Chapter 41 Paul: Making Money

In the car, Paul holds the phone.The detective on the other end of the phone is still chattering!Paul kept silent, and the other party also noticed something was wrong, so he shut up involuntarily.

"Make money!"

Seeing that the other party shut up, Paul said lightly, with a steady temperament!

The other side was silent for a while, and asked again:
"Are you really okay?"

Paul still said lightly:
"Address, send money!"

The opposite party was obviously a little embarrassed, and was choked by Paul.I wanted to make it clear how dangerous it was, but I didn't expect Paul and didn't listen to what he said.After taking a breath, he said slowly:
"The address is 44 Rayburn Street, the account has been sent, and I..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Paul hung up the phone directly!Then, he sent his anonymous overseas account to him!
As for why he behaved so difficult!Of course, it is to collect money and save the other party from making trouble!Strong ability, but not very good at communicating. When thinking about something, you have to weigh whether you are qualified and have this ability!

Within 2 minutes, the text message reminded that the money had arrived!Paul is in a good mood. Not only can he get money, but he can also get evolution points, which kills two birds with one stone. Why not do it?Moreover, according to the priest, if those people who died all turned into evil spirits, each with one evolution point, then the harvest this time would be quite big!
Paul transmitted directly, returned home in a flash, took a handbag, replenished the ammunition in the arsenal, put on his beloved AA12, returned to the car, and drove towards 44 Rayburn Street!
A black Saaban stopped in a quiet street.A handsome young man got out of the car, wearing a black flight jacket, blue tactical jeans, and multi-functional combat boots.Right there, Paul of 44 Raeburn Street!

Pulling out a handbag from the back seat, Paul stood outside a two-story building with a single courtyard on the side of the road.This is a traditional American-style building with good privacy and a small lawn in the yard.However, the curtains are still drawn in broad daylight, which looks extraordinarily weird!
"It's here, that's right!"

Paul, looking at the yard and the house number next to it, determined the address!

Just about to go in, a car also stopped behind Paul!A capable lady got out of the car, with blond mid-length hair and a slightly sad face, but she was very sassy!After getting out of the car, he glanced at Paul standing in front of the car and was taken aback!Obviously, he also wanted to enter this slightly vicious house!
Seeing Paul carrying a bag, the woman opened her mouth and said to Paul:

"Hey, sir! Who are you and what are you doing here? What's in your bag? I'm the police, please open your bag and be inspected!"

As she spoke, she touched her waist. Obviously, if Paul made any other moves, the policewoman would draw her gun!
Paul glanced at her indifferently, and said to himself in his heart: "It's really the same style, if you don't agree, just draw your gun!" Looking at the policewoman who was close at hand, Paul was expressionless.

Turning around abruptly, the moment she let go of the handbag, one hand grabbed the policewoman's neck in reverse, and the other hand held the wrist joint outward and held it high, pressing the policewoman against the hood of the car effortlessly.With Paul's current strength, it's easy to restrain an ordinary policeman.

Looking at the struggling policewoman, Paul said lightly:
"Don't be impulsive, it's your people who asked me to deal with the problem!"

As he said that, he lowered her gun, pointed the gun at her, and took out his mobile phone.Paul himself couldn't explain it clearly, so he called the FBI before.

After the call was connected, Paul said without waiting for the other party to speak:
"Your people are here!"

Then, he directly gave the phone to the policewoman.

The female policeman answered the phone, and after talking for a while, she seemed very unconvinced.While returning the phone to Paul, he said:

"Sir, may I go in with you? There's a case here, and I'm in charge. My name is Morton!"

Paul, still with a paralyzed face, took the phone expressionlessly!He turned around, picked up his bag, and walked into the house.The policewoman Morton's expression became even uglier, and she glared at Paul viciously.

"Wait!"

Paul, that voice without emotion came into Morton's ears.Morton was taken aback when he heard it, and then stood at the door without saying much, preparing to wait for Paul to leave.

Morton, I have read through the file of No. 44 Raeburn Street, and I know that several cases reveal weirdness!I want to investigate because of a case that just happened, and my colleagues are unwilling to continue the investigation.That's why Morton came here, trying to find out what happened, to do his duty as a policeman, and to find something to do to ease the pain of losing his husband!Now that the FBI is involved in the investigation, as long as I figure out what happened, it's okay to wait for the results of the investigation.

Looking at Paul's back, Morton secretly thought, "This facial paralysis is so mysterious, I don't know who it is? He looks amazing! The FBI didn't reveal his identity! I hope he can find out..."

Paul came to the door and knocked politely.There seems to be a voice inside, it should be a living person.After knocking a few times, but no one responded, Paul held the handle and pushed lightly, and the door opened without locking!

Stepping into the room, due to the cover of the curtains, the room looks quite dark, only the TV emits a faint light, and there is a smell of corpses. Someone is whispering something, as if to say:

"I just want to leave, can you take me away?...Take me home, I don't want to stay here..."

From time to time, Paul first followed the voice and walked over to check.

"Chicken for dinner...chicken for dinner...we're gonna have..."

The voice that seemed to be crying was still coming intermittently.

In the kitchen, there is a woman in a nightgown, with her body behind her back, cutting something.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The sound of the collision of the knife and the wooden board continued, which was especially strange and harsh in this dark environment.

Paul called out to the woman:
"Hi ma'am! What are you doing!"

The woman turned around numbly, she was an old man.Hearing Paul's voice, he turned around and put his hand in his mouth, looked at Paul and murmured:

"Will you feed me?"

Paul was taken aback by the question, and then he thought to himself, "This may be dementia, or he was scared stupid by the things in this room!"

Paul looked around cautiously.The old lady was still slowly approaching Paul, still whispering:
"William... mine... he used to feed me..."

Then, he looked behind Paul!

All of a sudden, Paul also felt something drifting behind him. Paul suddenly turned his head to look back, but the old lady suddenly stepped forward, trying to grab Paul.Paul dodged to the left abruptly, avoiding the old lady, and at the same time looked around vigilantly. From Paul's perspective, there were no evil spirits!
Looking at the old lady, the fingers of her left hand were cut off and bleeding.It turned out that she was cutting her own finger just now!
"Can you help me? Help me, help me..."

(End of this chapter)

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