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

Chapter 476

Do you know what kind of women's clothing Su Fan likes?
Upon hearing this, Ron's mind suddenly went blank, and his eyes even became vacant.

Emilia looked at the other person's intelligent yet bewildered expression and felt a headache coming on.

"It means finding out what the other person likes and dislikes and catering to them..."

"cater……"

Ron's expression became even more bewildered.

She had excellent grades and was admitted to a top university in California without a letter of recommendation.

After joining the hospital, he relied on his excellent surgical skills to stand firm on the front line despite the obstruction of a leader who disliked him.

After becoming the patriarch, Mayfair's main household was completely under her control; it could be said that Ron had no idea what it meant to pander to others.

In the former's subconscious, as long as they are strong enough and have good enough conditions, the things they want will naturally gather around them.

So how exactly should we cater to the other person's preferences?
Ron was thinking about this question both before and after receiving the call.

So much so that he had no interest in reading the ingredient report for the anti-aging pill spread out on the table.

Frustrated, she eventually went to the walk-in closet of her residence.

Even if there's no time to immediately customize, the walk-in closet here is still fully stocked.

All the clothes were chosen to fit Ron's figure, conforming to the understated yet luxurious style favored by socialites.

Ron grabbed a few clothes and shoes based on his intuition and tried them on one by one.

If you don't know their preferences, try each style and decide based on Su Fan's reaction...

Hopefully, he will give some kind of response.

Ron felt uneasy.

……

"Who's there? Come out!"

Alice crouched slightly, ready for battle, exuding the fierce aura of a predator.

A voice came from the darkness.

"Don't be nervous, I have no hostility."

The speaker raised his hands to indicate that he was unarmed, and then slowly walked out of the dark alley.

"Judging from your appearance, you must be investigating the traffic accident that happened here this afternoon. Am I right?"

Under the streetlights, a young man wearing a Detroit-style jacket stood still.

"Do you know that reporter from earlier in the day?"

Upon hearing this question, Alice immediately thought of the reporter William had described who was acting with the police.

The latter had spoken out when Su Fan was maliciously smeared, which left a good impression on Alice.

"His name is Benjamin, and he's a good friend of mine. Can I let it go now?"

"Nobody told you to hold it up."

"Okay. Let me introduce myself, my name is Jamie."

"Alice."

After Alice finished speaking, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

As a vampire, her senses are exceptionally sharp, especially her sense of smell.

Jamie's alleyway was upwind; he should have sensed the human presence and become aware of it before Jamie arrived.

But the truth is that she didn't notice anyone lurking nearby until the other person made a sound.

Although it is just a human, it has unique abilities, no wonder it dares to appear here.

"Was Prince William and his entourage also attacked? What is their current situation?"

"You escaped unharmed; a close call indeed. How about you over there?"

"More or less." The two exchanged a few words and quickly learned about each other's situation, thus saving them from the need for redundant and tedious explanations.

“The school bus driver is a prime suspect, but before I can actually track him down, I need to figure out how he cast the curse.”

Jamie stepped forward, his eyes scanning the ground nearby.

"It has been some time since the accident, and any clues that may have been found have been destroyed by the wind or other things."

"I'm just giving it a try. What if it works?"

Jamie did not give up because of Alice's words, and focused intently on searching every corner of the road.

Alice ignored Jamie and continued her profiling.

Jamie, on the other hand, bent down to examine the damp ground.

Having the same goal doesn't necessarily mean they have to cooperate.

The greatest courtesy is for each person to check their own things without interfering with each other.

The remaining water stains on the asphalt road surface reflected an orange sheen under the streetlights.

If you stare at it for a long time, a hazy, continuous halo seems to appear.

Amidst this dazzling halo, Jamie noticed a discordant darkness.

He went to the dimly lit area, took out a flashlight from his jacket pocket, observed for a while, and then used the tweezers he carried with him to pick out a black hair from between the granular asphalt particles.

He carefully lifted the strand of hair and placed it on another part of the ground.

Something strange happened.

The seemingly soft and harmless strand of hair caused the surrounding water to recede rapidly as if it had a life of its own the moment it touched the ground.

It's as if even inanimate objects without life or consciousness loathe and fear the existence of this strand of hair.

Such an evil and bizarre thing must have fallen from a cursed vessel.

In other words, the vessel for the curse wasn't an object at all, as Benjamin and Gary had previously suspected, but rather a human being...

No, living people cannot withstand such evil power.

The vessel for the curse is a corpse, or more precisely, a female corpse!
"found it!"

Jamie couldn't contain his joy at discovering the truth and let out a low exclamation of excitement, but he also felt a tremor bursting from deep within his body.

Oops!

Excessive excitement led to decreased vigilance and mental relaxation, giving the opponent an opportunity!
Jamie realized something was wrong and immediately tried to take out the exorcism incense he had prepared from his pocket, only to find that he couldn't even move a finger.

Let some sunshine in~~~

"Mom told us something~~"

"Some things children should know, it's about stories about the devil..."

The faint, lingering melody seemed to constantly swirl around Jamie's head.

There was no light to be seen except for darkness.

A pale, icy hand reached out from the deep darkness and suddenly gripped his left cheek tightly!
A sharp burning pain shot through his skin, and on the verge of life or death, Jamie finally broke free of his restraints.

He raised his hand and grabbed the ghost claw, while with his other hand he quickly took out the incense, crushed it, and smeared it on the ghost claw!

The sound of boiling water evaporating came from the ghost's claws, but the latter showed no sign of loosening; instead, it tightened even more.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The laughter that came from behind Jamie was cold and triumphant, as if mocking his overconfident resistance.

Clearly, the exorcism incense had little effect on Him.

Jamie was covered in sweat, but he still didn't lose his composure.

He bit his tongue, turned his head, and spat out a mouthful of blood into the darkness behind him!

(End of this chapter)