My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 372 Prelude to Sacrifice
"The house at that address is registered in the name of a woman named Kim Newton."

Jia Bo quickly found the relevant information, he looked at the computer screen and said:

"30 years old, white female, blond hair."

"No criminal record whatsoever, but interestingly she was the victim of a rape 15 years ago."

Ethan clamped the phone to his ear: "Are you sure?"

"Very sure." Jaber said unhurriedly, "I'm looking at her file."

Ethan thought of a possibility and asked quickly:

"Do you think it is possible that the victim and the murderer have feelings for each other?"

"I don't know, maybe."

Jaber shook his head. "Maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome?"

"Okay, I know."

Ethan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel: "I'm rushing to save people now, I won't tell you anymore, I owe you one time."

After hanging up the phone, he thought about it and called Brock again.

Now that he is the sheriff, it would be too embarrassing for him not to inform him.

Briefly explaining the situation, Brock said to set off immediately, and asked Ethan to wait for the arrival of support before acting.

Saving people is like putting out a fire, where can we wait.

Ethan prevaricated with a few words and put the phone in his pocket.

The Dodge Challenger roared, rolled up the yellow leaves on the road and galloped forward.

Looking around, it was dark.

Phillips shook his head, trying to wake himself up, his hands bound and strangled.

I can feel my feet hanging in the air, and my whole body is suspended.

He gasped heavily, trying to see his surroundings clearly.

"Phillips?"

A low and hoarse voice came from the side, which made him tremble.

The place where the sound came from was very close to him, just over two meters away.

Philips found that his mouth was not sealed, and asked quickly:
"Hank?"

"Yes."

"Shet." Phillips cursed in a low voice, "That bitch."

"This incident reminds us that in the future we can no longer drink from strangers, even if she is the victim."

Hank's voice continued: "The two of us are finished now."

After Ethan left, Phillips quickly had the victim's details.

They didn't stay too long, and quickly drove to Lin County.

When they came to the victim's home, Phillips and the two of them drank a glass of orange juice when they asked about the murderer's situation back then, and they fainted unconsciously.

"Fingers crossed and praying."

Phillips said depressingly: "Now I hope that my friend can find out that we are missing as soon as possible."

"What can he do alone?"

Hank sighed: "He doesn't know where we are either."

At this moment, a ray of light came from the front.

The light fluttered with the sound of footsteps, and gradually enlarged.

Both of them cheered up and looked at the person coming.

A blond woman in a white dress came down the stairs with a candle, very sweet looking.

Phillips gritted his teeth when he saw the woman.

Behind her, followed a man in a red nightgown.

The man has four fleshy horns on his forehead, which makes people feel shuddering.

The blonde woman moved briskly, lighting up the candles in this space one by one.

With the light, Phillips can finally see the environment he is in now.

This place is obviously a basement, with a large space of tens of square meters. The interior decoration is very strange. There are rows of red candlesticks, and the air is filled with a faint smell of blood.

Demon totems can be seen everywhere, many weapons are scattered on the wall, and the machete is stained with blood.

There is a platform in the middle, wrapped in black leather, on which a young woman is lying, her hands and feet are tied up with restraint belts.

Obviously, that was the murderer's latest prey.

And he and Hank, in a corner of the basement, were tied up and hung up with a hemp rope thick as a thumb.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

A man with horns on his forehead walked over with a glass of red wine and a smile.

The blond woman brought him a chair, and the man sat down.

Phillips spat aside, gritted his teeth and said:

"Declan Bird."

"Yes, it's me."

Bode picked up the wine glass and gestured to the two hanging people: "Special Agent of the FBI, Robert Phillips, nice to meet you."

"As for this one, Mr. Hank Boydt, you are also welcome here."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Phillips gritted his teeth and said, "You are not satisfied with being a serial killer now, do you still want to be a police killer?"

"I didn't look for you."

Bode shook the red wine glass: "It was you who took the initiative to come to the door, and I will definitely treat you well."

"Actually, you don't understand. I didn't kill them because I liked them."

"All of this is for the sacred sacrifice."

"exactly."

Hank sneered: "We all know this, you are a lunatic."

"Please, if you say this, it will make me very sad." Bode stood up and walked to the side: "Although none of this is what I want."

"But I don't think the glorious Satan will mind the two sacrifices that came to your door."

"Next, let me treat you well."

Bode rang the bronze bell, and the stairs in the distance were full of figures.

More than a dozen people, holding candles, walked down the stairs with serious and solemn expressions.

Unexpectedly, there would be so many people here.

The leader was none other than Quick, who was practicing medicine illegally at the dry cleaners today.

Quick walked up to the two of them and said sarcastically:
"As long as you broke into my office, destroyed my belongings, and stole my things, I will let you know that you have provoked the wrong person."

"Pooh."

Phillips spat thick phlegm in his face and looked at him disdainfully.

Quick wiped away the thick phlegm with trembling hands, and raised his head in disbelief: "How could you do this, it's so unhygienic."

He grabbed Phillips' dangling foot and punched him hard in the stomach.

"what!"

"Bah bah bah."

Phillips snorted, then quickly spat in Quick's face.

"You are so disgusting!!!"

Quake was trembling with anger, turned around and ran quickly to the sink beside him.

Seeing this scene happening next to him, Hank closed his eyes helplessly.

"Seal the mouths of both of them." Bode noticed the farce and commanded with a cold face.

Moments later, both Phillips and Hank's mouths were covered with duct tape.

Quick, who had thoroughly washed his head, walked over, and he looked at Phillips angrily: "It will be your turn soon, and I am very much looking forward to that moment.

Putting down his harsh words, Quick walked to the sacrificial altar and slapped the woman lying on it awake.

Then he took out the needle from a small box next to it. This is a well-prepared anesthetic that can keep people awake without moving.

He pushed the needle lightly, and a transparent liquid sprayed out from the needle tip.

(End of this chapter)