cause of her death. It also seems to symbolize her unrequited love. After a night of fun, everyone was tired and found their favorite room to rest. In the living room, the box containing the tarot cards released a burst of scarlet light, as if it could breathe, flickering on and off... The next morning.
"I said that the so-called shop owner was just playing tricks." Lucas sat in the back seat of the car, looking like he had seen through everything. "We all did divination last night, and nothing happened." "Okay, okay, whatever you want..." Elise covered her forehead with her hands, obviously having no interest in Lucas's boastful speech. "If you don't have any way to cure my headache, please stop talking. I'm in a bad mood now." "It's your own fault, Iris. You can't blame others. Look, Haley and the others are all fine." Everyone except the two of them was busy packing up and driving back to school. When passing by a gas station to refuel, Lucas suddenly excitedly slapped the car window to show everyone his good luck. It turned out that he had just bought a scratch card when he was bored, and he won seven hundred dollars in one go! The prizes along the way seemed to add more fun to the trip. But everyone seemed to have forgotten the deconstruction Haley gave Lucas last night. ------ By the time they returned to their student dormitory, it was already night. In the dormitory where Elise lived, all the other students went to participate in fraternity activities, leaving her alone. What the latter wanted was this leisure time, to enjoy the quiet and spacious environment alone, take a hot bath, and chat on the phone with her best friend Peggy. When I came out, I suddenly found that the ladder to the attic had fallen down at some point. "Well, maybe our dorms should strengthen public moral education." Iris sighed helplessly. "anyone there?" She called out tentatively towards the attic, but there was no response. The dark attic above made Iris feel uneasy. In the empty dormitory, only Iris's voice continued to echo... She suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and her hair stood on end. She immediately pushed the ladder up, closed the attic door, and quickly returned to her room. But not long after, a muffled sound suddenly came from the tightly closed dormitory door! Boom! Then there was the sound of footsteps. It was as if someone pushed the door hard and then ran away quickly. Elise got up and opened the door, but saw no one. Confused, she looked towards the corridor, only to find that the stairs she had pushed up had been lowered again at some point... A dark shadow appeared behind her...
Iris turned on the light, turned around as if she sensed something, but saw that there was no one behind her. She looked toward the attic and tentatively called out her roommate's name. "Natalie? Claire?" There was no response to the call, and suddenly there was a snicker in the silent corridor. Such a subtle sound is particularly obvious at this moment. At this moment, Iris felt relieved. It looked like this was a prank played by her two roommates. Thinking of this, Iris smiled and walked quietly to the bottom of the attic. At this moment, there was a noise in the attic. This made Iris even more certain that someone was playing a silly joke. She took one step at a time... Climb the stairs and head towards the dark end... Elise stood on the stairs, leaning her upper body into the attic. There is no sign of my roommate here, I can't see anything. The small flashlight she carried with her became the only source of light here. Where the light shines, there are only debris and no signs of human activity. However, in the darkness, a pair of black feet passed behind Iris's head... Iris turned her head quickly but saw nothing. Below the stairs, the lights in the corridor seemed to malfunction suddenly, flickering continuously until they went out. "Who! Who's down there?" She finally felt something was wrong, and there was fear in her voice. But still no one answered, only snickering... Suddenly, a strong light came from above. She looked up and saw that the scene in the attic had changed. All the debris disappeared, and in their place were rows of burning candles! Candles surrounded Iris, who was standing on a ladder in the middle, and the attic was full of inverted crosses hanging! Iris looked at everything in front of her in horror, and suddenly found an extra card in front of her. She picked it up tremblingly and found that it was the priestess she had drawn last night. Suddenly, behind the cards, a terrifying woman with a rotten face and a white cloth covering her eyes quickly crawled towards her and roared! The black blood also dyed the horrible woman's teeth black and dripped onto the wooden board! Such a horrifying scene made Iris unable to keep her balance and she fell heavily to the ground! The latter's cell phone also slipped to the floor not far away. "DiDi Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di..."
The phone screen lit up and the caller ID showed it was Peggy. The light in the darkness suddenly gave Iris, who was in great pain, hope of survival. She endured the pain of the broken bone and squirmed forward, but just as she was about to touch the phone, an invisible force dragged her under the ladder! The sharp claws grabbed the ladder from above, lifted it high, and dropped it heavily, breaking Iris's back! The extreme pain made the latter unable to make a sound, his face turned pale, as if he was trying to squeeze out the air from his lungs... But the torture was far from over. The wooden ladder became a murder weapon, again and again... until the woman's back was broken into pieces and she was no longer breathing. Blood splattered on the phone screen, and Peggy continued to call, a call that no one would ever answer... Soon, Elise's body was found. Call the police and inform the family... It was not until Haley and the others were called by the police to cooperate with the investigation that they learned that Iris had died on the night they parted... "You all don't have a sufficient alibi, and you have had contact with the deceased..." The policeman who was looking through the documents occasionally looked up at the young people in front of him. "I hope you can answer my questions honestly to avoid getting yourself into trouble." "Are you doubting that we killed Elise?! This is ridiculous!" Grant understood what the other party meant at that time. "We have no motive..." "There doesn't necessarily need to be a sufficient motive. There are too many murders in the heat of the moment..." The policeman was halfway through his speech when the door was pushed open by a man in a coat. "Detective..." Upon seeing the other party, the policeman immediately stood up straight and saluted. "I'm here to see how the case is going and have a few words. Is that ok?" "of course not!" The detective turned and looked at the three men and three women gathered in front of him. The expressions on their faces reminded him of what happened a few months ago. [It was exactly the same expression as the one on Jamie’s face at that time.] He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. "I won't waste any more time talking nonsense. Your confessions are fine, and there are no signs of your activities at the scene." "But I hope you can tell us exactly what you did before the incident. This will help the progress of the investigation."
"Everything? Including going to the bathroom and sleeping?" The fat boy Paxton asked stupidly. "Of course not. I'm talking about something special..." "Special things..." Everyone was at a loss for a moment, so they just had a party and got drunk, but apart from that, they did nothing else... However, Haley immediately remembered something and looked up at the detective. "We found a special deck of tarot cards and did some divination. I wonder if this counts as..." "Special...what's so special about it?" The detective did not let go of this clue. But Lucas and Madeline on one side were a little anxious. "Haley?!" "How can you take this kind of thing seriously?" "Could it be that you really took the words of that liar antique shop owner seriously?" "Wait a minute...you mean, the antique shop owner?!" The originally calm detective suddenly stepped forward, put his hands on the table, and approached Lucas! "Which antique shop owner!" I don't know why I can't change the chapter title. I will find a way to solve it before noon tomorrow. It's not that there is no chapter title. (End of this chapter)