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Chapter IV: A Thief in New Jersey
Wednesday Addams
"Are you sure you heard something," Pugsley asked as we entered the library where I heard the voices at. There was an unearthly coldness (more so than normal) but other than there was nothing. " I see nothing lets go, we're missing the séance," Pugsley said as I came to the shelf containing father's Hermetic texts.
"There was someone here," I said noticing dad's newest book was missing, "and they stole father's book," I said seeing if the fiend left any traces but couldn't find any. "He's good," I said to myself as I turned around and saw Pugsley staring at me.
"What does 'DP' mean?" he asks holding up a piece of black cloth with those letters on it.
"Give that to me, worm," I tell him looking at it, "I think we should tell father about this," I tell him as we're about to leave when I see a white hair on the table and pick it up. "Come one lets go," I say as we walk out of the room.
Sam
"Did you finish sorting my book collection," I asked Jarred as I finished my homework for Professor Aniskov. He had made a bet with me that Tucker would be caught by Aniskov for doing his prank and he lost.
"Yes…," he said muttering something to himself as I glared at him, "What?" he asked worriedly.
"You didn't address me properly," I told him as he sighed.
"I'm sorry, my mistress of darkness and despair," he said as I smiled and I went back to homework when I heard a knock at my door.
"I'm coming," I said as I got up and opened it revealing Speed, Connor, and Lucy on the other side, "Hey guys what's up?" I ask them.
"I think Annalise trying to spy on Tucker," Speed says as I get up and follow them hoping we're not too late to stop her.
Zile Zazic
While I was waiting for Annalise to finish with her 'mission' I sent her on, I decided to see what Plasmius was up to. I called up the spycam that I had placed with him waiting for the image to come up.
"Just to think, soon I will be free," the audio picked up as the image of the Wisconsinite appeared on the screen. What was he talking about 'being free' was he being used by someone (other than by me of course).
I noticed there was an old book in his hands; it seemed centuries old perhaps more. I focused on it and noticed the title was in some other language. "What does it say?" I asked myself as I wrote it down and called Stan in the room.
"You called boss," he asked as he walked into my office.
"Yes, get this to Arizona State University's Philology department," I tell him handing him the note as he nods and leaves as I continue to watch the Half-Ghost fly away.
Danny
"That was the best Peking Duck I've had in years," dad told the cashier as he got out his wallet and paid him.
"Thank you," the cashier, a young man with black hair hidden underneath a black and gray cap wearing a red sleeveless shirt replied handing dad his change before we walked out of the restaurant.
I could see three teenagers in the kitchen talking, the same ones who were fighting that Fruit Loop earlier. They seemed to be pointing to me but I wasn't sure of that. Could they have figured that I was the one who helped them
"Come along Danny," dad said as we left the building and went back to the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle and took off for home, but I still couldn't help wondering about those kids and what they were talking about.
Sue
"So you say that a white haired boy with the ability to fly and create ice defeated Kong Li?" Nana asked as we recounted what happened.
"Yes, it was weird, he said he was a 'tourist' but how did he know what was going on or that Kong Li was evil?" I asked her as we watched the black haired boy walk outside. There was something about him that was unnerving but I couldn't put my finger my on it.
Nana thought for a second before taking out a book from the shelf and turning to a certain page, "it seems like your mysterious boy was a Líng Hún Rén," she says showing us the book. It was book on Alchemy and Spiritualism.
"A spirit man?" Tobey asked confused looking at the book, "What's a spirit man?" he said as Nana smiled.
"Legend says that in ancient times an alchemist named Zhāng Guǒ Lǎo discovered a spell to liberate part of a person's soul allowing them to gain the powers of a spirit," she told us as we listened to her story. Apparently Zhāng Guǒ Lǎo never actually performed the ceremony but some of his disciples who turned to darkness did use it to achieve immortality but it reduced them to slaves.
"There's just one problem, this boy was no slave he acted of his own will," I told her as she smiled.
"He could be a shì fàng Sprit-man, one who has managed to regain his free will but is confused about his place and seeks to atone for his evil ways," she says, "they have been known to turn to heroism defending those who are threatened by a dǎi xí or evil wizard," she explains.
"So he protects people maybe we can summon him whenever we need help," Sid suggests as Nana shakes her head. "Líng Hún Rén hate to be summoned especially if they are liberated like the one you saw. It reminds of them of their slavery, they only come when they want to be seen," she says as Mr. Wu comes in the room.
"What are you three doing in here?" he bellows, "this is not story time, we have costumers now get back to work," he said as we got up and left the kitchen thinking about this mysterious boy and if we would ever see him again.
Annalise
"I better get a raise in my allowance for this," I said as I sat at the Technogeek's computer trying to hack into it. I don't know why father wants to spy on him anyway. "Now let's see, if I was a loser like Foley what would my password be," I ask as I see a picture of a girl at his desk, "Hmm, Starr," I said as I typed in the words 'Starr Foley.'
"Good day, Tucker you handsome genius," a feminine voice said as I shuddered watching the computer come to life.
"Jackpot," I said following dad's instructions and was about to leave when I heard a noise and hid in the closet so I would not be discovered.