The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 345 Psychic Karen
Just at this time, Jack looked at the psychic who claimed to be a psychic with an expressionless face and talked about how people should deal with the pain caused by the death of a loved one.

"TC came to me with sadness. He said he still could not accept Natalie's death."

"But even if you accept the sadness caused by death, it does not mean that your loved ones will be at peace. Instead, they should realize that death just means a new beginning."

There is nothing wrong with this. No matter which doctrine it is, it has an explanation of the afterlife. Whether it is the three Semitic religions, or believers of Buddhism and other religions, this sentence can be applied.

Even for an atheist, death does not mean the end, because human life is determined by one's own thoughts and behaviors, and thoughts and behaviors can be sustainable.

This is the all-purpose tactic commonly used by magicians.

The full name of the somewhat talkative psychic sister in front of me is Karen Chawla. She looks to be in her forties or fifties.

Even though she was wearing a bohemian-style dress at the moment, her earlobes, neck and wrists were covered with strange trinkets, which made her look rather mystical.

But Jack can guarantee that this eldest sister was definitely a good person when she was young. Not to mention the Q of Spades tattooed on her ankle, her wrists are scarred, including knife and cigarette scars.

There are also obvious traces of plastic surgery on her face, and it is still very new. Forensic skills can not only see the dead, but also the living. Even the medical beauty in the field of micro plastic surgery has not escaped someone's eyes.

Thread-embedded double eyelids (double eyelids), chin augmentation, cheek fillers, lip augmentation, breast augmentation, it can be seen that the psychic business seems to be quite profitable, but unfortunately the foundation is too poor, or it was wasted when young, these surgeries are not It didn't have much positive effect.

Jack did not disclose his BAU identity. When he introduced himself, he only claimed to be an FBI agent. Of course, he did not think that he was a psychological expert now.

Whether it is system skills or the master's degree in psychology that he is currently pursuing under the name of his dear teacher Maureen, it will take quite a long time to upgrade and graduate.

"I can feel that your chakra is blocked." The psychic medium's next words made Jack slightly stunned. Why did the conversation suddenly switch to "Naruto"?
Then he immediately realized that what the psychic aunt was talking about should be the original source of chakra. In Sange's yoga theory, chakra refers to the energy center distributed in various parts of the human body, and is translated as chakra in Chinese.

It is somewhat similar to the theory of meridians of the human body, but the difference is that the former is more abstract and idealistic.

Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He really wanted to give her a seal on the spot and let her know what "Lin, Bing, Du, Zhe, Jie, Formation, Line, Front, and Line" meant.

"Let's get to the point, Ms. Chavala, what time did you leave Riordan's house last night?" Jack asked seriously.

"Around ten o'clock, right after communicating with Natalie, Mrs. Lydecker and I took the same taxi." Karen, the psychic, answered.

"Communicate with dead souls? Possession kind? Who is Natalie in?" Jack asked with interest. Although he is a time traveler, it is not clear whether this time travel process is materialistic.

Although he had investigated for a period of time before and found no signs of supernatural dramas appearing in this world, it was always a good thing to be alert. If there was one, he might as well build a few sickles and hammers in advance for self-defense.

Karen, the psychic, seemed to be excited because she was talking about her professional field.

"Of course it's mine. My physique is extremely sensitive and I can feel all kinds of strong energy. When TC offered blood as a sacrifice, the ceremony was completed, and then Natalie entered my body."

Well, it's still the same old thing, pretending to be possessed by the dead soul of a relative, saying a few ambiguous words, or revealing a few "secrets" that were investigated in advance.

Some of the more dedicated ones will also perform stunts such as shaking their whole body, foaming at the mouth, rolling their eyes and so on during the upper body process to increase their credibility. "Please continue." Jack tried to hide his disappointment.

"But during the ceremony, TC became extremely excited, and finally we had to stop the ceremony." Karen, the psychic, looked a little disappointed.

"Can you tell me in detail?" Jack opened the record book and pretended to take notes seriously, but in fact he was always observing the other person's microexpressions with his peripheral vision.

Karen, the psychic, fell into memories, "Natalie used my words to forgive his selfishness and betrayal. She just hopes that her lover can let go as soon as possible and find his peace, both for himself and for Hubble.

However, these words upset my husband and he immediately stopped the ceremony. "

Jack didn't answer and just looked at her until the other party noticed the slip of the tongue.

"Ah, sorry, I mean TC, Natalie's spiritual energy is very strong, as if she is always around me."

Someone looked around and saw that there was no cold wind blowing in the room, making people's skin crawl, nor was there a sudden supernatural scene such as a light bulb going out. Well, the power outage has been going on, bad review.

"What happens next?" he continued to ask.

"We were asked to leave and TC was very angry and the last time I saw him he was still in the room."

After hearing what the other party said, Jack lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked, "So, this is not the first time you have performed this kind of spiritual summoning ritual, right? Have you been at Riordan's house several times before?"

Karen, the psychic, nodded doubtfully, as if he didn't quite understand the purpose of asking this question. "Yes, it has been done several times, all at night, in that room."

"Thank you very much for your assistance. A police officer will take you home later." Jack stood up and shook her hand.

"Oh, no, I live in a relatively remote place. I can just take a taxi later."

After watching Karen, the psychic, leave the police station, Jack turned back to the conference room and fell into deep thought.

Not counting the beauty he had dealt with before when he was the LAPD, a beautiful woman who dressed more like a stripper than a psychic (Chapter 58), this was the first time Jack had officially dealt with someone in this industry.

He didn't know whether it was out of prejudice or misunderstanding, but the psychic Karen gave him a strange feeling, a bit mentally abnormal. He didn't know if this had been the case for a long time in this industry, or if it was just an exception.

Jack racked his brains and thought hard. He always felt that he seemed to have overlooked an important clue, but he couldn't remember it until Russell walked into the conference room.

"What's wrong with you? What problem did you find?" Seeing him scratching his head, Russell asked with concern.

"Ah, I just feel something is wrong. I can't explain it yet. Tell me what you gained there." Jack poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

(End of this chapter)