As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

Although she was a little scared, she was more curious in her heart, and walked towards the wall that Betty had broken open.

The lights in the room were not turned on, so she could only look into the wall with the moonlight outside the window.

"what!"

After seeing the existence of the hollow part of the wall, the roommate let out a terrified scream!

In the hollow part of the wall, there is a bone shelf.

The corpse has all been turned into white bones, except for the long, unseasoned hair on the skull, suggesting that the owner of this skeleton should be a woman!

After he died, he was built into a wall!

The wrist part of the skull frame has a green bracelet, which should be made of green meteorite.

"This!"

Although she was a little scared, the detective soul in Betty worked to suppress her inner fear and said to her friend, "I finally know why after I moved into this room, I kept seeing a woman with disheveled hair and blood! It's her, It was this woman who was buried in the wall after her death and kept reminding me to dig her out!"

"You!"

The roommate's eyes widened, looking at Betty who was still talking.

All found the corpse built into the wall, what reasoning are you still doing!

At this time, shouldn't the most important thing to do is not to call the police?

Ignoring her friend's resentment, Betty stretched out her hand and curiously touched the bracelet in the female corpse's hand.

An icy cold feeling penetrated into her soul, suddenly attacked her body.

Betty felt an indescribable presence attacking her body and began to want to take ownership of her body.

Consciousness began to gradually blur, and control over the body became weaker and weaker.

Until the last consciousness completely closed, immersed in the black ocean.

"Betty, are you okay?"

Seeing Betty trembling with her eyes closed, her friend touched her body suspiciously and asked her.

Suddenly opening her eyes, "Betty" flashed a different light, showing a somewhat unfamiliar smile to her roommate.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little sad. A young girl in bloom was killed like this, and she was placed here by the murderer. She is so pitiful!"

"How do you know if she is a teenage girl or was killed?"

The roommate asked Betty.

"I can always guess a lot of things, so there's no doubt about it, just like I always guessed the truth of most things before us."

Betty smiled at her roommate, "Maybe you should call the police!"

"Ah, yes, I'll notify the police immediately!"

The roommate immediately ran outside.

At this time, Betty, whose soul in her body had been replaced by another person, took away the smile on her face and looked at the female corpse in the wall.

"No matter what, I will spread the fire of my vengeance!"

The woman with a stern look in her eyes whispered to herself.

Metropolis, Eric walked on the city streets with Rachel in his arms.

For him at this time, holding his sister for a walk has become one of the few behaviors that can keep him in a happy mood.

Walking a few steps along the street, I found a familiar figure standing on the side of the road.

Lana was looking left and right as she prepared to cross the street.

After glancing at Eric, he immediately trotted towards Eric.

"Hey, Eric!"

Lana was very happy to meet Eric on the street.

"I was just thinking about going to visit Uncle Jonathan in the hospital, but I didn't expect to see you here."

"It's a bit of a coincidence."

Eric replied casually, looking at the other party's clothes.

A light yellow Nizi windbreaker, sunglasses and slightly bright lipstick.

The other party's dress even made Eric wonder if he was dating.

"You are this?"

Eric asked the other party, "On a date?"

When Eric said he was dating, Lana immediately blushed and shook her head in denial.

But Eric didn't wait for her to speak, and shook his head directly, "Probably not. After all, Clark now has another temporary soul mate."

"Um?"

Listening to Eric's words, Lana showed a surprised expression.

But he quickly adjusted his mood and said, "I'm not dating, but I heard that there is a very famous fortune-telling shop nearby."

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Chapter 245 The Capitol Hill Massacre

Neon lights flickered in the shop windows on the street.

The neon text reads: palm reading, tarot cards, fortune telling.

"I never thought you would be interested in this kind of stuff."

Eric glanced at Lana.

"When I was working on the farm with Aunt Nell, I heard her tell stories about divination. And"

Lana took a deep breath, "I was possessed by witches before. Although most of my memories at that time are blurred, I have become interested in witchcraft culture since then."

"Witchcraft?"

Eric shook his head, did not speak any more, and walked directly to the fortune-telling shop next door.

Lana immediately followed in his footsteps.

"Chloe once told me that the shopkeeper here can always accurately predict her inner thoughts."

Perhaps thinking that Eric didn't believe it, Lana said to Eric, "I believe that Chloe will never exaggerate."

Eric walked to the store with Rachel, who was already asleep, and said, "Chloe's profession is a reporter. You have to believe that the most important feature of a reporter is exaggeration and alarmism."

As he spoke, he looked at the fortune-telling shop in front of him.

I expected to see a lot of vulgar and mystical things of the new age, such as crystal balls, purple tassels, wind chimes and pungent incense, and fat cats on pillows.

But in Eric's eyes, only small shops with fluorescent lights on and knitting fans like to visit.

Soft blankets, baby hats and bundles of yarn are displayed on brown shelves.

There was no cat, but there was a potbellied beagle napping under the table and looking very unfriendly.

The woman sitting behind the desk doesn't have too many gypsy features, but more like a notary.

Light gray wool sweater, red hair, and reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.

When the woman saw Eric and Lana come in, a dry expression appeared on her face.

"Welcome, is there anything I can do?"

"I thought this was a place for fortune-telling, sorry."

Lana thought she thought the knitting shop was a fortune-telling shop, and stepped back while apologizing.

"I am a psychic."

The woman said to Lana, "You can call me Miss Nancy."

Eric looked at the surrounding furnishings and asked, "A psychic who knits sweaters?"

"I do knit some things, women, you have to find ways to support yourself."

The woman explained to Eric.

"Please sit down!"

After explaining to the two, the woman motioned for Eric and Lana to sit down.

"So. How much do you guys charge for this?"

Eric did not stop his speech and continued to ask the other party.

"Forty, but I can assure you, it's not a trick."

The woman's voice was a little serious.

Eric stared at the other party's slightly trembling right hand, suspecting that the other party must also smoke or smoked before.

"This is not a trick to fool people, nor is it a mystical trick, spiritualism is real!"

Perhaps because she was afraid that the forty yuan she had won would fly away, the woman explained to Lana again.

"I know."

Lana said she believed in such things.

"I've been possessed by a soul, I know that experience, it's like your consciousness being banished into a deep pool of water, constantly falling into the depths, you struggle desperately, but you can't be rescued, slowly, Your control over your body is gradually eroding."

"That was an amazing experience!"

The woman looked at Lana in surprise, "It is indeed possible for a living person's body to be occupied by a dead person's soul, as long as the dead person's soul is strong enough, or if a deep bond is established between the two, he will Can compete for the ownership of the body of the living.”

"But psychic, it's not that simple."

Eric has been quietly listening to the other party's speech, and when he heard the other party say "not easy", he took out two banknotes and slid towards the other party.

"If your fortune-telling is accurate, I can buy you a hat you knitted, or something."

Eric was indeed interested in the other party's divination.

He thought of Ms. Cassandra, who used to be a nursing home.

Ms. Cassandra can also see the future of others, but not through so-called psychics, but by touching other people's bodies.

Although Cassandra tragically passed away while she peeked into her own future, Eric developed a keen interest in the future that Cassandra saw.

What did Ms. Cassandra see in her final moments of life?

Miss Nancy smiled at Eric, took the money from him, and stuffed it into the collar of the sweater.

To be precise, it was stuffed into a deep ravine.

"How do you want to count? Tarot cards, or palm reading? I can use tea leaves to fortune my destiny!"

Ms. Nancy said to Eric and the two.

"If I had to choose, I wouldn't need any of these!"

Eric changed his posture holding Rachel, "Beautiful cards, secrets contained in palm prints, I usually don't need such a gimmick. I know a woman who does it by touching her skin, so. You do it this way, right?"

Eric didn't know the other party's divination method, just thought of Ms. Cassandra and said casually.

Ms. Nancy, who was opposite, was stunned for a moment.

After a long while, he said to Eric, "You are right."

She smiled reluctantly, and wrinkles formed on her face.

Reaching out his left hand towards Eric, "Give me your hand."

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand to Lana, "And you, girl, if your destiny intersects, then my psychics can see the future of your life in the scene where you intersect."

Lana looked at Eric nervously.