"Oh, it looks like everyone's not there." Horace poked his head into the tree house and found that there was no one in the house at the moment.
However, he still led Xiao Tan to crawl in through the entrance, and beckoned him to find a place to sit down.
"It's still early, I think everyone will come over in the afternoon." Horace said, he had already walked to the table at one end of the tree house, and picked up a monster magazine. He showed Xiaotan the cover and said, "As long as you pass our 'monster test', you can join the club."
"Monster...test?" Xiao Tan responded to Horace's words while observing the surroundings.
"You know..." Horace shrugged, "It's just to test your knowledge about monsters, to see if you are qualified to join our club."
"For example?" Xiaotan asked again tentatively.
"For example..." Horace pondered for a moment, "well... the way to kill a vampire."
"Oh..." Xiaotan replied, and then almost blurted out, "The most thorough way is to expose to the sun."
"Right." Horace nodded, "What else?"
"Hmm... The stake piercing the heart is a classic method..." Xiaotan thought for a while, and then said, "There are still some worldviews where their heads have to be cut off." He paused, "Of course... I have a friend who thinks, It's not bad to throw them whole into the hay machine...”
"Wow! So you know so much." Horace exclaimed.
"Hehe... It's okay." Xiaotan laughed dryly. In fact, he knew very little before, but after playing in the horror park for half a year, he already knows all kinds of classic monsters and ghosts.
squeak-
While the two of them were talking, suddenly, the entrance of the tree house was opened again, and another little head protruded from the floor (the entrance of the tree house is usually on the side of the floor).
"Hey, Horace. You're here." The little boy with chestnut hair and wearing a red T-shirt greeted Horace, and then looked at Xiaotan, "Who is this kid?"
"He's ang, the new kid here." Horace replied, and then sighed to Xiao, "ang, this is Sean, he's the founder of the club, and his dad helped us build the tree house." of."
As he said this, Sean also climbed into the tree house. And closed the entrance smoothly.
"Hello." Xiao Tan greeted the other party.
"Hey, hello." Sean also politely answered.
"Sean, I want Ang to join our club." Horace put on a weird "martial arts" posture and said happily, "He's super powerful. Today he helped me beat EJ and Derek."
"But we are a monster club here, not a kung fu seminar." Sean joked.
"Ang also knows a lot about monsters, you can test him if you don't believe me." Horace replied immediately.
"It's okay..." Xiao sighed, "...but I do know something."
"Oh?" Sean suddenly regained his spirits. "Then... try our 'monster test', if you can answer more than half of the questions correctly, you will be allowed to join."
...
On the other hand, the urban area, the reception hall of the police station.
as usual. This place is a busy scene almost every day, every hour, every moment.
Today, a strange man came here...
"Officer, please! Lock me up please!" He was dressed in a green hooded jacket and jeans, and looked about thirty years old. He kept yelling at several police officers, "I'm a werewolf! A werewolf!"
And the few policemen who were entangled by him were also very distressed. To be honest...they rarely heard requests to go to jail voluntarily. I've never heard of such an excuse as "I'm a werewolf".
"Just one night, please, it's a full moon tonight!"
"Don't get excited, sir." "Calm down, please."
"You don't understand! You have to handcuff me! Put me in a cage!"
At this point in the conversation, the man who claimed to be a werewolf had already grabbed the shoulders of one of the police officers with both hands excitedly, no matter how hard the other party struggled, he would not let go.
"Oh! Yeah, buddy! If you want to get caught so much, that's great!" The officers finally got mad at him.
Two seconds later, two patrol officers and a police detective stepped forward together, and the three of them worked together to twist the man's back and prepare to handcuff him.
"What's the matter with this guy?"
"Who knows... or contact the mental hospital."
After hearing the officers' conversation, the man became even more agitated: "Oh my God! You still don't get it...you have to..."
His words stopped abruptly because an idea suddenly occurred to him.
In the next second, the man saw the opportunity, pulled out the gun from the waist of a police officer closest to him, and pushed the three people around him away with a brute force from nowhere.
bang bang—
He raised his pistol, fired two shots at the ceiling without saying a word, and then shouted: "Lock me up!"
bang bang bang—
Before his words fell, three more gunshots came.
But this time, it wasn't he who fired the shot, but a patrolman who came from next door after hearing the gunfire.
After the gunshot, the man who claimed to be a werewolf fell down in full view...
From the eyes of others, this "mental patient who attacked the police and seized the gun" seemed to be "killed" just like that...
...
At the same time, downtown, a certain museum.
"Okay, let me confirm with you again..." A black police detective in a trench coat said to a museum security guard who seemed to be close to retirement age in a helpless tone, "Here... there was originally a mummy, right?"
"Yes, officer." The security guard replied.
"But he's gone now, disappeared, disappeared, and has become history." The police detective answered in his own rap style.
"Yes, officer." The security guard affirmed with an identical answer.
"And you..." the detective walked around the other side, "... said you didn't hear anyone coming in... or leaving here, right?"
"Hmm." The security guard nodded.
"Can you hear me now? Hello?" the detective raised his voice annoyed.
"Of course, I can hear you clearly, officer." The security guard's response was still so calm.
"So... you mean no one ever went in and stole the mummy?" the detective continued.
"I'm sure I'll hear it, officer," the security guard replied.
"Hehe... yeah, of course you will hear, I really asked a stupid question." The detective shook his head and muttered. Then he suddenly turned back, looked at the security guard and asked, "Did you take that?"
"No, officer." The security guard's response from the beginning to the end was calm and clear, but it did not help the case, which made the police detective extremely annoyed.
"Okay, I'm just asking." The black police detective raised his hands and turned to look at his white partner. "Okay, I'll try my best. This case is too difficult. Dude. I think we should change our career to do it." Fireman."
"I'm glad you're still in the mood for joking, Rich." The white police detective answered with a sullen face, then walked two steps towards the exhibition hall where the stolen mummy was, and read, "The problem is that one of the A 2,000-year-old mummy will not stand up and walk away by itself."
...
"Ah—" After a cry, the homeless man who was knocked out by Feng Bujue woke up from his coma.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a dilapidated room with a dirty mattress under him.
"I woke up pretty fast." The children's version of Feng Bujue's unchanging child's voice quickly reached the homeless man's ears.
"Huh?" The homeless man suddenly turned his head. I found that Brother Jue was sitting on a small stool at the other end of the room, looking here leisurely.
"You! You little bastard..." He stood up cursing, intending to go forward and arrest someone.
But Feng Bujue just sat there calmly. Said an inexplicable word: "taro."
Unexpectedly, as soon as the word was uttered, the homeless man screamed and fell to the ground. The body also trembled convulsively within a few seconds.
"Oh! My back!" The tramp rolled on the ground, trying to reach for his back, but it seemed... this movement was very difficult for him.
"Don't try. You can't take out the chip by yourself." Feng Bujue said.
"What... what chip?" the homeless man replied, "What are you talking about, you little..."
"Taro." Feng Bujue interrupted before the other party's next swear word.
"Ah!" The tramp yelled again, but the pain came and went quickly, and he gasped for breath soon, and asked, "What the hell did you... do to me!"
"It's nothing, I just put a chip into your back with the help of a friend." Feng Bujue said, "The level of technology contained in this chip is far beyond your understanding and even imagination. I won’t give a detailed introduction, but what you need to know is that from now on, as long as I say…” He paused, “You know… that word…” He was undoubtedly referring to the word “taro”, “ ...you will become what you were just now."
"It's nonsense... how is this possible?" Of course the tramp would not easily believe this.
"Don't you believe me?" Feng Bujue said, "Then let me say it again, Taro..."
"No...don't!" At this moment, the homeless man faltered, "Don't...don't say any more..."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue laughed, "You should be lucky, Mr. Hill. Long-term alcoholism and various unhealthy living habits have made your nerves dull and numb... Otherwise, you would feel more vivid pain. "
"Who the hell are you?" At this time, the homeless Hill obviously no longer regarded Feng Bujue as an ordinary child, "How do you know my name?"
"In the pocket of your jacket... the only thing of value is your driver's license, Mr. Hill." Feng Bujue replied, "As for my identity, you don't have to go into it. You can call me...Mr. F."
"Okay...f-boy," Hill asked, "why did you fix me with that...uh... chip?"
"Isn't that obvious... of course it's for you to do things for me." Feng Bujue replied in a natural tone, "After all, I'm still a child, and it's easier for adults to come forward to handle many things. Let's take a step back... You can at least be my driver."
"But... why did you choose me?" Hill asked.
"You sent it to me yourself, Mr. Hill." Feng Bujue replied, "You tried to rob me, remember?" He spread his hands and said, "This behavior of yours has eliminated all my responsibilities towards you Guilty, just for your character, I can talk about taro all day long."
"Ah—" Hill inexplicably lay down again.
"Secondly, in view of your living conditions, I think... even if you 'suddenly and permanently disappear', it will not have much impact on society." The "disappearance" mentioned in Feng Bujue's sentence is obvious. It is implying "death", "Anyway... no one will find out in a short time, which is also a very suitable condition."
"The third thing..." Brother Jue paused for two seconds, and added, "Similar to the second point, because you are a drunkard and a homeless man, your integrity will inevitably be questioned by the world. For example... no matter if I coerce you What illegal act did you do, even arrested with you during the implementation, I am still safe. At that time, I just pretend to cry and nothing will happen; and you... You can try to tell the police that you were used by a child Controlled by ultra-technological chips and forced to commit crimes, let's see what the outcome will be."
Having said that, Hill sat stiffly on the ground, dumbstruck.
"Now, Mr. Hill. If you don't want to hear that word again, get up quickly and change your clothes." Feng Bujue said, pointing to a set of clean clothes beside the mattress, " I still have a lot to do before sunset…”
...
At the same time, on the edge of the city, there is a mountain road that is not considered rough.
A family hatchback with a very simple shape slowly drove to the side of the road and stopped beside the fence.
Then, a pale face appeared in the side window of the driver's seat, through the window glass and light-blocking film... looked at the city in the distance.
No one knows where Dracula got the car, or why he didn't die in the sun after turning into a bat and leaving the plane.
And no one knows... As a vampire who has been away from the human world for a hundred years, where did he learn to drive...
In short, Dracula in the worldview of "The Rangers" is a man full of mysteries.
"Let it all begin..."
After gazing at the city outside the car window for a while, Dracula murmured this sentence to himself in a very mediocre tone, and then... showing an expression that finally cleared up after a long period of constipation, mixed with a few excited smiles .
And after using the facial expressions commonly used by villains in horror movies...he restarted the car and drove down the mountain... (..)
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