I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 222: Brain replacement surgery in the villa, different target person
After Su Fan took a quick look at the old man in the morgue, he no longer focused his attention on that strange family.

Since there is no sign of evil spirits or demons, these things are not within his jurisdiction.

However, we can call Sheriff Dyson or Carl and ask them to investigate and handle the matter, which will add some highlights to their resumes.

Do not……

Without the involvement of demons and evil beings, it means that the entire incident was completely planned and implemented by humans.

What happens next may lead to a lot of dark truths.

[It’s enough to just notify them. It’s up to them whether they are willing to go or not. ]

Su Fan looked up at the sky, enjoying the refreshing cool breeze unique to this season.

Theresa's injuries were treated and Anne was fine too.

It's about time to go back.

Su Fan sat for a while, then stood up and walked towards the hospital entrance.
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early december.

In a scenic lakeside manor somewhere far away from the city.

Many black luxury cars were parked together, and many well-dressed elderly people got out of them one after another.

They were all invited guests to the funeral.

At this moment, from the second-floor window of the villa, a black guy was looking at the guests below with an anxious look on his face.

His name is Chris Washington, and he is the boyfriend of the daughter of the current owner of the manor.

Later, as the son-in-law of this family, he will meet and socialize with many guests.

To be fair, this was the first time for him, who lost his father and mother when he was young, to see such a scene.

Although the clothes of all the visitors below look simple, anyone who has seen the world can tell that those are high-end hand-made custom-made suits.

The price of any one of them is enough to pay a worker’s salary for several months or even several years.

At this moment, Chris suddenly felt someone beside him. Before he could turn around, he felt his arms being wrapped in a warm and soft embrace.

The familiar scent coming from his nose was enough to make him guess who the visitor was.

"Don't be too nervous, dear."

His beautiful girlfriend, smiling like a flower, looked up and calmed him down.

"There's nothing special about them. They're just a bunch of old guys who are about to be buried."

"I will accompany you throughout the banquet, don't worry."

"Thank you, Ruth. I feel much better now."

My girlfriend's encouragement is not just meaningless verbal battle.

Although they had only known each other for less than a few months, their relationship was already inseparable.

Ruth is not as arrogant and superficial as other white girls. She is gentle, cheerful, well-educated and sensible.

Not only that, she never looked at him with tinted glasses.

This made Chris, who had been looked down upon since childhood, feel warmth he had never felt before.

"I'll go down here and take a look. When you're done, remember to come find me."

Ruth gave him a kiss and then turned and left the room.

Shortly after she left, the phone in Chris's pocket rang.

"Aren't you going to come back? I told you not to stay with the white people for long. They don't have any good intentions towards you."

"Rod, I've told you so many times, Ruth is different from the others."

"Come on, man, you've said this so many times, after falling in love your brain is like being chewed by a dog, your IQ plummets."

I heard that my good brother still held the white threat theory as before and was hostile to his beloved girlfriend.

Chris immediately told him a little incident that happened on the way to the manor.

At that time, he was sitting in the passenger seat and chatting and laughing with Ruth who was driving, but he didn't expect a deer to suddenly jump out from the jungle on the side of the road.

The deer that was hit by the speeding vehicle naturally died, and they were at a loss as to what to do and could only contact the local police.

The police officer did his routine work, asked about the details, and then suddenly asked to check Chris's driver's license and ID.

Logically speaking, Chris, who was sitting in the passenger seat and had nothing to do with the accident, was not worth investigating at all.

The white officer asked to see Chris' driver's license purely because of the color of his skin.

He was already used to this kind of thing, but he did not protest. He just smiled helplessly and cooperated by taking out his ID.

Unexpectedly, Ruth reacted so strongly to this. Not only did she stop him from handing over his driver's license, she also directly expressed her dissatisfaction to the police officer.

The police officer knew he was in the wrong and did not want to be accused of being a racist, so he could only leave in disgrace.

Ruth's spontaneous defense at that time seemed to Chris like a true expression of her feelings.

"Hey man, where can I find such a good girl? Tell me."

Chris asked back after finishing his narration.

After hearing this, Rhodes seemed to be a little shaken, but soon his tone became firm again.

"Anyway, it's definitely not wrong for you to be more careful in everything.

"Think about it calmly. You have a good family background, fair skin, beautiful figure, and you are not racist. Why did you choose such a good girl instead of others?"

As soon as he said this, Rhodes realized that his words were ambiguous, so he immediately sped up his speech and added some explanation.

"Sorry, man, that's not what I meant."

"But didn't you think they were a weird family before? The old woman even offered to hypnotize you or something.

I remember she said you were her first black boyfriend. Was there no black man pursuing her in college?
This is very suspicious.”

Chris did not hear the subsequent explanation.

Because before Rod started to explain, he hung up the phone and put it on the table.

He thought that after spending so much time together, he understood Ruth better than Rhodes did.

The so-called threats and ulterior motives are nothing but paranoia.

Ruth is different from them.

Chris recalled the sweet moments between him and his girlfriend, and became more and more certain.

Take him home, see grandpa for the last time, and attend the meeting with guests together...

Ruth has completely accepted him as a family member and has tried hard to help him integrate into the family.

How could I hold you back?

With this thought in mind, Chris tidied his appearance and walked out of the bedroom.

He will make good use of this hard-earned happiness and grow old together with Ruth...

Grow old together...

In the empty room, the sunlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows gradually shifted and finally dimmed.

Instead, there is almost negligible starlight.

The black guy who was supposed to check in tonight did not come back, leaving only a cell phone, which vibrated from time to time to indicate incoming calls, but no one answered.

At this moment, in a secret room on the first floor of the villa.

The white man in surgical gown was taking out the throbbing brain of the white old man in front of him and putting it into another body covered with white cloth.

At the edge of the white cloth, a black-skinned hand slid down...

In the corridor separated only by a wall, two figures were talking to each other.

"It went just as smoothly as usual this time, Ruth."

"Recently, the Los Angeles police department has stepped up its investigations. Jeremy can no longer act recklessly as he did before."

"The family business depends entirely on you."

The white woman looked at the woman in front of her and smiled.

“The one in there fetched a good price, you know?
The person who bought his body was a famous rich man... We made a fortune. It's all thanks to you."

"It's a small matter, mother."

The corner of the woman's mouth curled up into a mechanical smile.

Different from her approachable image with her hair loose during the day, at this moment she was dressed in white with her hair tied in a ponytail.

The cold light made her skin look pale, as if it had no warmth at all.

Seeing her daughter like this, the woman sighed.

“Will it have any impact if you have to do this every time?
I saw that you were nice to him before, did you develop real feelings for him?"

She saw everything her daughter did with the black man during the day.

"Not at all...those are just his illusions..."

"How can you deceive others if you don't deceive your own people? If there is any sign of something wrong during the process, the prey may escape."

In the long-term discrimination, those who are discriminated against will always become sensitive and suspicious, and even the slightest details will be noticed.

Perfect acting is to truly put yourself into the situation, and then detach yourself from the emotions after the scene is over.

"After all, how can I develop feelings for a product?"

Ruth's words were cold, without any of the warmth she had during the day.

"So, who will be your next target? If there is no special target, I will choose it myself."

Ruth's flat tone suddenly showed some excitement.

It seems that he is very addicted to this hunting-like action.

"What a natural born hunter..."

Seeing her daughter's eager look, the woman showed satisfaction.

"The next target has been designated. Someone is willing to pay a large sum of money to obtain his body."

As she spoke, the woman took out some photos from her bag.

Looking at the appearance of the young man, Ruth raised her head and glanced at her mother for confirmation again.

"Are you sure he's the target this time?"

(End of this chapter)