Chapter 222 Brain replacement surgery in the villa, different target persons
After Su Fan took a brief look at the old man in the morgue, he no longer focused on that weird family.
Since there is no evil spirit or demonic presence, these things are not within his jurisdiction.
However, you can call Chief Dyson or Carl and ask them to investigate and deal with it, which can also add some highlights to their resumes.
No...
There is no participation of demons and evil beings, which means that the entire incident was completely planned and implemented by humans.
The follow-up may reveal a lot of dark truths.
[As long as the notice is in place, it’s up to them whether they want to go or not. 】
Su Fan looked up at the sky, enjoying the refreshing cool breeze unique to the season.
Thearesia's injuries have been treated, and Anne is fine.
It's almost time to go back.
Su Fan sat for a while, got up and walked towards the door of the hospital.
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Early December.
In a pleasant lakeside manor somewhere far away from the city.
Many black luxury cars parked together, and many well-dressed old people stepped out one after another.
They were all invited guests to attend the funeral.
At this moment, from the second floor window of the villa, a black man was looking at the guests below with a somewhat anxious expression.
His name is Chris Washington, and he is the boyfriend of the daughter of the current owner of this manor.
Later, he will serve as the son-in-law of this family, meeting and socializing with many guests.
To be fair, this was the first time for him, who had lost his father and mother since childhood, to see such a scene.
Although the clothes of all the visitors below look simple, anyone who has seen a little bit of the world can tell that they are high-end handmade custom-made suits.
The price of any one piece is enough to earn him a wage earner for several months, or even several years.
At this moment, Chris suddenly felt someone beside him. Before he could turn around, he felt his arm being wrapped in a warm and soft embrace.
The familiar aroma coming from the tip of his nose was enough to make him guess who the visitor was.
“My dear, don’t be too nervous.”
The beautiful girlfriend with a beautiful smile raised her head and comforted him.
"They are nothing special, they are just a bunch of old guys who are about to die."
"I will accompany you throughout the banquet, don't worry."
“Thank you, Ruth, I feel better now.”
My girlfriend’s encouragement is not meaningless talk.
Although they have only known each other for less than a few months, the relationship between the two has become like a glue.
Ruth is not as arrogant and superficial as ordinary white girls. She has a gentle and cheerful personality, and is well-educated and sensible.
Not only that, she had never looked at him through colored glasses.
This made Chris, who had been looked down upon since childhood, feel a warmth he had never experienced before.
"I'll go down and take a look first. After you pack up, remember to come find me."
After giving a kiss, Ruth turned and left the room.
Shortly after she left, the phone in Chris' pocket rang.
"Aren't you planning to come back? I told you, don't stay with white people for a long time, they have no good intentions towards you at all."
"I told you so, Rhodes How many times, Ruth, she is different from others.”
"Come on, man, how many times have you said this fucking thing? After falling in love, your brain is like being gnawed by a dog, and your IQ has plummeted."
Hearing that my good brother He still holds the white threat theory as before and is hostile to his beloved girlfriend.
Chris immediately told him about an episode that happened on the way to the manor.
At that time, he was sitting in the passenger seat and talking and laughing with Ruth who was driving, but he did not expect that a deer suddenly jumped out of the jungle on the roadside.
The deer hit by the high-speed vehicle naturally died unexpectedly, and they were at a loss and could only contact the local police.
After asking about the specific situation as a routine, the police suddenly asked to check Chris’ driver’s license and ID.
Logically speaking, Chris, who was sitting in the passenger seat and had nothing to do with the accident, had no investigative value at all.
The white police officer asked to see the driver’s license purely because of Chris’ skin color.
He had long been accustomed to this kind of thing, but he did not protest. He just smiled helplessly and took out his ID.
Unexpectedly, Ruth reacted greatly to this. Not only did she stop him from handing over his driver's license, but she also expressed her dissatisfaction directly to the police officer.
The police officer knew that he was wrong and did not want to be accused of being a racist, so he could only leave in despair.
Ruth's spontaneous protection at that time seemed to Chris to be a true expression of her feelings.
"Brother, where can I find such a good girl? Tell me."
After finishing the narration, Chris asked.
After hearing this, Rhodes seemed to be a little shaken, but his tone soon became firm again.
"Anyway, there is nothing wrong with you being careful in everything.
"Think about it calmly, you have a superior family background, fair skin, good looks and a good figure, and you are not racially profiled. For such a good girl, why did others choose you when no one else chose her? "
As soon as the words left his mouth, Rhodes realized that there was an ambiguity in what he said, and immediately spoke faster and added explanation.
"Sorry, brother, I said that. That's not what it means. ”
"But didn't you still think their family was weird before? The old woman also offered to hypnotize you or something.
I remember she said that you were her first black boyfriend, right? Is it possible that in college Have no black people ever pursued her?
This is too suspicious.”
Chris did not hear the subsequent explanation.
Because before Rhodes could start to explain, he hung up the phone and put it on the table.
He thought that after spending so long together, he understood Ruth better than Rhodes.
The so-called threats and ulterior motives are simply persecutory paranoia.
【Ruth is different from them. 】
Chris recalled the sweet moments between himself and his girlfriend, and he became more and more sure.
Take him home to see his grandfather for the last time, and attend the meeting with the guests together...
Ruth has come to fully consider herself a member of the family and is working hard to help him integrate into the family.
How can I hold myself back?
With this thought in mind, Chris tidied up his appearance and walked out of the bedroom.
He will seize this hard-won happiness and grow old together with Ruth...
Grow old together...
In the empty room, light comes in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sunlight gradually shifted and finally dimmed.
Instead, there is almost negligible starlight.
The black guy who was supposed to stay tonight did not come back. There was only a mobile phone left, which vibrated from time to time to alert for incoming calls, but no one answered.
At this moment, it is in a secret room on the first floor of the villa.
A white man in a surgical gown was taking out the brain of the old white man in front of him and putting it into another body covered with white cloth.
And at the edge of the white cloth, a black-skinned hand slipped down...
In the corridor separated by just a wall, two figures were talking to each other.
“This time is as smooth as ever, Ruth.”
“Recently, the police department in Los Angeles has intensified its investigation. Jeremy can no longer be the same as before. Acting wantonly."
"The whole family business depends on you."
The white woman looked at the woman in front of her and smiled.
"The one inside fetched a good price, did you know?
The person who bought his body was a famous rich man... We made a lot of money. It's all thanks to you."
"It's a trivial matter, Mom."
A mechanical smile appeared at the corner of the woman's mouth.
Different from the approachable image of her hair hanging down during the day, at this time she was all white and her hair was tied into a ponytail.
The cold-toned light made her skin pale, as if there was no trace of warmth.
Seeing her daughter's appearance, the woman sighed.
"Will it have any impact if I need you to do this every time?
I think you were kind to him before. Do you have any real feelings for him?"
She watched all the interactions between her daughter and the black man during the day.
"Not at all...those are just his illusions..."
"How can you deceive others if you don't deceive yourself? As long as there is a trace of something wrong in the process, The prey may escape. ”
In the long-term discrimination, the discriminated against will always become sensitive and suspicious, and every detail will be noticed.
Perfect acting skills are to truly immerse yourself in the scene, and then withdraw from the emotions after the scene is over.
"After all, how can I have feelings for products."
Ruth's words were cold and there was no warmth at all during the day.
"Then, who is the target next time? If there is no special target, I will choose it myself."
In Ruth's calm tone, she suddenly said Some excitement.
It seems that he is very addicted to this kind of hunting-like action.
"What a natural hunter..."
Looking at her daughter's eagerness to try, the woman showed a satisfied look.
"The next target has been designated. Someone is paying a lot of money to get his body."
As she said that, the woman took out some photos from the bag.
Looking at the appearance of the young man among them, Ruth raised her head and glanced at her mother to confirm again.
"Are you sure the target this time is him?"
(End of Chapter)