Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1408 The mental problem that cannot be falsified

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Elizabeth turned her head and looked at the empty floor, temporarily preventing Yan Huang from seeing her expression clearly.

Those bare feet disappeared as soon as they entered the door.It is impossible for anyone to hide in the depths of the house in such a short period of time—at least, Yanhuang should be able to hear the sound of hurriedly running away footsteps.But even the air in the room was stagnant, and only when they entered did they suddenly stir up a pool of stagnant water.

"...Really," Elizabeth replied softly, "It shouldn't be."

"What shouldn't it be?" Yan Huang, who was originally holding a heart, immediately asked.If the subject was not a psychic, she would never have mentioned that she saw a pair of feet under the curtain just now—because even if the subject was a false psychic, she would not dare to say "everyone who sees a ghost is mentally ill".At this point, Elizabeth must protect her reputation.

"I'm surprised you saw it..." Elizabeth shook her head, led her into the room, and sat down at a dining table. "I'm even more curious, though, that you saw it in a place where it seldom goes."

"What did I see?"

Elizabeth thought for a while and said, "There are many things that ordinary people don't know."

"You know what those feet... are?"

"Of course." The psychic poured her a cup of tea, seemed to have calmed down a little, and then said with a smile: "We are also old friends, and it will follow me wherever I move."

Isn't this man a liar?
In this game, maybe there are really settings such as spirits and ghosts, so there is a psychic medium?
Yan Huang found that she had only two choices now: Either she began to believe that Elizabeth could really see ghosts, or she believed that she had severe hallucinations just now.She knew that she was in good spirits, and she really saw the pair of bare feet under the curtain with her own eyes, just as she could see Elizabeth and this table at this moment—if even she began to doubt herself, wouldn’t Heipeng be unconditional? Did you win?
If Elizabeth could really be psychic...

"I'm scared," the words rushed out of her mouth almost without thinking, and she didn't regret it until the voice echoed in the room.

Elizabeth was silent for a while, pointed to the teacup and said, "Drink it."

Yan Huang glanced at the teacup, hesitated for a second, and drank all the half-warm tea. "Here you are," she pushed back the cup with a small pile of tea leaves, and secretly decided not to say another word.She still doesn't quite believe that Elizabeth really has psychic powers. If she has, let her read the tea leaves.

"You think someone is going to do you harm, and the danger... comes from a place that should be safe."

Yes, home is supposed to be a safe place.Yan Huang's heart trembled. Looking at Elizabeth holding the cup, she said slowly, "It seems that this is your home? Well, you want to take action, but... you are held back by some reason."

action?She did make up her mind to prove that she has no mental problems at the neighborhood gathering today; but she wasn't held back by anything.If her husband wanted to harm her, she would have to resist, so why would she have any worries at all.

Did she make it up?These words were ambiguous, and she leaked a lot of information, maybe it was enough for her to weave a story.

Elizabeth was obviously very keen, her eyes swept away from her, as if she had noticed that Yan Huang was not immediately caught by her words, she frowned slightly.Probably because of some expression on his face, Yan Huang couldn't help touching his own face.

"Oh," Elizabeth said, lowering her eyes and looking at the cup, "I see something new again... Your married life is about to encounter a very serious change, no, it may have already begun."

If Yanhuang's confidence was a pointer, then it turned slightly to Elizabeth now.Even if she was blind, she was quite accurate.

"I can continue to show you," Elizabeth put down the glass and said, "But..."

This is to collect money.Yanhuang immediately reached out to touch her trouser pocket. Of course, she knew that this was just an act—she couldn't find her wallet for a long time, and all money expenses had to be paid by Heipeng; Yes, let Elizabeth go to him to beg.

"I'm not asking for money." Elizabeth's words stopped her. "Because of my next prediction, I'm afraid you won't like to hear it, and you may not believe it. I only hope that when you encounter setbacks, you can think of my warning to you... If you believe me by then, you You can come find me again."

Yan Huang raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help leaning over: "What? Will something bad happen?"

"Your opponent will gain a small victory in some way." Elizabeth put down her glass and said solemnly: "You can't prove that some of the things he said about you are false."

Yanhuang felt her heart suddenly sank.What does it mean?Before the tea conversation even started, she was sentenced to death by Elizabeth for her efforts to prove that Heipeng had been lying and that she was mentally sound?How did she know what she was going to do?

A burst of anger surged up from nowhere, making Yan Huang stand up abruptly.She was really almost fooled, how could she trust Elizabeth?If this psychic medium is really capable, would he be reduced to living in a building full of others?Although she couldn't explain those feet, she couldn't explain why Elizabeth knew what she was trying to do-but a liar must have some tricks.

She is absolutely unwilling to give up before the action begins.Besides, no matter how she looked at her plan, she felt that there was no problem with it.

"Then I'll just wait and see." Yanhuang restrained his urge to turn around and leave, and sat down again: "You say I can't prove it, so do you have a way?"

Elizabeth shook her head as if she had a plan in mind. "You still have doubts about my abilities," she said in an almost understanding tone, her amber eyes looking sincere. "I don't blame you, because I have never shown my ability among neighbors. But when my prophecy really comes true, I hope you can have a little confidence in me at that time."

Yan Huang stared at her blankly, and asked: "Is that... that's it?"

"Yes. I can't help you until you trust me." Elizabeth sighed regretfully.

Yan Huang was about to believe her—until Elizabeth checked the time, went into the kitchen, and put the box of lunch she gave her into the microwave.It was this move that poured over her head like a basin of cold water.

If Elizabeth could see everything in the tea leaves, how could she not be suspicious of the lunch?The conversation between the two just now clearly hinted that the opponent who wanted to kill her was Heipeng; the food that came out of her house and she refused to eat, just thought about who made it, how could Elizabeth dare to eat it with confidence?
The psychic probably played such a set of rhetoric on the spot based on the information revealed by her expression and words, and probably had no idea of ​​the essence of the problem.If her confidence is damaged, there may be problems in her performance. When something really goes wrong and she desperately asks Elizabeth for help, the latter will be able to speak up.

Unexpectedly, she seems to be a kind-hearted person, but she turns out to be so scheming.

For the next half an hour, Yanhuang felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles. In the midst of chatting with each other, she finally waited for the neighbors.The neighbors, like her, were obviously visiting Elizabeth's house for the first time; as soon as they entered the door, all of them showed similar expressions-surprised, nervous, and mixed with a slight resistance.

Such a spooky house would make anyone uncomfortable looking at it.

Despite Elizabeth's ominous prediction, Yan Huang felt that she performed impeccably.Yes, she was bedridden for a long time, because she had an intermittent fever, which made her a little confused.Being able to come out to take a breath and chat with everyone, I really feel a lot more relieved.Lier and Jessica are about to have their final exams, right?How's the guy Abby's been talking about lately?Pink is going to elementary school soon, right?
One set of gossip after another, shuttling back and forth in her mouth.She couldn't completely deny that she was bedridden, and she couldn't say that she had recovered from her mental problems, so she only changed Heipeng's statement slightly; she kept in mind the principle of asking more about others and less about herself, and behaved in an orderly and calm manner Generous, even if the neighbors were a little restrained when they first saw her, they laughed together many times afterwards.When someone asked about her daily life, she also gave her carefully thought-out answer: "Do housework, clean up, read books... Search the job advertisements online, and the day will pass quickly."

"Are you going to find a job?" Miss Chen asked.

"Yes," Yan Huang said with a smile, "I'm still sorting out my resume."

It worked, she told herself, half smug, half relieved, as she went to the bathroom.Even one conversation cannot completely eliminate the shadow of black friend's lies, but at least it has left an impression on the neighbors that he is sane; with a good beginning, the next step will be convenient.

She washed her hands, and when she was about to open the door, she heard the two female college students whispering in the corridor outside.

"It's really scary," the voice sounded like Jessica's, not to mention hoarse, and always seemed to be holding a mouthful of phlegm. "It's the first time I've had close contact with such a serious..."

What is so serious?
"I thought Ah Hei was exaggerating," Li Er replied in a low voice, "I didn't expect...why didn't he send Xiao Huang to the hospital?"

Yan Huang tightly gripped the doorknob, feeling dizzy.

Why?Where is she acting wrong?Did she say something wrong?

Aren't all her responses inappropriate and socially appropriate?

Elizabeth was right after all...

Yan Huang raised his head.For the first time, she felt that the psychic might be her ray of hope.

　I was so busy these two days that I turned around, only to realize that I missed an update on the 1st... Now I am sitting on the floor of the airport departure hall, using a chair as a table, and just finished typing.Everyone should have a plan for the National Day holiday, right?

　
(End of this chapter)