I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Westview, New Jersey.

The scenery here is beautiful and warm, and it is a typical American small town.

Rows of past houses.

He took out his wand, put it in his right hand, and whispered: "Guide the way."

The wand was in the palm of my hand, and it was turning rapidly, erratically and without any intention of stopping.

Seeing this situation, John frowned.

This magic can find the person you want.

Although there is no media, relying on his relationship with Ariana, it is not difficult to find people within this small town.

The wand was turning rapidly now, but never settled on a position, most likely because Ariana was hiding.

Or maybe Ariana was out of John's magic range.

"strangeness?"

Grasping the wand to stop it, John slipped it back into his sleeve.

His eyes swept over the town and decided to look around inside first.

Being able to block one's own tracing magic is not easy at all.

At least in the magical world, there are only a handful of people who can reach this level.

Stepping into the town, it is much better than Old Bridge Town.

In rows of houses, there were people mowing lawns with lawnmowers, and there were also women walking with a white teddy.

The kid rode his bicycle past John, and the place looked like it was aloof from the rest of the world.

Walking into a supermarket, the clerk there couldn't help but take a second look when he saw John's unfamiliar face.

The way John looked around attracted the clerk's attention.

"How can I help you?" the clerk asked.

John thought for a while and asked: "How to get to this address."

Deliver it to the address copied from the box express receipt.

The clerk took one look and said, "Sorry, I don't know either."

John knew what he wanted when he saw the look on his face that said, "I know but I won't tell you."

He took out his wallet from his pocket, took out two and placed them on the table, "What now?"

The clerk raised his head and looked around. After confirming that no one had noticed, he quickly put the banknotes into his pocket.

"Just keep walking along this road, and you'll find the innermost two-story hut."

The efficiency of collecting money and doing things is very high, and John quickly found the position.

It was a small house, and compared with those neatly planned houses, it seemed lonely.

The lawn at the door has not been taken care of for a long time. One patch is bald and the other is grown.

Stepping on the wooden board makes a crunching sound.

The closed doors and windows seemed like something was peering outside, and the curtains that had been exposed to the sun for a long time were white and smelled of decay.

The doorbell made an unpleasant jamming sound.

This house can be said to meet all the needs of a haunted house.

It's no wonder that the clerk didn't feel any psychological burden when he said it. He probably thought that there was no way anyone could live in this place.

On the contrary, there are quite a few people who come to explore the haunted house.

John rang the doorbell twice and then kicked the door open.

As for why not use magic?

With the way this door looks, using magic is disrespectful to the physical ability of an adult male.

With just one kick, the door was kicked open.

The curtains blocked out the sunlight inside, leaving only a slight chance of getting through the gaps.

In the dark corridor, there was a cannibalistic silence.

John blinked and his eyes could see in the dark.

So whether there is light or not has little effect on him.

Walking inside, the smell of decay wafts out.

It can be seen that no one has been here for a long time.

John's arrival caused the wind to flow inside and the dust to rise.

John waved his wand and the dust was carried away by the wind.

He arrived at the living room.

The red sofa and the chandelier from the ceiling fell down.

There were more than a dozen small holes in the wall, which seemed to have been shot by some kind of shotgun.

The TV's cord had long been cut off, and some household appliances could not be used because there was no power supply.

John acted very calmly, after all, there were real ghosts in his school.

Compared to people, those school ghosts are more interesting.

Well, Peeves is also quite interesting.

His eyes scanned and found nothing special.

John moved on.

"Why hasn't this place been rebuilt?" John touched his chin.

I have to say that his brain circuit has always been in place.

John walked from room to room, and there was a photo sitting there.

He picked it up and looked at it. It was a wedding photo.

The woman wore a white wedding dress, with a veil covering most of her face.

After a second glance, John heard movement.

He walked to the second floor window and looked down, and saw a woman with two children looking at the house under the real estate sales introduction.

"Isn't it? There are people buying houses like this?"

John was shocked.

The sales man wore black-rimmed glasses and spoke eloquently.

The woman seemed to be a single mother. She tightened her two children's hands and hesitated.

In the end, there was nothing he could do, so the sales man unleashed his ultimate move.

"two thousand!"

"Two thousand?" The woman looked shocked. Is it so expensive?

The salesman said with firm eyes, "Sold to you."

"Sell it to me?!"

Two thousand dollars buys a house. At this moment, a woman suddenly becomes materialistic.

The original fear of that room seemed to be able to be resisted by the aura of poverty in my body.

Although the housing prices here are not as outrageous as in the East, buying a house with two thousand is a waste.

Poverty makes people brave.

The woman decisively bought it.

This is the first time a woman's child sees her mother being so decisive.

Seeing this, the salesman sincerely invited the woman to visit inside.

When he reached the door, the salesman paused and said without changing his expression: "It's been very windy recently."

He ignored the fact that the door lock had been kicked open and entered with the woman with a smile on his face.

When he saw the dark room, he felt timid for a moment.

But as the saying goes, poverty can make people brave.

While driving the second-hand Santana for sale, I silently said a few Amen and took a brave step.

They first went to the living room and saw what looked like a murder.

The woman's young son hugged the woman and said fearfully, "I don't want that couch."

The red sofa is eye-catching and frighteningly bright.

It is normal for children to be afraid.

The woman knelt down, gently stroked the child's hair, and said warmly: "Be good, this will be our home from now on."

After comforting her son, she remembered something and asked: "By the way, these furniture are given for free, right?"

Hearing this sentence, the salesperson was in awe, "Take it away, don't be polite, I'll leave it all to you."

After saying this, the woman immediately became attracted to the sofa.

He said firmly to his son, “That’s free!”

It was so loud that even my son was dumbfounded.

Introducing those bullet holes in the walls, the sale was in trouble.

This place looks like a murder scene. There are some black traces similar to blood clots in the bullet holes.

"We can install hooks to hang photos later." The woman immediately found a use for these evenly distributed bullet holes.

The salesman secretly exclaimed that he had met a ruthless person.

Then there was another refrigerator whose door couldn't be closed, and the woman said it could still be used after repairing it.

With the strange meat grinder, the woman thought she would be good at making burgers in the future.

The dented pan, the woman said it was okay to wash it.

No matter what you are, women think you can still keep it.

The salesperson could tell that this woman just wanted not to pay a penny.

He hesitated to speak. He originally wanted the woman to demolish the house and build a new one, but now it seems impossible.

Finally we reached the second floor.

They walked up the wooden stairs with trepidation.

It creaks and creaks, as if it will disconnect in the next second and let people fall in.

The sunshine here is better than down below. The woman said to the eldest son who was resisting: "The lighting here is very good. I can use it as a room for you."

"No, I don't want it, I refuse!"

Every cell in the body betrays rejection.

However, his mother's every move was filled with poverty.

The salesperson opened the door, his smiling expression stagnant.

In the windless room with no windows, the crib was rocking gently, and a puppet wearing a white dress sat in it.

There is a bottle rolling down on the ground towards the salesperson's feet.

At that moment, the little brother was sweating profusely.

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