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She frowned tightly.

Looking away from the sheriff, Detective Zhou shook his head at Amanda.

He didn't see any signs of lying on the town sheriff's face.

In other words, if everything the other party said was the truth.

Then, what happened in Chunmu Town is no longer the revenge of the wronged souls they guessed before.

Instead, the evil spirit demands his life.

"I need all the information on the case file twenty years ago."

Glancing at the **** corpse of the child on the bed, Amanda immediately turned to look at the sheriff and said in a deep voice.

"That was a case from 20 years ago. During this period, the archives of the town police station underwent several changes. I can't guarantee that the documents at that time are still intact."

Facing Amanda's order, the town sheriff's face showed an embarrassed look.

"Then, find out all the information you can find for me."

"As ordered, sir."

After meeting Amanda's eyes for a few seconds, the sheriff nodded in response.

…

"Jesus said to him, I am the resurrection, and I am the life. He who believes in me, even though he dies, he shall live..."

Come down from the room where the deceased was.

Amanda and her party came to the living room of the house and heard the words of prayers coming from inside.

I saw that the old priest was holding the Bible in one hand and praying to Dick's mother. During the priest's recitation, the deceased's mother wept and folded her hands, her expression like a sad expression with a bit of relief.

"Dick's mother is a faithful believer, and their family goes to church every weekend."

Aware of Amanda's suspicious gaze, the sheriff immediately explained.

Hearing the sheriff's answer, Amanda turned her head again and glanced at the priest in the living room who was comforting the mother of the deceased, and stepped forward to ask.

"Madam, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Looking at Amanda in front of her, Dick's mother subconsciously glanced at the priest beside her.

The latter, nodded slightly to her.

Only then did Dick's mother endure her grief and replied to Amanda, "Of course, please sit down."

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puff-

Accompanied by the sound of stones being thrown into the water.

Nancy opened her eyes.

She found herself in her pajamas standing at the entrance of a dark tunnel, and a large number of water droplets dripped down the cracks at the top of the tunnel, splashed on the ground and became wet, stepping in the wet tunnel, a bone-chilling chill ran down Nancy The soles of his feet emerged.

Behind him, at the entrance of the tunnel.

The dazzling white light made Nancy unable to see the scene outside clearly. In the depths of her heart, there seemed to be a vague voice telling her not to go there.

Under the pull of the inexplicable voice in her heart, Nancy began to walk towards the depths of the tunnel.

Stepping on the wet ground of the tunnel with bare feet, it made a crackling sound, which was particularly loud in the silent and empty tunnel.

ticking—

In the gap in the tunnel, a drop of water fell on Nancy's face, with a chill to the bones.

Reaching out her hand to wipe off the water stains on her face, Nancy continued to move forward along the dim road of the tunnel.

Seconds, minutes, or even longer.

In the dark and silent tunnel, walking constantly by the faint light, Nancy seemed to have lost the concept of time.

From the gaps in the tunnel, water drops kept falling on her body.

At first, Nancy reached out to wipe off the water stains, but as more and more water droplets fell, she no longer had the energy to pay attention to them.

The falling water droplets soaked Nancy's pajamas, and the bone-chilling chill penetrated into her body along the wet pajamas.

Reaching out and clasping her arms, Nancy gritted her teeth and continued to walk in the tunnel.

Finally, after walking for an unknown amount of time, she stopped.

With the help of the faint light in the tunnel, the intersection of the tunnel in front of him was blocked by a strange wall.

In the center of the wall, there was a little light in the glass on a door.

"Why, there is a door in the tunnel?"

Look at the door in the center of the tunnel wall.

Doubtful thoughts flashed through Nancy's mind.

However, the arm stretched out unconsciously and grabbed onto the doorknob.

squeak—

Turning the handle, accompanied by a harsh twisting sound.

The door in the center of the wall was opened, and a wave of heat immediately enveloped Nancy.

The scorching heat dispelled the chill on Nancy's body. She put down her curled arms and looked up at everything behind the door.

A huge ironworks.

Various steam pipes filled the factory, and the steam sprayed from the cracks of the pipes brought the scorching high temperature to make everything around it extremely hot. Nancy stepped on the steaming ground, and the puzzled look in her eyes became more and more obvious. What happened in front of her made her feel extremely puzzled.

However, she seemed to subconsciously accept this absurd result.

In this way, under the instigation of her inner voice, Nancy ignored the unreasonableness in front of her and continued to walk in the factory.

puff-

Sharp iron claws slashed over the pipes of the factory, spraying a lot of steam.

In the darkness, a bony figure wearing a brown top hat and a red and green striped sweater flashed past the corner of the factory. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

The loud sound of steam spraying behind her made Nancy subconsciously turn her head to look.

It was empty and there was nothing there.

It's just that this sudden strangeness made Nancy feel a sense of urgency in her heart.

She stepped on the hot ground of the factory and started to run away.

Passing through the pipes, every time Nancy passed a forked intersection, a large amount of steam would be sprayed out.

These steams gathered together to form a scorching high temperature, which enveloped Nancy.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, but Nancy lowered her head and saw that her arm had been dyed red with blood.

"Blood? This blood!"

Looking at the blood on her arm, a terrifying thought flashed in Nancy's mind.

She looked down at the pajamas on her body, the originally white pajamas had been stained with blood.

It was fitting on her body, giving off a **** smell.

Reaching out and touching the pajamas, Nancy's eyes flashed a look of horror as she looked at her blood stained with blood.

"These blood dripped from the gaps in those tunnels. What dripped from the tunnels was not water, but blood!"

Knowing all this, the expression on Nancy's face became more and more frightened.

She looked around the factory in panic, and more and more memories began to emerge in her mind.

She shouldn't be here, she should be at home on Elm Street.

"I like your new pajamas, it reminds me of a 'good' life."

In the midst of Nancy's terrified expression, a hoarse and sharp voice sounded from behind her.

At the same time, sharp iron claws slashed across her cheek.

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