Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1403: Mental problems that cannot be falsified

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Elizabeth turned her head and looked at the empty floor, and Yan Huang could not see her expression clearly for a moment.

The pair of bare feet disappeared as soon as they entered the door. It was impossible for anyone to hide deep in the house in such a short period of time - at least, Yan Huang should be able to hear the sound of hurried footsteps. But even the air in the room was stagnant. Only when they entered did a pool of stagnant water suddenly stir.

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

"What shouldn't be done?" Yan Huang, who was originally worried, 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 fake psychic, she would not dare to say that "everyone who sees ghosts is mentally ill." From this point on, Elizabeth had to protect her reputation.

"I'm surprised you actually saw it..." Elizabeth shook her head, led her into the house, and sat down at a dining table. "But what's more surprising to me is that you saw it in a place where it rarely goes."

"What did I see?"

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

"Do you know what those feet... are?"

"Of course." The psychic poured her a cup of tea and seemed to calm down a little before saying with a smile: "We are old friends. It will follow me wherever I move."

Isn’t this man a liar?

In this game, maybe there really are spirits, ghosts and the like, so that’s why a psychic appears?

Yan Huang found that she now had only two choices: either start to believe that Elizabeth could really see ghosts, or think that she had just had a serious hallucination. She knew that she was mentally okay. She really saw the pair of bare feet under the curtains with her own eyes, as clearly as she could see Elizabeth and the table at this moment - if even she began to doubt herself, wouldn't Heipeng be unconditional? Has the land won?

If Elizabeth could really be psychic...

"I'm scared," these four words rushed out of her mouth almost without thinking. It wasn't until the sound echoed in the room that she regretted it.

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

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

"You think someone is going to harm you, 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. He looked at Elizabeth holding the cup and said slowly: "It looks like it's your home? Well, you wanted to take action, but... you were held back for some reason."

Action? She had indeed planned to prove that she had no mental problems at the neighborhood gathering today; but she did not let anything hold her back. If her husband wants to harm her, she has to resist. How can she have any worries?

Did she make it up? The words were ambiguous, and she had leaked a lot of information, which might be enough for her to weave a story.

Elizabeth was obviously very keen. She glanced at her, as if she had noticed that her words did not catch Yan Huang immediately, and she frowned slightly. Probably because of some expression on his face, Yan Huang couldn't help but touch his face.

"Oh," Elizabeth lowered her eyes and looked at the cup and said, "I saw something new... Your married life is about to encounter a very major change, no, maybe it has already begun."

If Yan Huang's confidence was a pointer, it would now turn slightly towards Elizabeth. Even if she was blind, she was quite accurate.

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

This is going to charge money. Yanhuang immediately reached for 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 the money expenses had to be passed through the hands of the black friend; she just said that she forgot to bring it. Now, let Elizabeth go find him.

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

Yan Huang raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but lean forward: "What? Will something bad happen?"

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

Yan Huang felt his heart suddenly sink. What does it mean? Before the tea talk even started, her efforts to prove that Hei Peng had been lying and that she was mentally sound were sentenced to death by Elizabeth first? How did she know what she was planning to do?

A surge of anger surged up from nowhere, causing Yan Huang to stand up. She really was almost fooled, how could she trust Elizabeth? If this psychic was really capable, would he be reduced to living in a building just to make ends meet? Although she couldn't explain those feet or why Elizabeth knew her intentions - but liars had to have some tricks up their sleeves.

She is absolutely unwilling to give up before the action begins. Besides, no matter how she looked at her plan, she thought there was nothing wrong with it.

"Then I'll wait and see," Yan Huang suppressed his urge to turn away and sat down again: "You said I can't prove it, do you have a way?"

Elizabeth shook her head as if she was confident. "You still have doubts about my abilities," she said in a tone of near understanding, her amber eyes looking sincere. "I don't blame you, because I have never shown my ability among my neighbors. But when my prediction does come true, I hope you can have a little faith in me."

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

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

Yan Huang was about to believe her - until Elizabeth looked at the time, entered the kitchen, and put the box of lunch she gave her into the microwave. It was this move that poured cold water on her head.

If Elizabeth could really see everything from 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 harm her was Hei Peng; the meal that came out of her house and that she refused to eat, she knew who cooked it just by thinking about it, how could Elizabeth dare to eat it with confidence?

I am afraid that this psychic used such a rhetoric on the spot based on the information revealed by her expression and words. I am afraid that she has no idea about the essence of the problem. If her confidence is damaged, she may naturally have problems with her performance. When something really goes wrong and she desperately seeks help from Elizabeth, the latter will be able to speak loudly.

I didn’t expect that she seemed to be a kind-hearted person, but she turned out to be so scheming.

For the next half hour, Yanhuang was on pins and needles, chatting with each other until the neighbors finally arrived. The neighbors were obviously visiting Elizabeth's house for the first time like she was; upon entering, they all showed similar expressions - surprised, nervous, and slightly resistant.

Anyone who looks at such a ghostly house will feel uncomfortable.

Despite Elizabeth's ominous warning, Yan Huang felt that his performance was impeccable. Yes, she was bedridden for a long time because she had an intermittent fever that made her a little confused. I feel so relieved to be able to come out and take a breath and chat with everyone. Li Er and Jessica are about to have their final exams, right? How is Abby's latest boyfriend? Pink will go to elementary school soon, right?

One set of gossip after another went back and forth in her mouth. She could not completely deny that she was bedridden, nor could she say that her mental problems were cured, so she only slightly changed Hei Peng's words; she kept in mind the principle of asking more about others and talking less about herself, and behaved in an organized and calm manner. She was so generous that even though the neighbors were a little reserved when they first saw her, they all laughed together many times later. When someone asked about her daily life, she also gave her carefully thought-out answer: "Doing housework, cleaning, reading... Search for job advertisements online, and the day goes by quickly."

"Are you planning to find a job?" Ms. Chen asked.

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

Very successful, she said to herself, half proud and half relaxed, as she went to the bathroom. Even if one conversation cannot completely eliminate the shadow of Hei Peng's lies, at least it will leave an impression on the neighbors that he is sane; with a good beginning, the next step will be convenient.

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

"It's really scary," the voice sounded like Jessica's. Not only was it rough, but it also always seemed like it had a mouthful of phlegm in it. "This is my first time to have such a serious encounter at close range..."

What is so serious?

"I originally thought Ah Hei was exaggerating," Li Er whispered, "I didn't expect...why didn't he send Xiao Huang to the hospital?"

Yan Huang clutched the door handle tightly, feeling like the world was spinning.

Why? What's wrong with her behavior? Did she say something wrong?

Wasn’t all her responses appropriate and socially acceptable?

Elizabeth was right after all...

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