Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

As the golden yarn enters, Candyman's slightly damaged and illusory figure gradually becomes real, and his condition looks a bit better than when he was first summoned to Waldburg.

In its pupils, some complex and mysterious pictographic symbols vaguely appeared, condensed and rendered bit by bit. At first glance, they looked like fragments of a mirror, with arcs of dark light flashing through them.

The man looked at the changes in Candyman's pupils and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this stupid nigger did not waste this precious blank divinity. It seems that the divinity of "Mirror" has been extracted from his body. Next, he only needs to continue to build momentum for the legend of "Candyman", no matter how much more Just create some shocking rumors and murder scenes, and wait until this idiot regains his strength.

With the condensation of divinity, Candyman's consciousness gradually began to recover.

He had obviously dealt with the man. When he saw him, he looked unhappy and said gloomily: "Have you dealt with those people who injured me?"

The man almost slapped him.

Do you have any points?

You were beaten like a dead dog. If I hadn't saved you, you would be a piece of scum by now.

He even licked a big black face and asked me if I had solved it.

Am I him? What I want to solve most right now is you.

But the divine concept of "mirror" condensed by this nigger is a necessary condition for the coming of the Lord, and it must be completed with his active cooperation.

The man suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Not yet. The official people are not easy to deal with. You should be careful during this period. Don't respond to any more calls. Don't go out. Just stay here and wait for your strength to improve."

The man's gentle treatment for a long time made Candyman push forward. He said dissatisfiedly: "Your method is too slow to improve me. Only by creating death myself can I gain more fear."

He felt the power in his body becoming condensed and turbulent, several times stronger than before, and said: "Maybe you can give me a few more of the power just now."

The man's blood pressure suddenly rose.

I just said that I can't spoil a nigger, and I'm almost becoming a master of spoiling him.

He turned his head as if he would explode if he took one more look.

"In short, you must never respond to any call again, and you cannot go near official locations. You can control the rest by yourself. The divinity should have strengthened your ability to shuttle. Come back if the situation goes wrong."

Candy Man said impatiently: "I know, I know, no one can catch me."

As he spoke, he turned around and got into the mirror, not knowing where he was going.

——

At this time, the Tvina District Police Department.

The four Lukes have arrived at the interrogation room where the gang leader who pretended to be Candyman beat up Professor Helen was interrogated.

The black man had a few fresh scars on his face. It looked like he had been "interrogated" just now, but he still didn't admit anything. He just said that he couldn't stand the white woman asking questions on the black man's territory. , just wanted to beat her up.

As for why I pretended to be "Candyman", I just thought it was cool.

The pre-trial police officer came out and told Amisha all these situations in a low voice, emphasizing how difficult this person was.

Dast smiled nonchalantly and said, "Leave it to me."

He put his hand into the small treasure bag-like pocket, where he took out several charms he used in the previous battle with the Candyman.

Luke looked over curiously and saw that there was indeed a metallic flake object in Dust's hand.

Seeing Luke's curiosity, he explained: "The hypnotic spell is a very simple basic spell. It can only be used to deal with ordinary people who have low mental strength. It is useless in the supernatural world, but it is very convenient for solving crimes."

After saying that, he put the talisman in his hand and walked into the interrogation room with several people.

When the black leader saw a few more people coming in, an old one, a young one, and a woman, he obviously didn't know that the people who should not be offended the most are the old people, women, and children. He just smiled disdainfully: "Police Station Is there no one left? Let me ask you guys."

None of the four people had any reaction to this sentence. Daxter walked over to the black leader who was handcuffed on the interrogation chair, and the charm in his hand faintly emitted a strange fluctuation.

He asked gently in an unhurried tone: "You are Mandy Carlson, right?"

The black man on the opposite side has answered this question several times, and he replied in a nonchalant manner: "Yes, it's me. Do you want each of you to ask this question once?"

Dast continued to ask: "Did you hit Ms. Helen?"

Mandy, a black man, still looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water: "Are you talking about the white Bichi? Yes, it was me who beat her up. She shouldn't be doing her so-called social research in black people's territory."

After two exchanges, I don’t know if it was due to the influence of the spell’s power, but the atmosphere on the field relaxed a little.

Suddenly a subtle light flashed in Dast's hand, and the fluctuations that could only be felt vaguely before became more obvious. Mandy was confused for a while, and suddenly felt that Dast in front of her didn't look so annoying anymore.

His energy began to weaken, and his eyelids couldn't help but start fighting.

Seeing that the spell was taking effect, Daxter asked in a soft voice: "Did someone instruct you to pretend to be the Candy Man?"

Mandy heard the question and answered subconsciously without thinking about it: "Yes."

Dast continued to ask: "Who is it? Do you know his name or appearance?"

This question seemed a little complicated. Mandy thought for a while before answering: "Someone gave me a sum of money to spread rumors about the Candy Man in my territory. He was wearing a mask and a hat, and I couldn't see his face clearly. His face is white, but his eyes show that he is white.”

"Then what else did you do besides spreading rumors?"

"They put my attention on the people who came to investigate the Candyman case and nothing else."

With no more clues, Dust put away the charm in his hand and knocked it into the treasure bag.

Mandy also gradually woke up from the half-asleep state. He suddenly recalled the scene just now and shouted in horror: "Wizard! You are also an evil wizard!"

Too.

Luke's eyes lit up and he stepped forward to grab his collar, "Have you seen other wizards?"

Mandy also realized that he had said the wrong thing again. He closed his mouth and said nothing, not daring to look at Luke again.

Dast stepped forward, held Mandy's head, turned it around, stared into his eyes and said, "You can tell it yourself, or, like just now, I can tell it for you."

In the face of the supernatural force, Mandy realized his powerlessness. After a brief ideological struggle, he swallowed and confessed: "He is a white man. Although he disguised himself, he had a false sense of professional elite. I could tell the smell right away. He killed a little boy in a public toilet on my property, and that's where I first promoted Candy Man."

As he spoke, his whole body began to tremble. "I saw the man who killed the little boy, covered in blood, walking out of the public toilet. He gestured to me with his thumb across his neck and mouthed the word "candy man" to me. But except for me Outside, no one can see him, as if he is invisible."

Invisibility and the ability to freely choose whether to be seen by different people.

Luke, who had little knowledge of this kind of ability, had no clue at all, and Amisha was even more of an amateur among amateurs. The two could only look to Dust and Aska for help.

Dast smiled bitterly, "Why, do you really think I am an encyclopedia? I don't know."

Yaska also shook his head blankly, "I don't know either."

——

A few days later.

In a small villa, the Candy Man hooked the sharp iron hook in his right hand into the throat of a middle-aged white man, like a dead pig hanging on the hook in a slaughterhouse. He lifted him up and watched his legs struggle weakly, revealing A smile of unbridled joy.

After absorbing the blank divinity, his [Mirror Travel] skill has been strengthened. Now, when there is a mirror around him, he can freely perceive all mirrors within one kilometer through the mirror around him, and observe the surrounding environment through the opposite mirror. , after a short casting delay, travel through any mirror.

Candy Man, who had fully recovered from his injuries and greatly increased his mobility, was confident. He sensed the nearby mirror at will. When he saw the middle-aged white man adjusting his instruments in front of the mirror, pretending to be very much like the farmer who killed him, he directly He emerged from the mirror and killed him to vent his anger.

After tasting fear and blood, Candyman felt much better, and he finally remembered what he had to do before.

That woman, the woman who was investigating him, looked exactly like his former lover.

But she wanted to go against herself. She published a report in some bullshit newspaper, saying that Candyman did not exist and was a lie made up by people.

As a result, a large number of ordinary people who had never really encountered him lost their fear of him, causing his power to drop a lot.

Damn it, why are you going against me.

The Candyman recalled the sweet love and the woman's living body, and threw the body in his hand casually, turning into a swarm of bees and flying out of the open window.

In just a short while, he had already hatched a "flawless" plan: kill a few people first, then hypnotize and control the woman to come to the scene, frame her up, and if it didn't work, he would do it a few more times, and he would guide the police's actions in the dark. , it would be best to let her die unjustly and become an innocent soul, so that she can be with him forever.

He even gave this plan a resounding name: Resurrection, my love.

Kill this young woman and resurrect his eternal lover.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's a pity that he is just a university professor, not a female college student, otherwise it would be more perfect.

The swarm of bees hovered for a long time at the place where Helen had investigated herself, and sure enough, they found her.

In the empty underground parking lot, Helen was walking, holding some of the negatives of photos about the Candy Man case given to her by her companions. She took them out one by one and observed them. As soon as she walked to the car, took out the keys and was about to get in, there was a burst of footsteps. The sound came from behind, and a deep voice called her name with unknown meaning.

"Helen."

In the excitement of getting new clues, the woman did not realize the seriousness of the matter. She turned her head to look at no one around her and responded: "It's me."

It was the same sound again, with the same gloomy tone that was deliberately slowed down.

"Helen."

The excited expression on Helen's face disappeared, and she turned around to look directly behind her in confusion.

At the other end of the parking lot, a tall human figure stood in the sun, head raised, as if thinking about something.

She asked loudly: "Who are you?"

The man still raised his head and showed no reaction.

She realized something was wrong, lowered her voice, and repeated nervously: "Who are you?"

The man didn't move, nor did he open his mouth, but a clear voice sounded in her heart.

"Helen, I'm here just for you."

Seeing that the man was mysterious and dangerous, she immediately turned around and wanted to drive away.

Suddenly, frames of pictures emerged in his mind, which were the murals of the Candy Man that he had seen during the investigation.

There was a stabbing pain in her brain and she was unsteady, so she had to lean against the car to support herself.

Pictures continued to flash through her mind, causing her to feel dizzy.

She stared at the figure opposite her with wide eyes, but for a long time she couldn't identify who it was. She asked confusedly: "Do I know you?"

The figure opposite finally reacted. He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards Helen with an inscrutable look. His voice was still as low as ever.

"No, you don't know me, but you doubt my existence."

Helen seemed to have lost control of her body and said, "Sorry, I have to go."

But his body remained motionless and he could only stand there blankly.

Candyman smiled proudly. Such mortals were too weak in front of him. He could control their life and death at will.

He stretched out his right hand behind his back, and there were still fresh blood and flesh stains on the iron hook.

"You don't need to go now, you're not satisfied with my story, so here I am."

"Be my victim."

Seeing the mysterious runes spinning in the Candy Man's pupils, Helen's vision went dark and she lost consciousness.

——

In her sleep, a violent scream and howl sounded, gradually waking Helen up.

She opened her eyes, and the ceiling covered with mold appeared in front of her, and she didn't know where she was lying on the floor.

The crying and howling not far away continued.

She sat up, lifted up the coat covering herself, and found that her abdomen was covered with blood.

The frightened Helen quickly touched her belly and found that there were no wounds on her body, but she still felt no peace at all.

If it's not your own blood, whose blood could it be?

In a panic, she stood up using her hands and feet. Regardless of the blood on her body, she opened the door of the room and planned to go out.

As soon as the door was opened, a bloody human head was lying on the ground at the door, and the blood flowing out formed a small pool of blood on the ground.

Helen was so frightened that she backed away. She regained her composure, picked up the kitchen knife next to the head to defend herself, and walked towards the direction of the wailing.

A black woman was crying at the bedside.

Seeing Helen holding the knife, she ran out like crazy, caught up with Helen, threw her to the ground, choked her neck, and slammed her to the floor.

As they hit each other, they shouted: "You murderer! Murderer!"

Helen couldn't hold on to the woman's arm at all. In desperation, she stabbed the woman's arm with the kitchen knife in her right hand.

The severe pain caused the woman to fall to the ground. Helen turned and knelt on the ground, controlled her, and raised the knife to try to calm her down.

Suddenly, there was a sound outside the door.

"Police, open the door!"

As soon as the voice fell, several policemen broke in through the door, aiming their guns tightly at Helen.

Helen quickly threw away the kitchen knife in her hand, raised her hands, and stood still as instructed by the police.

The woman who was stabbed took the opportunity to pick up the kitchen knife and swung it at Helen, but was stopped by several police officers.

After completely controlling the situation, several police officers twisted Helen's arms and took her away, leaving the remaining personnel to check for clues at the scene and calm the emotions of the victim's relatives.

.I have been coding all morning, and it didn’t end until half past eleven. Then I was busy with the work of the unit for a while, and I was so dizzy after working overtime that I forgot to post it. . . Feel sorry

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