My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 86
Walking down the stairs carefully, and turning a corner, Ethan found that the size below was beyond his expectation.

Looking at the flickering lights, the distance is even darker.

He suddenly remembered the abandoned meat processing factory next to him. It seemed that the basement of this house was connected with the factory next door.

Go straight ahead along the passage, and the wall next to it is covered with iron hooks of various specifications.

It should be the utensils left over from the previous meat processing factory. It has not been used for a long time, but it still emits a cold light.

After walking a few steps, Ethan stopped.

He reached out to touch the iron hook hanging in mid-air beside him, it was sticky.

After rubbing it a bit, put your fingers in front of your eyes.

The blood on the finger hadn't completely solidified, and it was dark red in color. According to the time, it could not be Black, but someone must have been killed here.

The meat processing plant that has been abandoned for many years, if it is the blood left over from the past, it would have been done badly.

Looking at the huge iron hook in front of him, he couldn't think of anything other than people hanging here before.

Ethan's eyes twitched at the thought of facing one or two perverted murderers.

At this time, a figure flashed in front of him, and he quickly opened fire with his gun, hitting the iron pillar where the figure flashed twice, splashing a few sparks.

Ethan put down his gun and quickly chased after him.

After turning two corners, the figure disappeared again, and only the sound of his heavy breathing could be heard around.

Ethan tried to trace the blood, but Gram should have treated the wound, and there was no trace on the ground.

He cursed secretly, this ghostly place is like a maze.

The basement is full of machines that were eliminated from the previous meat processing factory, and there are rooms separated from each other, which should be used to store materials in the past.

When passing by a room, Ethan quickly raised his gun again.

Only this time, he didn't choose to fire.

In the center of the room, a thick iron chain hangs down from above, and the iron chain firmly binds a woman's hands.

He ran over quickly, stepped on the sticky ground, and looked at the blond woman who was suspended by the chain.

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, then clenched his teeth again.

Not Blake, but the hanging woman was a young woman like herself.

The young blonde woman had no clothes on. She looked at Ethan with wide eyes, and endless panic could be seen in her eyes.

Ethan squeezed the handle of the gun hard, his knuckles turning white.

He tried to put the woman down, but the chains were tight.

He stretched out his hand again to close her eyelids, but after several attempts, the woman still stared at him with wide eyes.

"Don't worry, I will avenge you."

After Ethan finished speaking, he pursed his lips and strode out of the room, leaving behind the blond woman who had been disembowelled.

"Gram, you must die."

Ethan lost all fear this time, and searched forward with anger.

After turning a few more turns, I came to an open place with a desk in front of it.

He came to the desk, and various newspapers and periodicals were piled up on the desk.

Ethan flipped through it quickly, and saw the girl's face appearing in it just now, and it was full of news and magazines about the girl's mysterious disappearance.

As he kept flipping through the pages, Ethan's eyes became colder and colder. After turning a few more pages, his hand suddenly stopped.

Unlike the news reports that were all girls, this time it was a little boy.

According to news reports, the innocent and lovely little boy Martin Bristol disappeared while playing in the backyard of his home. The distraught mother asked the kidnapper to talk to her, and was willing to redeem the child even if he lost everything.

Ethan looked at the time of the news report, more than two years had passed.

Could this be the little boy Black saw, who was kidnapped by Gram and came here? I really don't know what this little boy has experienced in the past two years.

He threw down the newspaper in his hand. It seemed that the judgment in the kitchen above was correct. The little boy Martin had been forced to live with Graham.

So, this time, it is Graham, the perverted serial killer, to be solved.

After Ethan dropped the newspaper, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a figure running from the side, and he quickly turned around and chased after him.

After chasing two rooms, the figure in front was not fast, and got under a table.

Ethan was about to shoot when he suddenly felt something was wrong. The figure of this man was too different from that of Graham.

"Martin? Martin Britos."

He leaned behind a pillar and called out in a low voice.

After a while, a clear voice sounded.

"it's me."

It was obviously a boy's voice, and Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, squatting down and looking under the table.

A blond boy in a short-sleeved linen suit hid under the table with his hands folded on his knees. From his face, it could be seen that it was similar to the photo we saw just now.

"Hey, don't be afraid, I'm the US police, come out quickly, I'll take you out of here."

After Ethan patiently persuaded him for a while, Martin finally came out from under the table.

Although bringing a child will make it more difficult for him to act, but he can't be left alone.

Martin Jr. walked up to Ethan with panicked eyes and restrained body.

Ethan found a long knife mark on his face and several scars on his arms.

Ethan sighed and touched his head.

Looking at Martin in linen clothes, Ethan had an idea, and asked quickly:
"Martin, have you seen a big sister with blonde hair today."

Hearing Ethan's words, he thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

Ethan's eyes lit up, and he continued to ask in a low voice:

"Then can you take me to find this big sister?"

"can."

After thinking for a while, Martin replied briefly.

Unlike ordinary children, Martin, who is only seven or eight years old, looks unusually calm and speaks very concisely.

I don't care about Ethan. He has been kidnapped for more than two years. It's normal for him to be different from ordinary children, as long as he can communicate normally.

"Thank you, that's great. After I find that sister, I will take you out of this place together."

At this time, Ethan also breathed a sigh of relief.

From the looks of it, Martin should be very familiar with the following.

I finally got rid of the situation like a headless chicken. As long as I find Black, the next thing will be easy to operate.

After comforting Martin a few more words, he took his hand and walked to the side following Martin's guidance.

After they left this place, a black shadow flashed past in a corner in the distance.

After a while, following Martin's footsteps, he came to an empty place again.

All kinds of blood-stained knives were placed neatly on the wooden table against the wall, and inside were glass jars of various shapes, large and small, and various human body parts were soaked in the light red liquid.

Next to it was an incinerator taller than a person, and inside the incinerator was a thick layer of white ash.

(End of this chapter)