The story has changed from a simple family travel horror movie to a family comedy movie without any suspense.
Of course, you already know who this "he", this "husband", and the "hero" in this story are.
He is Bai Zhenzhen, the third child of Jiang Xueming, and a geologist employed by the Secret Library.
We no longer have to maintain a weird sense of mystery and refer to the third child in the third person - he says he can't see ghosts, and that's true.
Bai Zhenzhen is twenty-eight years old. In his childhood, he occasionally showed some psychic potential. However, as he grew up, this talent became farther and farther away from him, and finally slowly disappeared.
He really couldn't see spirits. Every dirty word Ginny, the ghost doll, said to him and every cry of love she shouted were all in vain.
In some respects, like his father, he is purely blind and has no conscious dog brain.
For example, a gunsmith has no idea of his own beauty, and a gunsmith often misjudges his own strength.
The same goes for Bai Zhenzhen, what he can't see seems to not exist. This kind of experience of turning danger into good fortune often appears in the process of caving adventures. Along with his career, he can be protected everywhere.
And what about his father? Where is Mr. Gunsmith, whose name could fill an entire chapter?
Dear cold-blooded headshot maniac, King of War, King of Craftsmen, the unknown legendary hero, the true master of Beloberg, the dragon-slaying blade, the nemesis of the Crazy Butterfly Cult, the one-click cleaning master of Red Morpho, the heartbroken girl maker
, the charity ambassador of the disabled cultist, the night demon, the cold-blooded god of death, the disrespectful person, the dead takeaway king, the proud and virtuous angel who tells death...
Wait, wait, wait, I can’t write any more.
"At the age of fifty, experience life again!"
"Bring your friends! Bring these pretty girls!"
On the radio, through two thin earphone cables, the travel advertisement on Sydney TV was played again.
The gunsmith worked quickly. After cleaning James' room, he sent the dead fat man's body to the first floor.
Fragrant Fantasy has already dug a hole and sent James, his newly made blood donor friend, into it.
Then he dropped a silicone doll, which should be James' favorite "woman". The gunsmith began to swing the shovel and fill in the soil with SD.
"Go and enjoy life! Enjoy the water, land and scenery of Oceania!"
Take James' monitor and write an epitaph with the SD cat's paw.
——Morally corrupt scum, James Irvine.
Immediately afterwards, the gunsmith squatted down, raised his mobile phone, and wanted to take a photo with the tombstone.
"Pull the shutter! Seize every moment!"
"Kacha!——"
He picked up the bucket and followed the rhythm of the advertisement and went downstream to find it.
"Go fishing in the sea! Fight the wind and waves! Be a real man!"
He found the dying Manson Page from a shallow creek in the wilderness and found this man.
There is also a nocturnal monster further away. The gunsmith's face was full of surprise. The last time he saw this thing was more than ten years ago. It was in a primitive tribe in Zanzibar, where the indigenous people made this thing.
A deformed freak who became a god.
The nocturnal beast still had its last breath. It drank a lot of water, barely supported the beast's body, and gradually got up.
"Go play ball! Sweat on the beach!"
The big steel cat stirs up a divine wind!
The fists and feet smashed the monster's head shell in an instant, followed by the second head, and the third head!
It exploded like a watermelon! It was completely dead! No matter how skilled the old wizard was, there was no way he could revive it!
"Find another way to live! Try it!"
"Try! To complete another life!"
Manson Page raised his head and said to this old man he had never met before: "I want to live..."
"Life! Life! Life! How wonderful!"
Manson: "I just want to live..."
In the dark of night, a brilliant fireworks exploded over Sydney in the middle of the night.
The gunsmith couldn't hear what Page was saying, but the smell of blood coming from this guy was already nauseating.
He didn't know what the local government was doing. How could such an evil beast escape from prison intact and start a new life?
Before the next burst of fireworks arrives, Fragrant Fantasy has prepared a new gun.
"Bang!--"
Along with the heart buds in the sky suddenly burst open, along with Manson Page's brain.
After doing these things, the gunsmith returned to the dirt road and walked back to the door of the hotel. His eyes were still changing all the time, scanning every window on the second and third floors.
Gathering seems to be targeting multiple targets.
At this time, James Irvine's grandmother finally woke up.
She staggered out of the trap door. The wound on her neck had healed. She was a blood-giving monster with extraordinary self-healing ability.
Seeing that there was a new guest in front of the door, she quickly walked out with a smile before her muddled mind could clear up.
"Ouch! Another guest has come?!~"
The scary grandma couldn't find the shovel, so she took away a half-finished sweater on the checkout counter, took out two sharp sweater needles, and prepared to use them to stab the old man in front of her - of course, in the eyes.
!
She thought that the guests who came in the middle of the night were not easy to deal with. They were either the police who had received a police report and came to question them, or they were relatives of the victims who had been traced in the family before. If they were not, they could be killed and everything would be clean.——
After all, Australia is so big, so the death of one or two helpless passers-by is not a big problem!
The evil god needs more essence! He needs more blood! He needs...
The gunsmith turned around and asked: "Hello, old man!"
The scary grandma’s cheeks turned red and her blood surged——
——She clearly saw the graceful figure of this "handsome guy" in his early fifties, and the wrinkles between the gunsmith's eyebrows. Those eyes seemed to be able to speak. Every crow's foot was a story, old wine, intoxicating.
of tea.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Under the windproof and close-fitting high-collar jacket, the jet-black tight-fitting vest has explosive muscle textures. In the 1990s, this man would have been tough.
It has to be able to penetrate granite!~
"Oh!~~" The scary grandma was captured all of a sudden. She seemed to feel that at the age of sixty-four, her blessed holy blood would once again glow with new life and her bones would become soft.
"I followed my son and my daughter-in-law. They just arrived today, and I later found this place. Do you have any impressions?" Jiang Xueming took out his diary and pen, and said with a spring breeze: "He should be driving an electric pickup truck.
I paid with a coupon at Hertz and here we are.”
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[Part2·The story is coming to an end]
"Uh..." The scary grandma was in a dilemma. She rarely saw this scene of a pretty old man visiting late at night. Almost all her previous lives were given to little James first——
——Ever since James's parents set themselves on fire and summoned the evil god to the cellar, she has been working diligently around her grandson, either choosing sacrifices for the evil god or bringing food and women to her grandson.
"Wake up!~ Wake up!~" The scary grandma murmured in a low voice: "Maybe you should live for yourself once!~"
"Oh no no no...oh no."
Her lips were dry and she was very embarrassed. If she let the newlyweds out, would Lord Evil God spare her life?
Don’t be carried away by love! No!~
But look at him! Look at him!—
- He's like a Shetland Sheepdog! Look at his eyes! They're like amber eyes!
"They are on the second floor, 203..."
Gunsmith: "Thank you! Can I go find them?"
The scary grandma hesitated.
The gunsmith explained: "I know that many private hotels have rules. For example, after the visiting time in the middle of the night, guests cannot go upstairs."
The scary grandma was relieved——
——What a polite person this is!
The gunsmith whispered, "I'll feel guilty if I cause you any trouble and make your residents angry."
At this moment, the followers of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult were almost defeated.
"I wish there was a roster, like who are these residents, which floor they are on, where they live, so that if I disturb them - I can say a few words? Right?"
"It's true..." Without thinking, the scary grandma immediately brought the registration list, took out her mobile phone, and exchanged the hotel list with the gunsmith.
This set of lists became the book of life and death in the hands of the gunsmith and the friend circle of another Brother Thumb.
"Thank you very much, my beautiful lady." The gunsmith spoke sincerely, nodded repeatedly, and talked about the family affairs with the scary grandma: "If you don't mind, can I stand in the corridor for a while?"
The scary grandma wanted to chase him out, but she couldn't disturb this strange man.
"Please."
"The light here is brighter." The gunsmith looked up at the fluorescent lamp on the porch and started talking about the garden again: "I found some nightshade plants in the garden. They are very beautiful. You have such good taste."
"Hey hey hey hey!~" The scary grandma laughed and said: "They are all poisonous, so be careful."
The gunsmith lit a cigarette and responded by the way: "I didn't want to come to Australia with the young couple. It's too far away. I shouldn't travel far away at my age."
"I think you are quite strong." Scary Grandma asked: "How old are you?"
The gunsmith scratched his head: "Fifty-two? Or fifty-three? Or fifty? I can't remember clearly. Time passed too fast."
The scary grandma said: "You look like you are forty years old, little brother, and you don't even have a few white hairs..."
"My daughter-in-law doesn't like me. She always thinks I'm too old. Maybe it's because of my appearance?" the gunsmith said bluntly: "I don't want them to find me either. After all, it's their wedding anniversary. Last week I
I know that this daughter-in-law is pregnant, so I just want to follow her secretly and watch her from a distance."
"It's such a weak family..." The scary grandma sighed: "Do you have a wife?"
The gunsmith put down his cigarette, dropped his pen, took out his mobile phone, and handed Brother Qi's photo to the scary grandma: "This is the one, she is the same age as me..."
The scary grandma looked at the photo of 9527 with envy and jealousy. She almost went crazy and wanted to tear this sweet photo into pieces with her fingers several times, but she held back.
She winked and finally whispered, "She is lucky."
"We haven't been in a good relationship lately, and her focus has been on her career." Gunsmith then said bluntly: "After she went to work in a kindergarten, other people's children seemed to be more important than her own - I don't know why.
.”
The scary grandma asked: "Did she change her mind?"
Gunsmith: "I don't know, I will still take her home, and then just like when I was young, we will hold hands and walk for a while, and say whatever I want."
The scary grandma then asked: "Maybe it's a different dream in the same bed..."
"Maybe." The gunsmith wrote down the information of all the guests, as well as the records of visitors entering and leaving the hotel, and made a brief profile of criminals. He searched in his mind for similar characteristics in "The Great Sundering" and could probably delineate a character.
Blurred range comes.
He had talked too much and his tongue felt dry.
"Here, give it back to you! Thank you!"
Scary Grandma: "You're welcome!~"
The gunsmith suddenly said at this time: "Have you ever studied ballet before?"
The scary grandma was astonished and never thought about why this visitor suddenly brought up this topic.
"Occasionally...will..."
The gunsmith glanced at the old photo in the window behind the cash register. It was a graduation photo of the ballet dance team in a university art club in Oceania.
"Right there! You are there! Right?"
Suddenly, the scary grandma felt that her heart was about to break, and she followed the gunsmith to find herself.
I found another me who I haven’t said hello to for a long, long time.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! How long has it been since she raised her head and took a good look at the window? Perhaps if it hadn't been for such a reminder, she would have forgotten how she lived when this body was still human.
life, what kind of youthful years.
"I studied for a while..."
The gunsmith said without hesitation: "Madam! I take the liberty of asking! Can you dance a few steps? Can I appreciate your dancing?"
The corners of the scary grandma's eyes widened, as if she had returned to the age of green girls——
——Maybe...can I?
Yes! Yes! I can!
She took a few steps outside the porch, then awkwardly stood on tiptoes.
Maybe it can be done with a blood-granted body! It's strong! It's powerful! It's dexterous enough!
Walking on the porch, then spinning, stretching out his arms, the dark skirt gradually danced with the high-chested waist!
Following the rhythm in her mind, she took two more steps toward the entrance! When she returned to where she was, she bowed her head and saluted!
The gunsmith suddenly stepped on the wooden board, and two iron nails were driven into the witch's head and face!
But this time it will be more precise and more deadly!
The rusty nails penetrated the eyeballs, but there was no strange movement, not even a scream!
After piercing the skull, they quickly found the hypothalamus, completing their mission in just one hundredth of a second.
The gunsmith rushed to catch up and supported the old black swan before the body of the scary grandmother fell and before she fell and made a sound.
He is like a poet, like an artist, like the elegant death everywhere.
Pulling the guests who are heading to the underworld, slowly throw this ugly body that has lost its soul into the cellar again——
——From beginning to end, he did not take off his headphones. He was still distractedly listening to the radio and immersed in his retirement life.
Tear out a page of the diary and leave a note to remind the next victim to be careful.
[The landlady died of telecommunications fraud, you should be careful.]
Returning to the entrance, he took out two new nails from his backpack. SD pressed the nails firmly and repaired the fatal board.
The gunsmith seemed to have remembered something. He quickly returned to the dark cellar, took a photo of the magic circle covered with blood, and decided to leave it until the end.
Fragrant Dreams opened the head of the scary grandma and checked the status of the hypothalamus again.
Night Demon finally breathed a sigh of relief, yes, this shady shop owner, this crazy woman who rips off customers.