Heather did not show any fear, but instead pulled up a chair and sat down.
His feelings are always right. Just like now, he feels that this girl will not really hurt him.
"whispering sound!"
Seeing that Heather could not be frightened, the punk girl turned the pistol twice and stuffed it back into her waist.
"Hospitality, bro. I'm thirsty!"
Heather stood up and opened the refrigerator: "Can carbonated drinks be okay?"
"I saw Dr. Pepper, that's it."
Catching the can thrown by Heather, the punk girl pulled the tab and took a swig, her expression distorted:
"The taste of this thing is just like aerated almond milk and cough syrup...it's so refreshing!"
Heather also took a can of iced Coke and sat back on the chair: "So, can you tell me the reason why you broke into the house?"
"Theoretically, I really don't break into someone else's house. It's not someone else's home... Okay, let me introduce myself first."
The punk girl's two little legs were dangling on the edge of the sofa and she said with a smile:
"My name is Rebecca. My friends call me 'Super Cute Girl.' Strangers and enemies call me 'Gun Devil.' Do you want to be a friend, a stranger, or even an enemy?"
Heather didn't want to choose either: "Then I'll call you Rebecca. You can call me Heather, Heather Annorn."
"Tsk...don't you want to fall in love with a cute and lively girl like me? Even though I'm so petite and cute, I'm actually an adult already!"
As she spoke, Rebecca put her two index fingers on her cheeks and tilted her head, baring her teeth in a cute smile.
"I don't want to at all. And I have a girlfriend."
Heather felt inexplicably tired. She always felt like she had met this girl before and felt tired. In order to deal with her, Heather could only make up a fictitious girlfriend.
"Girlfriend? Is it that big-assed spider? Is it progressing so fast?" Rebecca's eyes suddenly widened, and she leaned forward with a super gossipy look: "How far have you come? Tell me.
Well."
Heather's head was a little stuck, and after thinking hard, she realized that she was talking about Gwen.
Not to mention that Gwen and she had no so-called romantic relationship at all, how did this girl named Rebecca know that the ghost spider was connected to her?
"Although I don't know who you are talking about, the person you are talking about is definitely not the same person as me."
Heather tried to stay calm and deny it, so as not to let Gwen's true identity be exposed.
"Okay, okay, if you say you're not alone, then you're not alone. Really, you're still shy at such an old age."
Rebecca waved her hands perfunctorily.
This kid is so annoying... Heather pursed her lips, trying to calm herself down, and then asked, "What's the matter with you coming to me all the time?"
"Oh yes, I almost forgot about the real thing. It's all your fault. You insisted on chatting with me about other things, causing me to forget about important things."
Rebecca pulled her lower eyelids at Heather, stuck out her tongue and made a face, then put her little hands into the inner pocket of her coat and started digging around.
It's obvious that you're the one who wandered the topic, but you can blame me? Heather had a stiff smile on her face, her temples were bulging, and her teeth were clenching.
I really want to beat her up.
She didn't know where Rebecca had put the things, but she dug deeper and deeper, even tickling herself so much that she giggled twice. After more than ten seconds, she finally took out one from her clothes.
ring.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang! Found it!"
This is a ring made of black metal. There are a lot of cracks on the surface and it looks tattered.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Heather always felt that there were little red lights flickering in the cracks of this ring.
"This thing is for you."
Rebecca flicked her finger, and the ring drew an arc in the air and landed accurately in Heather's palm.
"…
…I don’t remember having such an ugly ring.”
Heather raised her palm in front of her face and looked at the ring carefully. It was indeed not an illusion, a faint red light could be seen inside the ring.
Rebecca leaned back on the back of the sofa and took a sip of Dr. Pepper: "It's a long story. How well do you know your parents?"
"...Do you know them?"
"Your father's name is Jeff Annoon, and your mother's name is Maria Bernat Annoon.
They were involved in a serious car accident on Connecticut Route 169 at 11:09 pm on December 23 last year. Rescue efforts failed and they died on the way to the hospital.
But, is this really the case?"
Rebecca smiled and said words that made Heather's scalp tingle:
"I mean, do you really know the real work they do?"
"……what do you want to say in the end?"
When it comes to her deceased parents, Heather no longer wants to put a fake stiff smile on her face, and her expression becomes serious and cold.
"What I can tell you is that Jeff and Maria are both archaeologists hired by my organization, and this ring is a treasure they excavated from a very ancient meteorite impact crater.
As for the car accident last December, the truth was that your parents broke the contract and took the ring away from the excavation site without authorization. As a result, the ring was accidentally activated on the way, and the energy erupted from the ring destroyed both the person and the car."
Rebecca pointed to the black metal ring in Heather's palm:
"Yes, that's it."
Heather was silent for a while, then gritted her teeth and said, "You mean...my parents stole this ring from you and died in an accident? Didn't you kill them with poison?"
Rebecca shook her finger: "NoNoNo, we won't do such a thing. No matter who takes this ring, it doesn't matter to us. All we need is that the ring is dug out and the true owner of it is found.
Just people.
Your parents' ability to find this ring has already established a "cause". And as their child, you may be the "effect".
If it were you, maybe you could unleash the true power of this ring."
"True power?"
"Yes, its real name is [Berserker Ring]. Only qualified people can discover the potential power of the ring."
"Your goal is to make me the host of this ring? Will it suck my life? Am I your chosen sacrifice? Or do you want to see me destroyed by an out-of-control ring like my parents?"
Heather, who has read a lot of comics and movies, immediately listed many bad possibilities in her mind.
"You overestimate yourself too much and underestimate the Berserker Ring too much. Don't worry, I won't force you to use it now."
Rebecca drank the Dr. Pepper in one gulp, threw the crushed can into the trash can a few meters away, stood up and straightened her coat:
"The way to use it is to put your blood on the ring, and then you will understand how to use it.
If you don't want to use it, just keep it or throw it away. But I want to remind you, if you really use this ring and survive, it means you have accepted the [Contract]."
"...What contract?"
"The contract signed with the organization behind me. At that time, you don't need to look for us or hide, because we will come to you, we will definitely come."
Rebecca looked at Heather and smiled meaningfully:
"I hope we can meet again soon, Heather."
After saying that, a gunshot suddenly exploded in the room. Heather subconsciously held his head with his arms. After a second, he realized that he was not injured and looked around.
The girl named Rebecca has disappeared.
Only Heather and the tattered metal ring in his palm were left.