Chapter 590: Are you dead? (Seventh, ask for a monthly pass)

"Do you say this key?" Pamela lowered 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 the same, but she made it from gold, and she gave it to that bastard."
Pamela shook the key in her hand: "It's a pity why I didn't make this gold."
"It's weird to have a key on your neck."
"If your wife hangs one, you won't say that." Pamela narrowed her eyes to Laurent.
Not long after, the takeaway was delivered to the community door, and Pamela went out to get the takeaway.
Laurent waited leisurely, but waited left and right, and did not see Pamela return.
Laurent was bored and took the book from the shelf.
This is a very old book, the hard paper surface of which has been cracked, and the title is unclear.
Open it casually, but saw a picture on it.
On this picture are thirteen different key patterns.
However, the following text is incomprehensible. It is better to say that it is a pattern than a text.
Laurent has never seen such a weird font.
Just two steps, Pamela is not back yet?
Laurent looked up out of the window.
It's not too late at this time, and the sun has set.
Laurent picked up the phone and wanted to call Pamela.
But it came from inside that you dialed an empty number.
What? Obviously they had been working before.
Why is it empty now?
Laurent plans to get up and find Pamela.
When I walked down the aisle, my feet sank, and the wooden floor sank in.
Laurent took out his foot and found something inside.
"what?"
Laurent took it out and saw it was a dusty box.
Open the box and find many old photos inside.
All of them were photos of him, Assand, Pamela when he was young.
Ding Ling
A key fell to the ground.
Laurent picked it up and looked. Isn't this the key that just hung around Pamela's neck?
How come here?
Is it the same style?
Laurent found the bedroom door next to her half-covered.
Laurent opened the door directly.
It was just a sour taste.
The beds, tables, chairs, and cabinets in the bedroom are full of accumulated dust.
Giggle--
The cabinet was also half-covered, making a harsh noise.
Opening the cabinet door, all the familiar clothes inside were worn by Pamela.
It ’s just all dust, I do n’t know how long it has been hanging.
Laurent suddenly fought a cold war.
No, it looks like no one has lived there for more than a decade.
Laurent was about to rush out of the room, and suddenly heard a voice outside the door.
Pamela returned, but Laurent's panic didn't stop, but grew more frightened.
"Laurent, what's wrong? You look very panicked? Has anything happened?"
"No, nothing." Laurent's face was a little unnatural.
"Come over to eat," Pamela said.
"Pamela ... you ..." Lauren swallowed. "Are you dead?"
Laurent thought of what Pamela had said before.
Twelve years ago, there was a plague here.
More than a hundred people died.
Is Pamela among the more than a hundred people?
"Facky squid, you're dead." Pamela yelled suddenly, "What are you talking about?"
"But you look here ... look ..."
"Doesn't it look like someone lives?"
Laurent thought to himself if he had encountered a ghost today.
He didn't know if he was scaring himself.
But since Pamela went out just now, he felt a bit wrong.
"Of course it is to make people feel mysterious here. You don't know how troublesome our business is. You need to believe it, you need a little effort."
"Are you sure? Are you still alive?"
Pamela lifted her old sour leg and stomped on Laurent's leg.
"Less there is nonsense, whether to eat or not, I have finished eating myself."
Seeing Pamela's familiar movement, Laurent suddenly laughed.
Still the familiar feeling, the familiar temper.
After eating and drinking, Laurent and Pamela began to recall their past.
And their common past.
Before he knew it, it was dark.
The community outside is dark, and there is no light.
Pamela lit a candle.
"Remember that we were in that abandoned warehouse, so were you, me, and Assand, lighting a fire and talking loudly there for many years."
"Who knows, that rogue then changed his position to politics one day." Pamela said with a smile.
"The last three of us met 20 years ago."
"Yes."
"You and Assand are in Los Angeles. Didn't you meet?"
"That old is still like that, riding a scooter all day, we just talk occasionally, and I want to make money, so I do n’t see each other again.
Laurent glanced at the time, and before they knew it, they had been talking for more than four hours.
"Assand has had a car accident recently, do you know?"
"I don't know. He didn't tell me. How is his injury?"
"I can't stand up yet. After a while, when he can stand up, the three of us get together."
"It's almost time," Pamela said.
"What time?"
"Nonsense, aren't you trying to fix your daughter's boyfriend, of course, calling him over."
"now?"
"nonsense."
"Are you sure this trick works? Are you sure this community has evil spirits?"
"I'm a psychic. Don't you believe me?"
"You always said that you were a psychic, but you never saw you have any special ability."
"What do you think a psychic is? Is it a magic show for you?"
"Alright alright."
Laurent picked up the phone and dialed Chen Ye's phone number.
"Laurent, are you coming back tonight?" Chen Yan said aggressively.
"Chen, I'm with a friend now. The drink is too much. You come and pick me up."
"Do you think I'll take care of you? Call your car back."
"I'm a bit remote here and can't get a car."
"Then you come back by yourself." Chen Yan was too lazy to care about Laurent.
"Don't do this, Chen, I'm Fari's father."
Chen Kun was upset for a while, this old would only use this trick to beat him.
"Are there any traps waiting for me?"
"No, no, absolutely, I swear to you, there is absolutely no such thing. Besides, do you think the trap is useful to you?"
"Well, where is the address?"
Chen Yun didn't believe Laurent's words, this old must have arranged some traps, waiting for himself to jump in.
However Chen Chen wanted to see what tricks he had prepared.