Chapter 921: Demon-Killing Rangers (V)

"Oh, it looks like everyone is gone." Horace poked his head into the tree house and found that no one was in the house at the moment.

However, he still led Xiaotan to crawl in from the entrance, and asked him to find a place to sit down.

"It's still early, I think everyone will come over in the afternoon." Horace said, walking to the table at one end of the tree house and picking up a monster magazine. He showed the cover to Xiaotan and said, "As long as you pass our 'monster test', you can join the club."

"Monster...test?" Xiao Tan responded to Horace's words while observing the surrounding things.

"You know..." Horace shrugged and continued, "I just want to test you on some knowledge about monsters to see if you are qualified to join our club."

"For example?" Xiao Tan asked tentatively again.

"For example..." Horace thought about it for a moment, "Well... how to kill vampires."

"Oh..." Xiao Tan responded, and then almost blurted out, "The most thorough way is to expose yourself to the sun."

"Yes." Horace nodded, "What else?"

"Well...piercing a wooden stake through mental arithmetic is a classic method..." Xiaotan thought for a moment and then said, "There are still some worldviews where, you have to chop off their heads." He paused, "Of course...I A friend thought it would be nice to throw them all into a hay-cutting machine..."

"Wow! It turns out you know so much." Horace exclaimed.

"Haha... not bad." Xiao Tan laughed dryly. In fact, his knowledge was limited before, but after playing in the horror park for half a year, he had a good knowledge of all kinds of classic monsters and monsters.

squeak--

While they were talking, suddenly, the entrance to the tree house was opened again, and another little head poked out from the floor (the entrance to the tree house is usually on the floor side).

"Hey, Horace. You're here." The little boy with chestnut hair and a red T-shirt said hello to Horace, and then looked at Xiao Tan, "Who is this kid?"

"He is Wang, the new kid who moved here." Horace replied, and then said to Xiao Sigh, "Wang, this is Sean, he is the founder of the club, and his father helped us build the tree house. of."

As he said this, Sean climbed into the treehouse. And easily closed the entrance.

"Hello." Xiao Tan greeted the other party.

"Hey, hello." Sean answered politely.

"Sean, I want Wang to join our club." Horace put on a weird "martial arts" posture and said with excitement, "He is super powerful. Today he used Chinese Kung Fu to help me beat away E.J and Derek."

"But this is a monster club, not a kung fu seminar." Sean joked.

"Wang also knows a lot about monsters. If you don't believe me, you can test him." Horace immediately replied.

"It's okay..." Xiao sighed, "...but I do know something."

"Oh?" Sean suddenly became energetic. "Then... try our 'Monster Test'. If you can answer more than half of the questions correctly, you will be allowed to join."

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On the other hand, downtown, police station reception hall.

Same as usual. This place is busy almost every day, every hour.

Today, a strange man came here...

"Officer, please! Please lock me up!" He was wearing a green hooded jacket and jeans and looked about thirty years old. He kept shouting at several police officers, "I'm a werewolf! Werewolf!"

And the few policemen who were pestered by him were also very distressed. To be honest... they rarely heard requests to go to jail. I have never heard of the excuse "I am a werewolf".

"Just one night, please, tonight is the full moon!"

"Don't get excited, sir." "Please calm down."

"You don't understand! You have to cuff me! Put me in a cage!"

At this point in the conversation, the man who claimed to be a werewolf had excitedly grabbed the shoulders of one of the police officers with both hands, and would not let go no matter how hard the other officer struggled.

"Oh! Really, man! Since you want to be caught so much, that's the best thing!" The police officers were finally annoyed by him.

Two seconds later, two patrol officers and a police detective came forward together. The three of them worked together to twist the man's backhand and prepare to handcuff him.

"What's going on with this guy?"

"Who knows... it's better to contact the mental hospital."

After hearing the conversation between the police officers, the man became even more excited: "Oh, my God! You still don't understand... you have to..."

His words came to an abrupt end as an idea suddenly occurred to him.

The next second, the man saw the opportunity, pulled out the gun from the waist of the police officer closest to him, and pushed the three people around him away with an unknown brute force.

Bang bang——

He raised his pistol, fired twice at the ceiling without saying a word, and then yelled: "Lock me up!"

Bang bang bang——

Before he finished speaking, three more gunshots were heard.

But this time, it wasn't him who fired, but a patrolman who came from next door after hearing the gunfire.

After the gunfire, the man who claimed to be a werewolf fell down in full view of everyone...

In the eyes of others, this "mental patient who attacked the police and grabbed the gun" seemed to be "shot to death"...

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At the same moment, a museum in the city center.

"Okay, let me confirm with you again..." A black police detective in a trench coat said in a helpless tone to a museum security guard who looked to be close to retirement age, "Here...there was originally a The Mummy from 2000, right?”

"Yes, officer," the security guard replied.

"But he's gone now. He's gone. He's gone. He's history." The detective added in his own rap style.

"Yes, officer." The security guard affirmed with the same answer.

"And you..." the detective walked around the other party, "...said you didn't hear anyone come in...or leave here, right?"

"Uh-huh." The security guard nodded.

"Can you hear me now? Hello?" the detective raised his voice in annoyance.

"Of course, I can hear it clearly, officer." The security guard's response was still so calm.

"So...you mean no one went in and stole the mummy?" the detective continued.

"I would have heard it if it had, officer," the security guard replied.

"Haha... Yes, of course you will hear it. I asked a really stupid question." The detective shook his head and muttered. Then he suddenly turned back, looked at the security guard and said, "Did you take that?"

"No, officer." The security guard's response from beginning to end was calm and clear, but it was not helpful to the case, which made the police detective extremely angry.

"Okay, I'm just asking." The black police detective raised his hands and turned to look at his white partner, "Okay, I tried my best, this case is too difficult. Man, I think we should change our profession. Fireman."

"I'm glad you're still in the mood to joke, Richie." The white police detective continued with a sullen face, then took two steps towards the exhibition hall where the stolen mummies were, and read, "The problem is... A mummy that has been dead for two thousand years will not stand up and walk away on its own.”

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"Ah -" After a scream, the homeless man who had been knocked unconscious by Feng Bujue woke up from his coma.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a dilapidated room with a dirty mattress under him.

"I woke up pretty quickly." The child's version of Feng Bujue's unchanged voice quickly reached the homeless man's ears.

"Huh?" The homeless man turned his head suddenly. I found Brother Jue sitting on a small stool at the other end of the room, looking here leisurely.

"You! You little bastard..." He cursed and stood up, intending to step forward to arrest someone.

But Feng Bujue just sat there calmly. He said an incomprehensible word: "Taro."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the word came out of his mouth, the homeless man screamed, turned over and fell to the ground. The body also shook spasmodically within a few seconds.

"Oh! My back!" The tramp rolled over after falling to the ground, trying to reach his back, but it seemed... this action was very difficult for him.

"Don't try. It's impossible for you to take out the chip by yourself." Feng Bujue said.

"Wha... what chip?" the homeless man replied, "What are you talking about, you little..."

"Taro." Feng Bujue interrupted directly before the other party's next curse word came out.

"Ah!" the tramp yelled again, but the pain went away as quickly as it came. He quickly took breath again and asked, "What on earth did you... do to me!"

"It's nothing. I just put a chip into your back with the help of a friend." Feng Bujue said, "The level of technology contained in this chip far exceeds your understanding and even imagination. I I won’t give a detailed introduction. All you need to know is that from now on, whenever I say..." He paused, "You know...that's the word..." He was undoubtedly referring to the word "taro" Word, "...you will become like that."

"That's nonsense...how is this possible?" Of course the tramp would not believe this easily.

"Don't you believe it yet?" Feng Bujue said, "Then let me say it again, taro..."

"No... don't!" At this time, the tramp got scared, "Don't... don't say it again..."

"Ha..." Feng Bujue smiled, "You should be lucky, Mr. Hill. Long-term alcoholism and various unhealthy lifestyle habits have made your nerves dull and numb... Otherwise, you would feel more vivid pain."

"Who are you?" At this time, the homeless man Hill obviously no longer regarded Feng Bujue as an ordinary child. "How do you know my name?"

"The only thing of some value in the pocket of your coat is your driver's license, Mr. Hill." Feng Bujue replied, "As for my identity, you don't need to delve into it. You can call me...Mr. F ”

"Okay...boy f." Hill asked, "Why did you put that...uh...chip on me?"

"Isn't this obvious... Of course I'm asking you to do things for me." Feng Bujue replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "After all, I'm still a child, and many things are better handled by adults. Take a step back and tell the truth. ...You can at least be my driver."

"But... why did you choose me?" Hill asked.

"You brought it to me yourself, Mr. Hill." Feng Bujue replied, "You tried to rob me, remember?" He spread his hands and said, "This behavior of yours eliminates all my responsibility to you. I can talk about your guilt all day long because of your character.”

"Ah——" Hill was caught in the crossfire again.

"Secondly, given your living conditions, I think... even if you 'suddenly disappear permanently', it won't have much impact on society." The "disappearance" in Feng Bujue's words obviously implies "death", "Anyway... no one will find out in a short time, which is also a very suitable condition."

"Thirdly..." Brother Jue paused for two seconds and added, "Similar to the second point, since you are an alcoholic and a homeless person, your integrity will inevitably be questioned by the secular perspective. For example... no matter what illegal behavior I force you to do, or even if I am arrested with you during the implementation process, I will still be safe. At that time, I just need to pretend to cry and nothing will happen; and you... you can try to tell the police that you were controlled by a child with a super-tech chip and forced to commit a crime, and see what the result will be."

At this point, Hill was already sitting stiffly on the ground, dumbfounded.

"Now, Mr. Hill. If you don't want to hear that word again, get up quickly and change your clothes." Feng Bujue said, pointing to a set of clean clothes next to the mattress, "I still have a lot of things to do before sunset..."

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At the same time, on the edge of the city, on a not-so-rough mountain road.

A very simple family hatchback slowly drove to the side of the road and stopped by the fence.

Then, a pale face appeared in the window on the side of the driver's seat, looking through the window glass and the light-blocking film...at the city in the distance.

No one knows where Dracula got this car, and no one knows why he didn't die in the sun after he turned into a bat and left the plane.

No one knows...as a vampire who has been away from the world for a hundred years, where did he learn to drive...

In short, Dracula in the world view of "The Exorcist" is a man full of mysteries.

"Let everything begin..."

After staring at the city outside the car window for a while, Dracula muttered this sentence to himself in a very immature tone, and then... he showed an expression of finally getting rid of constipation after a long time, mixed with a little excited smile.

After using this facial expression commonly used by horror movie villains... he still restarted the car and drove down the mountain... (To be continued...)