American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 343 Alan's Confession Balloon

woo woo woo...

Violet hid in the bathtub and cried, letting the water from the shower splash on her body.

It seems to wash away the filth in the body and the unbearable memories.

"Violet, I will protect you."

Tate clenched his fists tightly, watching his beloved goddess being humiliated in this way, but he could do nothing about it and felt extremely humiliated.

He slowly unclenched his fists, wanting to reach out and hug Violet to ease her mood.

"Go away."

Violet's eyes were filled with tears, and she showed no disdain for it in her eyes.

She knew everything about the trouble between Tate and her mother, but since they lived under the same roof, many things could not be said openly. Moreover, she had her own agenda and had been taking advantage of Tate, her bootlicker.

His performance this time made Violet feel extremely disappointed.

Tate was at a loss for a moment after being scolded by the goddess.

At the same time, Uncle Ben was furious and looked for Allen to seek revenge. He could not swallow the humiliation of his own daughter.

Bang!
Kick open the door.

Alan shouted at his body and performed twisted performance art on the bed in the master bedroom.

The first owner of the house, Bella, huddled in the corner in fear.

"Damn it, I want you to pay."

Uncle Ben walked forward angrily and was about to attack with his fist.

Allen did a somersault, keeping the half-kneeling position of the Terminator, maintaining a devilish expression, and reached out to take out a roll of tape, and asked: "Have you ever experienced a confession balloon?"

"..."

Uncle Ben was stunned, and really couldn't guess the purpose of the tape.

In fact, when Alan saw Uncle Ben in a black latex suit, he already had a very good idea, so when he asked Violet to hire him, he found a roll of tape on the second floor.

Chi!

Alan tore off a piece of tape, his eyes full of evil and viciousness.

"What do you want to do?"

Uncle Ben subconsciously took a few steps back, trying to escape from the master bedroom.

Jie Jie Jie...

However, Alan pounced on him and pinned him to the ground, and the tape kept wrapping around the gap in the latex suit on his neck, and then his limbs.

"Don't do this, I won't scare you anymore, please stop."

Alan was indifferent to Uncle Ben's pleading. He turned to look at Bella and said, "Help me hold her down, or I'll hold you in the toilet."

Bella was at a loss as to what to do and could only obey obediently.

After all, his brain was blown out by a bullet and his IQ is in a low state.

Alan bit through the tape with his teeth, sealing the openings in the latex suit around his neck, one arm, and both legs.

Next, do the unexpected.

what…

Alan took a deep breath and blew air into the latex suit.

That’s right, just like blowing up a balloon, you keep blowing air into it.

Due to the sealing and super elasticity of the gel coat, it is bulging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Don't brag, I'm getting bigger."

Uncle Ben looked at the expanding latex suit in horror, feeling like a balloon, but he struggled to break free from the other party's control.

Alan's face turned red as he blew the air. His lung capacity was so great that he blew for five minutes without stopping. Veins on his forehead bulged and he was trembling slightly, but he kept blowing air in stubbornly.

Bella withdrew her hand, worried that she would explode like a balloon. She was so scared that she hid under the bed, covering her eyes and acting like an ostrich.

"Done!"

Alan looked at the masterpiece with satisfaction, pinching Uncle Ben's cuff with one hand and picking up the tape to seal it again with the other.

Finally, the human-shaped balloon is completed.

In fact, Ben knew all about his wife Vivian's affairs, which was why he kept wearing a black latex suit, deliberately hinting at her all the time and making her feel guilty, so that Vivian would obey him.

Each family member has his or her own little tricks in mind, and none of them are good people.

But the problem is that he meets Alan, who is feared by all gods and demons.

At this moment, Uncle Ben's limbs were stretched straight as if they were locked up due to the bulging of his latex suit. He watched Alan lift his foot and run around the room like kicking a ball.

"Please, let it go."

If they were undead, then the guy in front of them was a living devil.

He even plays with ghosts.

"Ban, I'm here to save you." "No..."

At this time, Vivian pushed the door open with a fruit knife in her hand.

As it happened, Uncle Ben bounced back to the door and found that his wife was holding a knife with the tip pointing towards him.

puff…

The sharp tip of the knife slightly pierced into the bulging leather jacket, and immediately, it flew backwards uncontrollably like a deflated balloon.

bang bang bang...

Ahhh! ! !
In the master bedroom, Uncle Ben looked like he had lost all hope in life and let the impact of his frustration take its toll on him, causing him to stumble around the room in disorder.

Alan looked around to follow Uncle Ben's flight path.

Until it ran out of steam and fell to the floor.

"Yeah, let's play again."

"No…"

……

The next day.

Early in the morning, Bruce woke up rubbing his forehead.

I suddenly felt sore in my back and waist. It was because the ground was too hard. I was used to the soft Simmons mattress, so naturally I felt like my whole body was falling apart.

"Wake up, I have prepared breakfast."

The maid, busy in the open kitchen, pointed to the milk and sandwiches on the dining table.

"Who are you?" Bruce asked warily.

In his eyes, the red-haired maid had an exceptionally hot and attractive figure, but when he thought about the haunted house, his first reaction was to doubt whether the other person was human.

“I’m Noila Mo, the maid of this family. My employer Noila asked me to help you solve the trivial matters of life.”

Noila Mo walked over slowly, handed over a bottle of jam, and considerately unscrewed the cap for Bruce. The jam was inadvertently stained on her fingers, and she put it into her mouth and sucked it without any taboo, her eyes looking at the other person charmingly from beginning to end.

How could the young and energetic Bruce resist such temptation? He suddenly felt dry mouth and his heartbeat quickened.

"This is a haunted house. Aren't you afraid?"

Bruce deliberately brought up the topic to cover up the hormonal explosion in his body.

"I only come to work during the day and don't live here at night."

Noila Mo bit her nails lightly, her demeanor revealing maturity, sexiness, laziness, and her teasing intentions were not concealed.

"Good morning, Lusi."

After a busy night, Alan hurried downstairs to say hello to Bruce.

"Please call me by my full name Bruce."

If there were no outsiders present, Bruce would not care about Alan's casual address, but he naturally wanted to leave a good impression in front of a beautiful woman.

"Okay, let's go."

Alan turned to look at Noila Mo and asked curiously: “Auntie, who are you?”

Mother?

Bruce was confused, Noila Mo was clearly in her early thirties, a mature age, and had nothing to do with an aunt anyway.

But on second thought, Alan is not mentally normal and his words are illogical, so naturally he is not credible at all.

“Noila Mo.”

Noila Mo responded indifferently, and walked towards the stairs in a charming manner, not forgetting to give Bruce a meaningful look.

In fact, in Alan’s eyes, Noila Mo really looked like an old woman, and his mage passive skill could see through illusions.

Therefore, Noila Mo’s expression immediately became cold, and she was unwilling to have too much contact with Alan on the first floor.

Unfortunately, Bruce couldn't see through the illusion and was convinced that he saw the sexy maid.

"I'm stuffed."

After saying this, Bruce couldn't wait to catch up to the second floor.

It seems that hormones suppress rationality and give up the ability to think.

"You lied with your eyes open. You clearly didn't eat a single bite."

Alan picked up the sandwich on the plate and ate it with relish, not forgetting to recall: "Maid Noila Mo, isn't this the ghost old lady who likes to seduce the male owner in the first season of American Horror Story."

Seduce the male owner.

Keywords trigger the IQ switch.

"I can't let Lusi make the mistake of having sex with an old lady."

Allen immediately realized the problem. As soon as he stood up to organize it, a sly expression occupied his face: "Wouldn't it be more interesting if I exposed them halfway through the kiss?"

(End of this chapter)