Chapter 83 Familiar scene, I seem to have seen it somewhere
The magic book is as black as ink, with cold tentacles. On the cover is an abstract picture of the devil's smiling face. In the center is a complex line combining an astrolabe and a seven-pointed star, dotted with magic symbols representing the six elements, and a human heart at the top.
pattern.
This is a translated manuscript. It is unknown what it was originally. Russell read it through it roughly. The whole text is obscure and difficult to understand. A large amount of space is used to record and describe religious history, mythological stories, and the origin of alchemy. A small amount of space is used.
It is magical knowledge that needs to be deciphered.
Between the paragraphs, there are also the writer's notes and insights. In addition to English, the language used is also mixed with Greek and Arabic, as well as three or five types of incomprehensible characters.
【Ding!】
[The host comes into contact with the Voorhees manuscript and triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】
The Voorhees Manuscript… Who is Voorhees?
Russell frowned, silently thinking about drawing, and soon the system prompted him to get an item card.
[Item Card: Voorhees Manuscript (Truth in the Eyes of a Madman, or Cursed Wisdom)]
Isn't this the same scene where you came into contact with a chainsaw last time and then drove the chainsaw? If you do the same routine twice, you owe the system...
Wait, it smells so good!
Russell was about to complain when he suddenly realized that the 'Vorhees Manuscript' from the item card could be taken away from the mission world!
This is great news. Every magic book is written by Tsundere. If you don’t understand magic to a certain level, you may be able to read the words in the book, but you won’t be able to remember them by rote memorization. The knowledge is only in your mind.
If you stay for a short period of time, you will forget everything after the expiration date.
In a sincere draw, Russell did not open the item card immediately, holding the original and flipping through it again.
He ignored the unintelligible words. He would have plenty of time to translate them slowly, turning directly to the pages of religious history and mythology to look for records about the devil.
Nicholas learned how to sacrifice to the devil through this magic book. He was an ordinary person and could not understand the profound magic hidden in the words. Russell was a novice and could not understand it either, but he knew that this book was
It's a priceless treasure that will give him irreplaceable help for a long time.
Closing the book, Russell put it into his inner pocket. This book is his most precious treasure at present, and its value exceeds the sum of all the cards.
In the living room, Jennifer bit off the necks of five people, leaving tear marks like wild beasts. She dug out Nicola's heart, chewing it slowly and in a ladylike manner.
During the sacrifice, it was Nicholas who pierced her heart with a sharp knife. The cycle of cause and effect, retribution!
The Low Shoulder Band died before it became a big hit. The only proof of their existence is the five pairs of tattered shoes on the ground.
This is also in line with the consequences of trading with the devil. The devil only does business without capital and regards equal exchange as a loss. Don't imagine getting something for nothing from the devil. They have slept with more girls than you have ever seen. Playing with society
Experience cannot defeat them.
The living room was miserable, Russell frowned and didn't look, and walked straight out the door. Jennifer grabbed Nicola's clothes, wiped them around his mouth, and quickly followed Russell's footsteps.
…
Crystal Lake Campground!
The calm water surface was like a mirror, dead silent, with a gentle breeze blowing by, causing sparkling waves. On the shore, tents lit by bonfires were blazing with fire, and corpses were scattered around.
In the woods, the young man who had tried to strike up a conversation with Jennifer was covering his mouth and hiding behind a tree. He peered into the camp where there were no survivors, his eyes full of fear.
A group of seven people hiked to the Crystal Lake camp and found that there was no one in the camp. They held a camera and dreamed of becoming a great director. They thought this was a God-given opportunity. Since no one was watching, they could film whatever they wanted, so they were confused.
Everyone went to dig up the grave of a serial murderer and put it into the shot as live footage.
Among the six people, four were opposed and two were supportive. The opinions were not unanimous. The future director walked away with two supporters. Before leaving, he also took away a shovel and an ax from the camp, and then...
The three men never came back, and were replaced by a tall murderer wearing a hockey mask.
Hundreds of people killed the boy——Jason!
Everyone was mercilessly killed, except for a young man who was fishing by the lake and narrowly escaped with his life. He saw the brutal murders in the distance and crouched behind a tree without making a sound until Jason left.
"The Chinaman is right, it's too dangerous here, I have to leave quickly..."
The young man squatted behind the tree for a long time to make sure that the murderer was far away, and then he tiptoed and prepared to run away. As soon as he turned around, he found that his vision had darkened and a wall appeared in front of him.
It wasn't a wall, it was a person, and he almost hit the other person's chest.
The young man was surprised and happy. He continued to find someone to talk to about his fear, but as soon as he raised his head, the surprise suddenly turned cold. He froze in place and was stunned.
The tall figure wore a hockey mask and tattered gray trousers. He held a rusty machete in his right hand. Through the gaps in the mask, a pair of cold eyes could be vaguely seen.
"No..."
Cold light flashes!
The young man's body stood on the spot, and his huge head shot up into the sky and fell three meters away. Blood spurted out from the smoothly cut neck.
Blood drops spattered on the hockey mask. Jason remained unmoved. He silently turned around and looked into the distance. After a moment of silence, he strode out and disappeared into the woods.
…
At the same time, Russell was driving on his way back. This time he found a real shortcut. It was still a dirt road, and there were directional signs at the intersection, so he would never go wrong again.
"Russell, didn't you say you won't take shortcuts anymore?" Jennifer sat in the passenger seat and lifted the hem of her skirt. She was the one who thought about food and clothing.
"I'll go back and look up the map. It doesn't matter if I copy it occasionally..." Russell ignored the two straight long legs and saw Jennifer eating people, so he crossed her off the list of worthy ones. Fortunately, he had already done it before
Enter the photos into the file, otherwise it would be really difficult.
"Okay, I'm worried that if I encounter something again, it will delay your time." Jennifer looked at Russell lovingly, with a spring in her eyes, which was already full of teasing.
The vixen's face is extremely tempting at this moment.
It's a pity that this face has been patched up in Russell's brain!
"If you encounter something again..."
There are many horror movies on the American highway, such as Deadly Curve, Another Mountain Has Eyes, Chainsaw Massacre, Rest Stop, No Survivors, and the Horror Wax Museum... Thinking about it, Russell's lips twitched into a smile.
.
"That's not bad, just refresh my inventory!"
Just as he was talking, a hockey masked man carrying a machete walked out from the front of the dirt road.
Russell: "..."
Damn, am I hallucinating again?
Jennifer looked back at the car and complained helplessly: "It's a familiar scene. I seem to have seen it somewhere before. These murderers are so determined. Don't they know that the success rate of a sneak attack is higher?"
After finishing her rant, Jennifer pushed open the car door, opened her mouth wide and roared, then suspended in the air and rushed towards Jason.
It's just that the blade is a little bigger and the mask is changed. Do you want to torture me again?
Jennifer was dismissive and her pupils turned silver. She is very fierce when she is full!
brush!
Silver light flashed, and blood dripped from the rusty machete. Jason kicked away the headless corpse in front of him, grabbed the head that fell in the air, and lifted it up by his long hair.
The eyes that looked directly at Russell seemed to be saying...
Russell walked out of the car speechlessly and touched the sand eagle on his lower back: "I seem to have seen this familiar scene somewhere before!"
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【Street Diary】
After the last book was on the market, I decisively cut it and changed it to another one and continued to sell it. After a month, the editor asked me why I cut it.