Killing the US fear starts from the fatal bend

Chapter 76 Resurrection, My Love (4300 words chapter)
With the entry of the golden wool, the slightly damaged and illusory figure of the Candy Man gradually became real, and his condition looked a little better than when he was summoned to Waldburg for the first time.

In its pupils, some complex and mysterious pictographic symbols loomed, a little bit of condensed rendering, at first glance it looked like a fragment of a mirror, flashing dark arcs of light.

The man watched the changes in the candy man's pupils and heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this stupid nigger didn't waste this precious blank divinity. It seems that the divinity of "Mirror" has been extracted from his body, and then he only needs to continue to create momentum for the legend of "Candy Man". Create some horrifying rumors and murder scenes, and wait for this idiot to recover his strength.

With the concentration of divinity, the candy man's mind gradually began to recover.

He had obviously dealt with that man before, and when he saw him, his expression was displeased, and he said gloomily, "Have those people who hurt me been dealt with?"

The man almost slapped him across the face.

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

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

What I want to solve the most right now is Ni.

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

The man suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Not yet, the official people are not so easy to deal with. You should be careful during this time, don't answer any calls, don't go out, just stay here and wait for your strength to improve."

The gentle way of treating men for a long time made the candy man gain an inch. He said dissatisfiedly: "Your way of improving me is too slow. Only when I create death myself can I get more fear."

He felt the cohesive and turbulent power in his body, which was several times stronger than before, and said, "Or you can give me a few more of the power just now."

The man's blood pressure spiked.

I said he can't get used to niggers, he's almost getting used to him.

He turned his head away, as if one more look would explode.

"In short, you must never respond to any call anymore, and you can't get close to the official place. You can handle the rest yourself. That divinity should have strengthened your shuttle ability, and the situation is not right."

The candy man said impatiently: "Got it, got it, no one can catch me."

As he spoke, he turned around and got into the mirror, not knowing where he was going.
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At this time, Tvina District Police Station.

The four of Luke have arrived outside the interrogation room where the gang leader who pretended to be a candy man and beat Professor Helen was interrogated.

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

As for why it's fake "Candy Man", I just think it's cool.

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

Daxter smiled casually and said, "Leave it to me."

He put his hand into the small pocket like a treasure bag. In the previous battle with the candy man, he took out the few spells he used from there.

Luke looked over curiously, and saw that there was a metal-like flake in Daxter's hand.

Seeing that Luke was curious, he explained: "The hypnosis spell is a very simple basic spell. It can only be used to deal with some ordinary people with low mental strength. It is useless in the extraordinary world, but it is very convenient for solving cases."

After speaking, he put the spell in the palm of his hand, and walked into the interrogation room with several people.

The black leader saw that there were a few more people coming, the old one, the young one, and a woman. He obviously didn't know that the most unofficial people in the rivers and lakes were the elderly, women and children, so he just smiled disdainfully: "The police station Is there no one else? I’m looking for you guys to ask questions.”

None of the four responded to these words. Daxter walked over to approach the black leader who was handcuffed on the interrogation chair, and the spell in his hand faintly emitted a strange wave.

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

The black man on the opposite side of this question has already answered this question several times, and he replied casually: "Yes, it's me, do you each have to ask it once?"

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

The black Mandy still had the expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water: "You mean that white Bitch? Yes, I beat her up. She shouldn't be doing her so-called social research in the black territory."

After two exchanges, I don't know if it was the influence of the power of the spell, the atmosphere on the field eased a little.

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

His spirit began to slacken, and his eyelids couldn't help but began to fight.

Seeing the effect of the spell, Daxter asked in a soft voice: "Did someone instruct you to pretend to be a candy man?"

When Mandy heard the question, she subconsciously replied, "Yes."

Daxter continued to ask: "Who is it, do you know his name or appearance?"

This question seems 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 place. He was wearing a mask and hat, and I couldn't see his face clearly." face, but from the eyes you can tell it's a white man."

"Then what else have you been doing besides spreading rumors?"

"They asked me to focus on the people who came to investigate the candy man case, and nothing else."

Without any more clues, Daxter put away the spell in his hand and knocked it into the treasure bag.

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

Also.

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

Mandy also realized that he had said the wrong thing again, so he shut his mouth, said nothing, and dared not meet Luke again.

Daxter stepped forward, pressed Mandy's head, turned around, stared into his eyes and said, "You can say it yourself, or, like just now, I can help you say it."

In the face of supernatural power, Mandy realized his own powerlessness. After a brief ideological struggle, he swallowed his saliva and said frankly: "It's a white man. I could tell the smell. He killed a little boy in a public toilet on my property, which is where I first advertised Candyman."

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

Invisibility and can freely choose whether to be seen for different people.

Luke, who has little knowledge of this kind of ability, has no clue at all, and Amisha is even more of a layman among laymen. The two can only look at Daxter and Yaskar for help.

Dust smiled wryly, "Why, do you really think I'm an encyclopedia? I don't know either."

Yaskar also shook his head blankly, "I don't know either."
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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 slaughterhouse hangs a dead pig on the hook, lifted him up, watched his legs struggling feebly, showing A wanton and happy smile.

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

The candy man, who had fully recovered from his injuries and greatly increased his mobility, felt confidently. He casually sensed the nearby mirror and saw that the middle-aged white man was arranging his appearance in front of the mirror. Drilled out from the mirror and killed him to vent his anger.

After tasting the fear and blood, the candy man 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 fight against herself, and she published a report in some shit newspaper, saying that the candy man did not exist, it was a lie made up by people.

As a result, a large number of ordinary people who have never really encountered themselves lost their fear of themselves, and his strength dropped a lot.

Damn, why are you against me.

The candy man recalled the sweet love at the beginning, and the fresh body of the woman, and dropped the corpse in his hand, turning into a swarm of bees and flying out of the open window.

In just a short while, he had already planned a "flawless" plan: kill a few people first, then hypnotize and control the woman to the scene, plant her, and do it again several times if he fails once, and guide the police's actions in the dark , it is best to let her die with a wronged person, and become a wronged soul, so that she can be with her forever.

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

Kill this young woman and resurrect her eternal love.

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

The swarm hovered around the place where Helen had investigated her for a long time, and they finally found her.

In the empty underground parking lot, while walking, Helen took some of the negatives of the photos about the Candyman case that her companion gave her, and took them out one by one for observation. Just as she walked to the side of the car, she took out the keys and was about to get in the car. A voice came from behind, and a deep voice called her name inexplicably.

"Helen."

In the excitement of getting new clues, the woman didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. She turned her head to see if there was no one beside her, and responded, "It's me."

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

"Helen."

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

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

She asked aloud, "Who are you?"

The man still raised his head without any reaction.

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

The man's posture didn't move, and his mouth didn't open, but a clear voice sounded in her heart and mind.

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

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

Suddenly, frames of pictures came to mind, which were the murals of the Candy Man seen during the investigation.

There was a stabbing pain in her brain, and she couldn't stand steadily, so she had to lean against the car to support her body.

One picture after another continued to flash in her mind, making her dizzy.

She widened her eyes and stared at the figure opposite, but she couldn't recognize who it was for a long time, and asked in confusion, "Do I know you?"

The figure on the opposite side finally reacted. With his hands behind his back, he slowly walked towards Helen with his hands behind his back, his voice still low.

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

Helen seemed to lose control of her body as she said, "Sorry, I'm leaving."

But his body didn't move, he could only stand there blankly.

The candy man showed a smug smile. Such mortals are too weak in front of him, and he can control their life and death at will.

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

"Now you don't need to go, you are not satisfied with my story, so here I come."

"Be my victim."

Seeing the mysterious runes spinning in the candy man's pupils, Helen's eyes went dark and she lost consciousness.
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In the dream, a burst of violent screaming and howling sounded, gradually awakening Helen.

She opened her eyes to see the moldy ceiling and the floor lying somewhere.

The howling not far away continued.

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

The frightened Helen quickly touched her stomach and found that there was no wound on her body, but there was still no trace of stability.

If it's not your own blood, who could it be?
In a panic, she stood up with both hands and feet, ignoring the blood on her body, and opened the door of the room planning 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 that flowed out formed a small pool of blood on the ground.

Helen backed away in fright. She regained her composure, picked up the kitchen knife next to the head to defend herself, and walked towards the direction of the wailing sound.

A black woman was crying at the bedside.

Seeing Helen with the knife, she ran out like crazy, chased Helen, threw her to the ground, strangled her neck, and hit the floor hard.

Shouting, "You murderer! Murderer!"

Helen couldn't hold the woman's arm at all, and in desperation, the kitchen knife in her right hand stabbed at the woman's arm.

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 into the door, aiming their guns at Helen tightly.

Helen quickly threw away the kitchen knife in her hand, raised her hands, and stood where she was according to the police's instructions.

The woman who was cut took the opportunity to pick up the kitchen knife and waved it to cut at Helen, but was stopped by several policemen.

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

　.I have been coding in the morning, and it ends at 11:30.Then I was busy with the work of the unit for a while, and I got dizzy after working overtime, and forgot to post it. . .Feel sorry

　　Wait a minute, there is still a chapter of 5300 words, it has been reviewed, let me see what's going on

　　
　
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