Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 248

Things are becoming more and more normal.

Looking back at Robb with a frown on his face, Penelope thought so in her heart, but she still did her duty as a subordinate on the surface, and finally asked:

"Do you know who else is called Tom here? Just like what I just described."

Walker, who was not sure that his mind had just been confused, thought about it and shook his head: "There is no such person in the local area. Maybe there is one among the foreign tourists. After all, the name Tom is too common, isn't it?"

"That's true."

Penelope smiled and said goodbye to Walker.

The two returned to the car.

Through the car window, I saw that Walker did not go back to the house, but picked up the lawn mower, whistling with a natural expression while tidying up his beloved lawn.

Penelope looked at Robb and said seriously: "Robb, there will be no father who can't remember his son."

Robb shook his head.

If it were someone else, facing so many ironclad facts, they might think that their memory was wrong.

But he was different.

Let's not talk about how smooth things have been going for me recently, and I haven't encountered anything that has caused me problems.

Even if there is something, and I haven't noticed it yet, such as a curse, why would it confuse my memory?

It's still related to a person who has nothing to do with me.

You can modify my perception of acquaintances, or bend my personality.

Robb thinks it's unreasonable to go to so much trouble just to distort the memory of a person named Tom.

Since it's unreasonable, it must not be my problem.

After all, if everyone thinks you are sick, there is a situation that can explain it.

That is, everyone except you is actually really sick.

"Continue! If one person can't find out, then ask more people here."

Robb waved his hand and continued to order.

Sure enough!

Penelope, who knew Robb's character very well, curled her lips helplessly.

There's no way, who makes him the boss who pays the salary.

Just like someone dancing like a pile of shit, when he took off his mask, countless people changed their words and called him "Dad".

It's about making money, no need to shiver.

Under Robb's order, the two returned to the busiest dock area and asked people who have worked here for a long time.

It was still Penelope who ran errands.

With her superb charm, she could make both men and women answer patiently.

"Excuse me, is there a boy named Tom here?"

"No? He is about eighteen years old and of medium height..."

"Okay, thank you. Then do you know that Mr. Walker who lives at No. 13 Second Avenue has any descendants?"

"..."

Seeing Penelope disagreeing or not, she still worked very hard.

Robb was not idle either.

His eyes were withdrawn from all kinds of people, such as children playing on the beach, men and women having fun on the yacht, and the old man fishing motionlessly on the dock.

After thinking about it, since Penelope was here, he decided to go back to the house to check it out.

Anything that has been here will leave its own traces.

A person's memory may be deceiving.

But the little things in life can never be concealed.

After saying something to Penelope, Robb returned to Walker.

Seeing that the other party was still concentrating on mowing the lawn, he did not disturb him and walked directly into the other party's house.

Looking around, it looked like the residence of a dirty middle-aged man.

Robb glanced at a photo posted on the refrigerator not far away.

It was a photo of Walker and his wife.

"Took it not long ago?"

The Walker in the photo looked the same as the one Robb saw at the moment, and he did not look young.

Robb, who had such a guess in his mind, had a flash of his eyes, retracted from the photo, and went straight to the second floor.

There are three bedrooms here.

One was obviously Walker's, and it smelled like smoke.

One of the rooms was empty and had not been occupied for a long time.

As for the last room.

Robb pushed open the door and looked at the environment inside which was obviously occupied, and raised his eyebrows.

Later, he searched in detail.

Through the room items such as clothes, books, and electrical appliances, Robb could determine that this was a young person's room.

What puzzled him was that even if he turned it upside down, he could not find any information about the owner of this room.

There were no clues about the name, age, identity, handwriting, fingerprints, etc.

Did Walker erase all the clues and conceal them deliberately?

No.

Walker was just an ordinary person. He had controlled his mind before, and the other party could not lie.

So how to explain this?

Did a relative's child come to stay here temporarily or something else.

Robb tapped his fingers on the desk, then came to the window, and there was noInstead of looking at Walker who was still weeding below, he looked across the window with an excellent view.

That was the neighbor's house.

Directly opposite the window was a bedroom of the neighbor's house, which was clearly visible and was indeed a good voyeuristic spot.

With Robb's excellent eyesight, he could even see the portrait of a mature woman hanging on the bed in the bedroom opposite.

At the first moment, he couldn't help but think of the plot of the boy and the mature woman mentioned by Penelope.

Really...

Penelope misled me!

Robb quickly came back to his senses and remembered the very strange things Tom said about the neighbor's woman in his memory.

If all this is true, he has to deal with the neighbor's woman.

In this case, let's go and take a look.

Robb's eyes moved and locked onto the opposite side.

Apparition.

Whoosh!

A moment later, Robb appeared in the neighbor's bedroom.

He is not Zoe, who played with Apparition and penetrated himself.

Regardless of his real magical attainments, Robb is absolutely proficient in the application of various abilities in combat and use.

The fact that he has never flipped over while using Apparition is the best proof.

Arriving at the neighbor's bedroom.

Robb glanced at the lady's portrait again, nodded slightly to show his presence, and then opened his psychic vision to check every corner of the house.

The owner of the house was away, which gave him plenty of time to check.

But unlike what he imagined, there was nothing unusual about the house.

Was what Tom said false?

Or was everything false?

Robb shook his head.

At this time, he searched the basement.

From the perspective of psychic vision, everything here was very clean, even cleaner than any place Robb had seen before.

Robb was about to leave, and his peripheral vision inadvertently found a fallen photo under the corner of the table.

He picked it up and checked it.

It was a photo of the woman in the bedroom and her husband.

There were no children.