American Drama World Exorcism

Bob rushed home like the wind, and was greeted by his grandfather and grandmother's kind smile and a steaming dinner. The familiar environment gradually settled his restless heart.

"Bob, come over for dinner."

Bob's grandmother greeted.

"Huh? Oh, good."

Bob responded in a flustered manner, and slipped into the bathroom.

Looking at himself covered in blood in the mirror, Bob couldn't help shaking. He took off his clothes in horror and panicked looking for places to hide his clothes. Unexpectedly, he saw himself in the mirror, and then he stopped.

Clutching his clothes, Bob walked slowly to the mirror with an expression of disbelief on his face. He dropped his clothes and looked down flusteredly.

On him, pieces of skin looked like boiled pork, glowing pale in color, and with a light poke with his hand, a piece of skin and flesh fell off. But he couldn't feel the pain at all.

Bob turned around and looked back at himself in the mirror. Behind him, patches of black wounds were covered with butter and were exposed.

He flipped through his clothes in a panic, and found the skin he had fallen off on the close-fitting sweater.

The missing skin on his back was like minced meat, already fused with the sweater.

"No! nononono!!!"

Bob anxiously covered the skin he had just poked off. Not only did that piece of skin grow back, it covered his hands. In the end, Bob collapsed on his knees and screamed.

"Bob?"

His grandfather's voice came from outside the bathroom door, and Bob flusteredly took out a set of clothes from the laundry basket and changed it, stuffed the clothes on the floor into the laundry basket, and covered it with other clothes indiscriminately. As soon as he was about to open the door, his movements stopped again.

Bob walked carefully back to the laundry basket, took out a purple dress from it, looked at the meat on it, shaking his hands uncontrollably.

"Bob?"

"Are you in there?"

"Bob?"

Grandfather's knock at the door became more and more urgent. Bob squatted by the laundry basket and poured out all the clothes inside.

...

"Sorry, I just took a shower."

Bob opened the door and said with dodgy eyes.

"Don't you want to eat? Go away, don't make grandma wait in a hurry."

After speaking, Bob walked towards the dining table in a panic.

Inside the bathroom. Shortly after Bob and his grandfather left, the window was opened from the outside, and a small head poked out from under the window.

"Bob has left."

Sam whispered.

After speaking, he slid through the window sill with both hands and flipped in.

"Why is their house so smelly?"

Lucas whispered, clutching his nose.

No one answered him, and the little guys were busy rummaging through clothes.

Just now, Bob’s every move in the bathroom has long been seen by them hiding outside, but they can’t really see it through the window. Now, they want to know why Bob is screaming for collapse.

The answer was soon revealed.

The clothes that Bob had stuffed into the washing machine were all taken out by them, and the blood stains on the clothes and the meat on them appeared in front of them one by one.

"FUCK!" Lucas cursed in a low voice while clutching his nose, "I haven't eaten dinner yet!"

"I'm stuffed."

Just when several people were going to look further, Bob's voice came from the room.

"Why eat so little?"

"no appetite."

"Yeah, I don't know what's wrong. I can't eat anything these days, and I don't feel hungry at all."

"Grandpa, grandma, I went back to review."

There was a sound of tables and chairs rubbing the floor, followed by the sound of Bob's footsteps getting closer.

A few people ignored the investigation, picked up a piece of clothing and hurriedly turned out the window,

...

The few people who pulled out did not leave. They hid in the woods not far from Bob's house, discussing the next step.

Both Will and Sam agreed that the matter should be notified to the adults and let them handle it. The other four people, headed by 11, insisted on handling it by themselves.

Although Will did not see the tragedy in the lounge, thanks to a stepfather who was a sheriff, Will prefers to follow the rules on such major events. He does want to do something, which is true, but he doesn't want to use his or his partner's life as the cost to achieve achievement.

Sam thinks much simpler. His purpose of staying was originally to live an ordinary life. Now it is enough to investigate this step with these little friends. Now he just wants to go home to eat quickly, bathe his brother, and read bedtime stories. This This is the life that a normal person of his age should live. After all, who would walk into someone else’s house at night just to steal an old woman’s printed pajamas?

11 people are different. They had the experience of fighting against the world together. They were very confident. In their opinion, with Sam, an experienced partner, plus 11, a big killer with a force of MAX, is there anything they can’t solve? ?

The two sides argued differently, and they couldn't resolve the dispute. Will took out the radio to adjust the channel and prepared to directly connect to the police station's radio channel to report the alarm.

Whoosh————

He just took it out, slipped his hand, and the radio flew out with a swish, hitting a tree trunk not far away, turning it into a broken part.

Everyone's dispute stopped.

Will looked at 11 in amazement, just in time to see 11 turning his head.

"what have you done!"

The reacted Will rushed towards 11 with a roar.

11 lowered his head slightly, looking straight at Will with his eyes.

Whoosh————

Will rose into the air, leaning his back against the tree trunk. Then, a hemp rope with a thick tail finger flew out of the backpack.

"11, stop, you can't do this."

Sam said, as soon as he took a step forward, he was stopped by 11 awe-inspiring eyes.

He raised his hands and tentatively took a small step towards 11, just about to say something, the next moment, the whole person flew to Will uncontrollably, and then the ball of twine was flying around the two of them non-stop. , Tied the two to a tree.

"Sam's knife!"

Justin reminded.

Eleven stretched out his left hand, and the knife in Sam's hand flew into Eleven's hand uncontrollably.

"Let's go."

11 said softly

"We will be back soon. Don't worry."

After speaking, 11 took the three of Mike and walked towards Bob's house. Only Sam and Will were left struggling constantly on the trunk.

"Sam, are you all right?"

Will struggled for a while before giving up, he asked with his head tilted.

"what?"

Sam was looking for the knot with his head down, and asked suspiciously.

"Did you cut it?" Will added. "I remember you were carrying a lot of knives. How about it? Did you cut it?"

Sam sighed, "I only have the knife, and it has been taken away by 11. Also, even if there is a knife, it may not be able to cut the rope. I got it from Kate, and it was wrapped in thin pieces. Steel wires are used to bind werewolves."

"Then what do we do? Can't watch them go to death, right?" Will changed his face a little, "Sam?"

"I'm looking for the knot, untie the knot, and we are out of trouble."