I’m A Detective In The American Movie World

Chapter 80: The banshee wails

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Fifteen years ago.

Bol, wearing a raincoat, ran quickly in the heavy rain. The beer he finally bought was held tightly 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.

Bol didn't want to be with his brother, because his brother was not a human being at all.

He is just a doll with no emotions, no body temperature, and even no breathing.

Bol didn't understand why his father insisted on saying that the doll was his brother, and he didn't want to regard the doll as his brother. But under the threat of his father's belt, he still acquiesced and did not dare to refute.

A low two-story building appeared in front of Bol. Bol tightened the brim of his raincoat and took a deep breath before slowly opening the door and walking in.

There were no lights on in the room, so it was dark. Only through the lightning flashing outside the window could one barely see the furnishings in the room.

But Bol was not surprised at all. His father didn't like lights and kept the curtains closed even during the day. In the dark, he skillfully took off his raincoat and hung it on the hanger next to him.

"Dad, I bought beer."

Bol was carrying the tightly tied plastic bag containing the pack of cans of beer.

The TV in the living room was still on, and a horror movie was playing on the screen. A rotting corpse was struggling to get out from underneath, making a scalp-numbing roar.

After all, Bol is only a seven or eight-year-old child. In the dark room, listening to the penetrating roar, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Shivering, he walked to the sofa with his back to him. Boll carefully placed the beer on the coffee table, leaned over and whispered softly: "Dad, beer."

Bol's expression suddenly froze. After a moment, he suddenly let out a shrill scream and hurriedly stepped back as if he had been electrocuted.

A melting wax figure slowly stood up from the sofa. The wax rolled off the body like beads of sweat, fell to the ground, and solidified into patches of grease.

Boll was almost scared to death. He just huddled in the corner and stared blankly at the slowly approaching wax figure.

"Another poor kid, Edward. This guy just likes to play house."

The wax figure laughed disdainfully.

"No way, a long life always requires some medicine."

In the shadows, a middle-aged man appeared slowly with his hands behind his back.

"dad"

Bol hurriedly ran towards the middle-aged man, but was kicked by him.

"Useless things, get out of here"

"Hehe, your temper is still as bad as ever." The wax figure laughed sinisterly, "Without a perfect skin, you can't talk about a long life."

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

"To each other, Jamie was meant to be mine and Mary's"

"Mary Xiao, I have completed the repair. She is still so beautiful and charming. Do you want to meet her?"

The wax figure roared angrily and rushed toward the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man showed his hands behind his back, and it was only then that Boar saw that his father actually held two sharp knives in his hands.

"escape"

Seeing his father fighting with the wax figure man, the only thought in Boll's mind was to run away.

He stumbled to his feet and subconsciously ran upstairs. After pushing open a door and locking it tightly, Bol realized that he had actually run into his brother's room.

The exquisite doll lying on the bed was emitting a gleaming white light for some reason. Bol stepped forward tremblingly, stretched out his hand and pulled up the quilt, preparing to cover the doll.

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

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

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

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

"Thanks to your leaning in, Jamie left this town. Otherwise, they might have succeeded fifteen years ago."

The old woman slowly walked forward, and Jamie, who fell on the ground, began to emit a glistening white light. After a moment, the old woman merged with Jamie.

Jamie opened his eyes, and his pupils had turned gray-white. He stood up slowly, looked at John who was stunned, and suddenly raised an index finger to his mouth: "Remember, don't scream."

"ah"

Jamie suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, and the terrifying screams gathered into black waves, centered on himself and spreading to all sides.

John was caught off guard and was photographed directly in the tomb by the sound. Fortunately, he had scooped up almost all the viscous liquid below, otherwise he would have been drowned.

But even so, John could only hold his head, unable to struggle in the mud.

In his mind, the image of his wife being swallowed up by flames and dying tragically flashed constantly.

The pain of losing his wife pierced John's heart. If it weren't for his strong willpower, John could barely remember the last words Jamie said to him and gritted his teeth. Otherwise, he would have been unable to hold back and scream. Woke up.

Although John was able to hold on, others were not so strong.

The moment all the mummy puppets were exposed to the black sound, they couldn't help but scream to the sky. Immediately, the tongues of these puppets flew out of their mouths out of thin air, and then turned into powder and floated away.

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

The farmer covered his head and rolled on the ground desperately. After holding on for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and opened his mouth to scream.

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

"The Banshee Wails"

Ella gritted her teeth and stood there, waves of black sound passing over her body, making her body tremble uncontrollably, but she never opened her mouth to scream.

"Mary Xiao, this trick of yours is useless to me. Don't forget, my current body is actually your own."

Ella gritted her teeth and walked slowly towards Jamie.

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

Ella's laughter stopped as she saw an incredible sight.

Xie Lun was walking over nonchalantly, carrying a shovel.

"How could you?" Ella's eyes widened, "How could you, just a mere mortal, resist the wailing screams of the banshee?"

"What a wailing banshee, isn't it just noise?" Sherron picked out his ears impatiently. "Apart from making my headache worse, it doesn't seem to have any other adverse effects."

With that said, Sherron knocked Ella to the ground with the shovel, then picked up the shovel and thrust it into her mouth hard.

"No, that's not fair, that's not fair."

In Ella's horrified eyes, Sherron smashed her teeth like a walnut, pried open her mouth, then reached out and grabbed the tongue inside, and pulled it out.