On the country road in the dark park, the Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the parking lot of the country house.
Winston's face was livid, and he just felt unbelievable. He was in a state of confusion, still recalling the strange sights he encountered along the way and the tragic howls he heard.
Is there a possibility——
——Is there a possibility!
These things are all hallucinations in his mind, nightmares that have continued in recent months.
A horrific nightmare created.
The first thing Winston did after getting out of the car was to check the dark corners in front of and behind the car.
He was both excited and scared. In the end, he could only see a few shallow scratches on the dark green car paint, and not even a drop of blood could be found.
There was nothing in the trunk, which made him return in despair.
He pulled the young man in the back seat out of the car door, held up the customer's wrist, and used his watch to open the electronic sensor door.
The young man is still sleeping,
Even if Winston threw him on the sofa, the sudden weightlessness could not wake him up.
Winston ran to the bathroom and washed his face.
When I looked in the mirror, I was shocked by my terrifying and gloomy look.
He had the look of a zombie who hadn't had a good rest for more than a hundred days. The dust from cigarettes had blocked his pores, and he had a lot of acne and yellow spots.
Winston thought silently——
——If it could be sunny in London, I shouldn't live such a useless life.
Although there is no connection between the two, there is no cause and effect.
This is what Winston Spencer thought at the time. People always find excuses for themselves that are irrelevant.
When he returned to the main hall of the villa, he began to carefully observe this large and luxuriously decorated house.
It seems that this blond young man likes music very much. There are sixteen large speakers in the main hall and side halls. Even in a damp and dirty place like the toilet, two subwoofer speakers can be seen.
They say rich people have some quirks.
Winston speculated in his heart——
——This rich kid lives in isolation. There is no servant in the house. Apart from some emergency food and cheap fruit wine in the freezer, his only hobby may be music.
Uncle Winston slumped on the sofa, instinct driving him,
I want to put that horrible hallucination behind me.
There is no such thing as a strange bartender.
There is no ghost that cannot be seen in the mirror.
what he heard,
Everything you see is just an illusion.
What he has to do now is to wait quietly,
Wait for the customer to wake up, ask for a service fee, and preferably have a hot meal, or sleep in this warm big room, have a good talk with the customer, and maybe find a job as a private driver
.
Look at the furniture, look at the decor, even the baseball bats are made of silver.
This customer is so rich!
Winston began to travel in the bright future, imagining the sunny afternoon when he would lie on the green land beside the Thames and fish.
Someone held up a parasol and walked along the path by the river.
Perhaps there was a widow who looked beautiful and sad, about thirty years old, who could exchange sonnets with him, and eventually the two of them got married and gave birth to many babies.
He will have an extramarital affair, which is so severe that he may hang himself.
It is a dirty trivial matter that the folks talk about after dinner.
Winston pursed his lips and smiled, nodded vigorously, and asked himself questions in his mind.
Does it have to be a widow?
Can't it be another girl?
——Yes! It must be a widow, and the husband must be dead.
A widow who inherited a large inheritance.
He is determined in his heart,
This is the ultimate goal of life.
...
...
"Boom——"
A heavy knock on the door brought him back to reality,
Winston opened his eyes suddenly and did not look back, mistakenly thinking that it was an auditory hallucination.
"Dong dong dong——" The knock on the door changed from one to a series of knocks.
When Winston finally woke up, he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on him, freezing him from head to toe.
His eyes involuntarily glanced at the door. The dark red wooden doors that opened opposite were so beautiful, but at this moment, they were so scary.
The sound was very special, as if someone was hysterical and banging his head against the door.
"Winston!~Spencer!"
It is a hoarse, low and plaintive mezzo-soprano.
It was the voice that Uncle Winston heard countless times along the way, which could almost bring the psychological shadow into the coffin.
"Can you open the door for me?"
"Please. If you don't agree, I can't come in!~"
"Old gentleman, if you open the door, I'm willing to do anything for you!~Anything!~"
Winston was finally convinced that he had encountered a monster that was rare in the world and rare in the underworld.
That is the vampire monster in ancient legends. Every house is a sacred place. To break this visitor spell, the vampire monster cannot break into the door without the owner's consent.
He stood up slowly, stretched his stiff arms and waist, awakening his body that was about to enter old age, silently changed his position, and sat next to the customer.
A full twenty minutes passed, and the sound of knocking persisted.
The lobbyist outside the door chattered endlessly.
"Winston, you must be able to hear me?"
"If you are willing to open the door, I will forget the past and will never hurt you."
"My goal is the boy next to you who looks cute and delicious."
"If you will help me open this damn door! Remove the insect-proof incense wood beams on the porch! I will give you many, many benefits!"
Winston shook the patron's shoulders vigorously, trying to wake up the drunken young man.
But no matter how hard he tried, even if he poured ice water on the patron's face, the boy would always be in a sleepy state with his eyes rolled up in confusion, as if he had been hit by a mind-losing spell and passed out.
Winston didn't reply a word. He turned on his phone, prepared to call the police, and pressed the HOME button.
The voice outside the door became shrill and terrifying, and they were giggling.
"Who are you calling? The police? Do you think the police can deal with me?"
"Do you think there will be a good outcome for opposing me? After you finish this business, you still have to go back to your rental house to sleep. How much money can you make?"
"What can this money buy? A gun? A box of ammunition?"
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"Recognize the reality. I am almost everywhere. Even if you drive me and crush me into a pulp, I can still survive, crawl to your bedside, and bite your neck off."
The conversation changed——
——Terrifying threats turned into sweet words.
"But if you are willing to help me, do me this little favor, I will be grateful to you and regard you as a parent who has the grace to make a new life. If you want to have an affair with my daughter, you must enjoy the pleasure of fish and water.
——In this boy's swimming pool, let me hold you, kiss you, with just one word, a pull on the door handle, please use me, Sir Winston Spencer, I will be yours
Slave girl, as long as you open this door for me."
Winston's heart was shaking, and he heard the devil's slander.
The sounds outside the door became more and more urgent.
"Winston...Winston..."
"You like his car? Right?"
"You like his big house? Don't you?"
"These can all be yours! These should be yours!"
"I am yours too. The sweetheart I want to pursue should have been you..."
"Don't you have any jealousy at all? You only saw me riding a bicycle with my breasts exposed in front of you, but couldn't you see the inexplicable resentment in your heart?"
"If you scold me, scold me as a shameless bitch, scold me for being greedy for wealth and being coquettish in front of young, rich guys, maybe I won't even look at you."
"I know everything, I know everything, and I know everything you are thinking!"
"I will open my heart to you and tell you all these things clearly."
"Age and appearance, in my opinion, are nothing but vanities."
"But if you want to be like a knight who protects the princess, open this unbreakable city gate for me, and send me, who is so down and pitiful, into the house, I will do my best to serve you, Lord Knight, I am
Your only docile lamb, I am your exclusive slut."
"We can sit on this blond guy's body and talk about his property and our bright future."
"If you want to play something exciting, my magical body can make you feel..."
Winston said impatiently: "That's enough!"
The voice outside the door became cold and decisive.
"What's enough?"
Winston remained motionless: "I said, enough is enough, that's enough."
After finally prying the old man's mouth open, the monster outside the door will never give up.
She asked reluctantly.
"Are you willing to open the door for me?"
Winston's tone was cold: "No, I'm not going to open the door."
The voice outside the door became restless: "Is the condition I offered you not attractive enough?"
Winston explained: "No, no, no, I am not a tree. How can a person be ruthless if he is not a tree?"
The voice outside the door became cheerful: "So are you ready? Hahahahaha...are you ready to welcome me?"
Winston stood up and walked toward the entrance: "That's not what you meant, I'm not interested in you..."
People outside the door began to sarcastically say: "Do you like men? Are you attracted to this boy?"
Winston said angrily: "Damn it! Who are you scolding?"
The monster outside the door asked resentfully: "Why? Am I not good enough?"
Winston had already walked to the door and explained in a low voice: "It's not that...it's just that I think...I might like older, intellectual and elegant ladies."
"I can do it! I can do it! It's not difficult!" The voice outside the door became more urgent, as if he was suffering from illness, "Please, open the door...I don't want any woman you want!"
Give it to you! Catch it and give it to you!"
Winston Spencer was at war with himself.
He didn't know what happened to the young patron, or that it was just a prank after all.
Several times he thought there were surveillance cameras in the house and that he was a special guest on a TV prank segment.
In order to confirm this, he came to the door——
——The closer he got, the more he could feel the muscles in his body stiffening, as if a pair of invisible cold hands were gently stroking his limbs.
The urgent and heavy breathing outside the door was like the strong desire for survival expressed by a ferocious beast in its death struggle.
Winston Spencer's brows were furrowed, like an angry guard dog. In an instant, all the fear turned into anger, and he wanted to use soaring adrenaline to drive away the haze caused by this evil spirit.
"Everything is first-come, first-served. This customer and I have already signed a contract of sale. I will definitely protect his safety during this driving commission."
The monster roared: "But isn't your work done?!"
Winston raised his head and puffed out his chest in the manner of an old London haughty man.
"If he doesn't settle the bill with me, the business won't be completed. The trouble you caused will be recorded on the bill."
The monster scolded: "You old bastard who is obsessed with money! How much will he give you? I will pay double!"
Winston shook his head: "No need to talk about it, this is the rule - if anyone gives more money, I will help him? What is the difference between me and the despicable goods that are available for appreciation at the auction? How dare you use money to insult me?
knightship?"
The monster threatened menacingly: "Aren't you afraid of me? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Winston folded his hands, like an old prostitute trying to reason with a prostitute——
"-How will you kill me?"
The monster said viciously: "While you are sleeping! I will cut open your stomach with a knife, pull out your intestines and strangle you to death!"
Winston was surprised: "Sounds like it must be big news. I would actually be published in the Guardian in this way?"
The monster found it incredible: "You are still thinking about being published in the newspaper when you are about to die?!"
Winston sneered loudly: "You have no idea what I care about most! Bitch!"
The monster asked impatiently: "What do you care about? Tell me quickly! Tell me quickly! I am like the genie in the magic lamp. As long as you want it, I can give it to you!"
Winston looked proud and proud.
"The thing I hate and care about the most is your aloof attitude of deciding the direction of my life at will..."
The middle-aged man showed a sly and cunning smile.
"You must have killed a lot of people, right? From the way you said you easily grabbed women for my pleasure, you must have said these things to others? Right? But I see you alone, with a lover beside you
Husband, I can’t see a single partner..."
Winston's expression became gloomy and terrifying, and he whispered in a low voice.
"You want to use such low-level and mentally retarded words to deceive me, the dove knight who guards outside Downing Street and has been dealing with reporters and paparazzi for twenty years? You are a vampire who relies on your skin and smelly meat to show such low-level hunting skills.
Bitch! Don't look down on me! My blood is still flowing in my head. You want to arouse my desire and make me lose my ability to think. Your clumsy skills are not enough! What I like is to bring huge assets and provoke me.
A loving and well-educated pretty widow who has religious beliefs but is insatiable - when it comes to eating and waiting to die, my requirements for myself are the best in the world, but you have come to insult my aesthetics, insult my pursuit, and insult me.
ideal."
The monster outside the door was silent for a long time.
Winston then said: "Why don't you say anything? Are you going to break the defense?"
The monster yelled: "Fuck you! You are such a once-in-a-lifetime bestial scumbag."
Winston raised his brows: "It's a great pleasure to hear the insults of monsters and monsters. I turned on the recording."
The monster shouted: "You can't go to heaven!"
Winston responded: "Please continue! Don't stop, you have to have a sense of justice! Can you imitate the polite widow? She looks disgusted when she sees the filth - maybe I will suffer from brain hemorrhage and cerebellum congestion, so I will take off my pants immediately.
Just open the door a crack, you know what I'm going to do, all-ages programs can't watch these things!"
The monster's tone also began to be weak and frightening: "Oh my god...what kind of hellish demon are you..."
"I am a human being, a forty-six-year-old man who has accomplished nothing." Winston said harshly, without doing anything that was beyond the rules. His tone was calm: "I was kicked out of James Park just two weeks ago.
Come out, my favorite thing for a greasy man like me is to brag - God blessed me to meet this little customer when I was hungry and cold. I think this is my mission, Knight Winston Sir
Spencer will definitely fulfill his mission!"
The monster gritted his teeth: "Fuck you! You dirty, disgusting, pornographic, despicable, bald guy who makes me vomit..."
"I have a lot of hair." Winston interrupted immediately. He hung up the silver door chain, took away the customer's watch and used it to open the door, preparing to open a gap: "I'm going to open the door! My tiger is going to come from here.
He got out through a crack in the door! Are you ready? We have agreed that as long as I open the door, even if it is only a little crack, you are willing to do anything for me, right? "
"What the hell!" The monster swallowed, scared to death, "I don't want to see you again! Never in this life!"
Winston revealed his foul-smelling face from the narrow crack in the door, "A liar will swallow a thousand needles! How can you not keep your promise?"
Even though I was mentally prepared——
——When Winston saw the monster's true form through the narrow crack in the door, his spirit was still severely damaged.
The lumps of flesh and blood exuded a moldy stench, and the shattered organs were exposed, with broken bone fragments and dirty clumps of hair.
The red-haired beauty seen on the streets of Kennington is now only half a tattered body. With the white worms coming out of the huge wound in her belly, it is constantly reorganizing and healing. Judging from the injury, at least
It takes half an hour to recover.
The monster's skin also had many bright red sores, as if it was seriously ill and needed blood to maintain its life. But when it encountered Winston, it had to find another way to make a living. It felt an unpleasant smell in its soul.
Evil thoughts.
At this moment, it gave up all greed and just wanted to drink a sip of fresh blood before the Vita brand in the body took effect, and no longer thought about revenge.
In this life - it doesn't want to have anything to do with Winston Spencer, even if it meets him it will make him sick to his stomach.
Uncle Winston shouted loudly and commandingly.
"Do I allow you to go? Ugly thing?"
Hearing this command, the monster finally couldn't hold back the strong desire for revenge in his heart——
——It has almost lost all reason and wants to rush into the sacred place, cross the pest control beam on the porch, squeeze into the silver door frame full of death's vitals, and severely defile this man!
It's going to turn Winston into a brain-dead walking zombie.
No! Turn him into an insect that only eats shit!
He must keep his brain alive and live a humble and humiliating life!
The moment when I lost my mind——
——The monster has lost even the most basic desire for survival in his heart.
It ignored it and allowed the Vita brand in the body to strip away the fresh essence in order to burst out the light and heat with the strongest hatred in life.
It quickly grew a pair of bright red big bulb eyes, and its entire face turned into the shape of a mouse. Its gray hair and claws and toes emerged from its body in an instant.
Bite off the lifeblood of Dun! Use this kind of fierce attack that destroys dignity and destroys the body to relieve the hatred in your heart!
The cold body made it unable to feel pain, and the swollen eyes and paralyzed lower limbs could only see the dirty overalls, but not Winston Spencer's cold eyes or the early breakfast in his hand.
Silver baseball bat ready.
"Taste my big baby!"
"Pong——"
The crisp knocking sound still couldn't wake up the sleeping blond boy.
A charred, stinking corpse was left in front of the porch.
Winston's heart was beating wildly, the muscles on his face were twitching unnaturally, and there was only one thought in his mind.
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It only takes a short second for him to awaken the hot anger from Gujing Mubo's heart and turn this anger into a sharp and harsh roar. This is something he has performed countless times in front of reporters. It is completely natural.
Anger, this kind of anger can make the skin turn red and sweat like rain, and the adrenaline awakens the body instantly, causing the muscles to explode with amazing power.
This release of anger can be regarded as an extraordinary performance.
Because Uncle Winston, a shameless bastard, adheres to the way of chivalry.
——Never shrink back and run away in the face of evil.
He has been practicing for more than 20 years, waiting in Downing Street, waiting for the reporter's spotlight, waiting for the opportunity to make newspaper headlines.
I thought of this monster wandering the streets, sucking human blood and eating human flesh, threatening and tempting people, and asking people to join it in doing unjust things and seeking ill-gotten gains.
It captures women as bargaining terms. Many young and beautiful girls who should have enjoyed happiness have turned into skeletons and been sucked into horrific mummies.
Even if it was for the widow! Winston was so angry that his eyes flashed with anger and he couldn't control himself!
He dropped the twisted silver stick and felt more and more that his young patron was not a simple person.
Just this weird and inexplicable sleep cycle left Winston puzzled and unable to figure it out.
——Until the sun rises again and hides in the clouds.
Robert Downing turned over and woke up from his dream.
He is about to undergo his second transformation and is defenseless while sleeping.
He was frightened and surprised, just because he saw Uncle Winston sitting on the sofa, staying up all night and not moving.
The TV was still playing R-rated adult movies, and half of the tissues on the table were missing.
Winston said confidently: "Master! I am like a dream catcher, catching all your nightmares."
Tangning thought a lot at that time, and saw that the silver baseball bat she used to defend herself and deal with the vampires had been bent and twisted, and the dirt outside the door looked like the strong morning sunlight had burned the evil spirits into a bunch of loot.
Ash.
The amount of information contained in it was so huge that Tang Ning couldn't wrap her head around it.
But what is certain is that, apart from a few quirks, this uncle who is the driver is a very reliable person.