American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 128 Chapter 128

Ron laboriously scanned his surroundings.

With the rotation of the eyeballs.

In the familiar room, the wooden cabinet is full of dolls.

"Is this... the room of the butler Jeeves?"

The reason why he didn't react just now was because his vision was limited.

This result startled Ron.

He calmed down and carefully looked at the dolls on the opposite wooden shelf. These dolls were strange.

Their arms, legs and feet were broken, their necks were separated from their bodies, and their heads were scattered all over the place.

Of course, there are even more fragmented bodies, which are not even recognizable as dolls.

The dolls' eyes were wide open, and the corners of their mouths were no longer upturned, but downturned, as if they were crying.

What was even weirder was that Ron felt that the eyes of those dolls could move.

Their eyes widened, and there was a layer of water mist outside the pupils as if they were crying. Moreover, their eyes revealed a trace of sadness.

He lowered his eyes and looked at himself again.

Immediately, his eyes widened.

Because, he was shocked to find that he had turned into a doll.

The arms are plastic, the clothes are plastic, and the body is plastic.

Rolling his eyes in horror.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two complete dolls crowded on either side of his body.

"How could this be? Why am I here?"

He pricked up his ears.

I wanted to hear something, but there was nothing.

"Aren't I sleeping? Why am I here? I'm dreaming, but this dream is so real? So this is a dream?"

"Or... I was plotted against? Steward Jeeves plotted against me?"

No, you have to wake up immediately.

As a result, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake up.

Instead of waking up, except for his eyes, he found that he couldn't move his body at all, even his hands and feet.

His body is a doll, so naturally he cannot move.

I do not know how long it has been.

Ron was getting more and more impatient.

He found himself seemingly stuck here!

At this moment, Ron noticed that the puppet next to him actually moved.

Yes, moving? !

The puppet's head was slowly turning, turning towards Ron.

It seemed to turn its head to see Ron clearly.

Ron raised his heart.

"Is the puppet next to me the one in question?"

"Move... move!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Ron fixed on the puppet next to him,
The doll's head is turning slowly but firmly.

black.

The hair is black and the skin is black.

"Why is this puppet black?"

"Sure enough, it's the puppet in question. It must have pulled me into this strange nightmare."

"Absolutely!"

"It must be some kind of weird cursed doll, the kind that can kill people in dreams."

"Made, I really am not perfect, I still have weaknesses!"

The key is that this is in a dream, all the skills can't be used!

Ron felt like his days were like years.

Because he guessed that maybe when the doll saw him, the curse was activated and he died.

But he couldn't move at all, he could only passively wait for death.

Just when Ron was extremely helpless, he saw the face of the puppet next to him.

The puppet's head is turned ninety degrees.

He finally saw the true face of the puppet.

The puppet next to him is actually Queenie? !

No wonder the doll's skin is black, and Queenie is black!

"No, no, how did Queenie become a doll?"

"Also, why can her head move? Can't mine?"

"Could it be that Queenie did all of this?"

I remember that in the original plot, Queenie took refuge in the voodoo witch Mary Lavin.

Did she plot against me to avenge Mary Lavin?

If so, then her acting skills are too good.

I didn't realize at all that she was acting!

Then Ron was stunned, because Queenie's eyes widened significantly when she saw Ron beside her.

This guy is simply trying to steal Madison's job!
Are you still acting at this time?
Are you a non-professional actor, not a major, so dedicated?

How do you let an idol like Madison live?
"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, there was a faint coughing sound outside the door.

The coughing sound was very severe, as if the lungs were about to be coughed out.

Then came the sound of leather shoes on the floor.

Ron heard the voice.

For some reason, I always feel hairy and uncomfortable.

Then, he keenly noticed the horror in the eyes of those torn dolls, and some dolls even shed tears in anxiety.

Wait, they seem to be scared?
Afraid of this voice!
"Ah ah ah..."

What was even weirder was that Ron actually heard the screams.

The screams of countless people screaming together.

The sound made Ron both irritated and confused.

If it's true that they're terrified of the people outside the door, then Queenie might not be behind it all.

Queenie wasn't playing it, and he was really surprised to see himself, and the surprise was real.

As for why Queenie can move?
Possibly related to her abilities, Queenie is a humanoid version of a voodoo doll, so she can control her body.

Therefore, there must be someone else behind the scenes.

Is it Orfina?
Ron first thought of Orfina.

Ofina doesn't seem to have such a weird ability, does she?
Not necessarily, in this weird world, does Orfina not necessarily have any weird abilities?

"Crackling" the door opened.

An old man wearing a suit, a black top hat, shiny leather shoes, and a cane walked in.

The moment the old man stepped into the door, Ron keenly felt that the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

It seemed that the screams just now were all illusions.

There was only one sound in the room, and that was the coughing of the old man.

"Cough cough cough..."

The screams disappeared, and Ron found that the panic in the eyes of the dolls became more obvious. They wanted to close their eyes, but they couldn't close them no matter what.

He could only watch helplessly as the old man walked into the room and approached them step by step.

Ron felt a heavy cloud looming over him.

He was more eager to leave this strange dream.

It is hopeless that he cannot get out of this nightmare at all.

Ron had to force himself to calm down.

At this moment, the old man came over. He saw that the old man's face was covered with wrinkles and obvious age spots, his head was full of frost and snow, he was holding a cane in his hand, and the other hand was holding a white handkerchief to cover his mouth. Twitching non-stop coughing.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old man kept coughing.

So much so that he was a little hunched over from coughing.

After a long time, the cough gradually subsided.

The coughing stopped, and his back straightened a little.

He pulled out a grin and narrowed his eyes until there was only a slit left.

"Not bad, not bad, five more dolls have been added to my collection today!"

A hoarse voice filled with joy sounded.

It's just that anyone can hear something wrong in the words.

"A new doll added to the collection? It should be about me and Queenie."

"Wait, five? Me, Queenie, who else?"

Ron's eyes widened suddenly.

"Nan, butler Jeeves, and Zoe!"

"It's over, no wonder I have a complete doll besides Queenie. Is she Nan, Jeeves, or Zoe? If it's Zoe, I hope, there is no Zoe..."

At this moment, Ron was really anxious.

At this moment, the housekeeper suddenly slapped the dolls whose bodies were torn apart with a stick.

The limbs of the doll flew up, as if they were dancing, but the price was that the stumps of the doll were shattered more thoroughly under the whipping of the stick.

Seeing this scene, Ron finally knew why, none of the dolls were complete?

"Call, why don't you call?"

A hoarse and angry voice sounded, and the housekeeper glared fiercely at the doll on the wooden cabinet, showing cruelty and viciousness.

"Ah ah ah..."

After a brief silence, screams of various colors resounded in the room again.

The sound was a million times more terrifying than before.

The old man spread out his hands, closed his eyes, and showed an intoxicated expression on his face.

"It is this sound, how beautiful, how free, how touching, how touching the soul, even the most harmonious symphony is not as beautiful as this sound!"

"hiss!"

The old man took a deep breath, his expression and movements seemed to be smoking opium.

When Ron heard these screams, his mood was completely different.

He just felt like he was facing an abyss, like falling into hell.

It was even more so for Queenie next to her, the horror in her eyes was about to overflow.

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