Chapter 79

Fifteen years ago.

Bohr, wearing a raincoat, ran quickly in the rainstorm. The beer he finally bought was tightly held in his arms.

Because his father, Edward, said that if a drop of water fell on the beer, he would be locked up with his brother.

Bohr didn't want to be with his brother because his brother was not human at all.

He is just a doll without emotion, temperature or even breathing.

Bohr didn't understand why his father had to say that the doll was his brother, and he didn't want to take the doll as his brother. But under the threat of his father's belt, he still tacitly dared not refute.

The low two-story building appeared in front of Bohr. Bohr tightened the eaves of his raincoat and hat, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened the door and went in.

There was no light in the house. It was dark. Only through the lightning outside the window can we barely see the furnishings of the room.

But Bohr was not surprised. His father didn't like the lights. Even during the day, the curtains were closed. In the dark, he skillfully took off his raincoat and hung it on a nearby hanger.

"Dad, here's the beer."

Bohr carried a tightly tied plastic bag containing the bag of cans of beer.

The TV in the living room is still on, and horror movies are playing on the screen. A rotten corpse was struggling to get out of the bottom and made a numbing roar

Anyway, Bohr is only a child of seven or eight years old. In the dark room, listening to the seeping roar, he couldn't help feeling a little afraid.

Trembling, he went to the sofa with his back to himself. Bohr carefully put the beer on the tea table, leaned over his head and said softly: "Dad, beer..."

Bohr's expression suddenly froze. A moment later, he suddenly gave a shrill scream and hurried back like an electric shock.

A melting wax figure slowly stood up from the sofa. Wax oil, like beads of sweat, trickled down from the body, fell to the ground and solidified into pieces of grease.

Bohr was almost stunned. He just curled up in the corner and stared at the approaching wax figure.

"Another poor child? Edward just likes to play family games. "

Wax figures disdain to laugh.

"No way, a long life always needs some adjustment."

In the shadow, a middle-aged man slowly appeared with his hands on his back.

"Dad!"

Bohr hurried to the middle-aged man, but he was kicked by the other side.

"Useless things, get out of the way!"

"Hey, hey, your temper is as bad as ever." The wax figure smiled darkly, "without a perfect skin bag, can't we talk about a long life?"

"It's not because of you bastard that Jamie can't use it at all."

"Each other, Jamie should have belonged to me... And Mary!"

"Mary Shaw? I've finished the repair. I'm still so beautiful and charming. Do you want to see me? "

With a roar, the wax figure rushed at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man showed his hands. Until then, Bohr saw that his father was holding two sharp knives.

"Escape!"

Looking at his father fighting with the wax figure, the only idea in Bohr's mind was to run quickly.

He stumbled up and subconsciously ran upstairs. After pushing open a door and locking the door tightly, Bohr found himself running into his brother's room.

The exquisite doll lying on the bed exudes glittering white awn for some reason. Bohr came forward trembling, reached out and pulled up the quilt, ready to cover the doll.

But the moment his hand accidentally touched the doll, he didn't remember anything.

***

"So it was my soul that ran into the room," murmured the translucent little boy, "and when I was downstairs, my father had killed me."

"To him, you are just a toy for him to kill time in his spare time."

A translucent old woman in a long black dress quietly appeared beside the little boy, reached out and touched his head, and sighed silently:

"Thanks to you, Jamie left the town. Otherwise, as early as 15 years ago, they might have succeeded. "

The old woman walked forward slowly, and Jamie, who fell to the ground, began to emit glittering white light. A moment later, the old woman became one with Jamie.

Jamie opened her eyes. Her pupils had turned gray. He stood up slowly, looked at John who had been stunned, and suddenly put an index finger to his mouth: "remember, don't scream!"

"Ah..."

Jamie suddenly roared up to the sky, and the terrible cry gathered into black waves, centered on herself and spread around.

John was caught off guard and was directly hit by the sound in the tomb. Fortunately, the viscous liquid below had been almost scooped up by him, otherwise he had to drown.

But even so, John could only hold his head and couldn't struggle in the mud.

In his mind, the picture of his wife's tragic death swallowed by the fire flashed continuously.

The pain of losing his wife pierced John's heart. If it weren't for his strong willpower, John could barely remember Jamie's last words to himself and clenched his teeth. Otherwise, he might have opened his mouth and screamed.

Although John can hold on, the others are not so strong.

All the mummified puppets could not help screaming at the moment when they touched the black volume. Immediately, the tongues of these puppets flew out of their mouths out of thin air, and then turned into powder and dispersed.

"No, Mary... I didn't mean to. I've always wanted to go back to Ambrose with you... Please, I can't die... I can't..."

The farmer covered his head and rolled desperately on the ground. After holding on for half a day, he finally couldn't bear it and opened his mouth and screamed.

With a dull sound of "bang", the farmer turned into countless translucent fragments and scattered them all over the ground.

"Banshee wailing?"

Ella gritted her teeth and stood where she was, and the black voice swept over her, making her body tremble, but she never screamed.

"Mary Shaw, you're useless to me. Don't forget that my body is actually yourself."

Ella gritted her teeth and walked slowly towards Jamie.

"Thanks to Jerrod's lifting the restrictions on him staying in Jamie, and thanks to you blowing him away. Now this perfect body will belong to me. Don't worry, Mary Shaw, I'll keep your body well. After all, you look really good. Wow, hahaha... "

Ella's laughter stopped suddenly because she saw an incredible picture.

Sharon, carrying a shovel, was coming carelessly.

"How can you...?" Ella widened her eyes, "just a mere mortal, how can she resist the scream of the Banshee?"

"What Banshee wails, isn't it noise?" Sharon impatiently pulled out his ears. "In addition to making my headache more serious, there seems to be no other adverse reactions."

With that, Sharon knocked Ella to the ground with a shovel, then took up the shovel and thrust it hard into her mouth.

"No, it's not fair... It's not fair..."

In Ella's frightened eyes, Sharon smashed her teeth like a walnut, pried open her mouth, then reached out to hold the tongue inside and pulled it out.