American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 344 Bruce is ruined
The second floor.

Alan stood close to the guest bedroom door, eavesdropping on what was happening inside.

The undead souls looked helplessly at the sneaky mental patient.

Overnight, the darkest moment arrived and Guisheng suffered a great blow.

The permanent resident of the haunted house, the earthbound ghost that everyone fears, was brutally bullied last night. It was the most unsuccessful night since he became a ghost.

Allen's face was full of smiles, and he did not forget to describe himself: "Why do I feel like the cuckolded male protagonist in the educational film who comes home from get off work and finds his wife cheating on him?"

"..."

The angle of this description can be said to be very tricky.

He is clearly a persecutor, but is forcibly described as a victim.

At this time, Alan took a step back and prepared to kick the door open.

Of course, the dead are looking forward to the episode with Bruce and Moira.

After all, Noila Mo’s reputation was not very good, and she often seduced the male owner of the new residents. In fact, everyone didn’t want to get in touch with old lady Gu Xi, whose life was not simple.

Although she died at the prime age of 30, she is now an old lady in her 70s and still likes to ruin other people's families.

Bang!
Kick the door open.

What came into view was Bruce and Noila Mo entangled in the bed. When they heard the sound of the door being broken, they immediately pulled the quilt to cover their exposed bodies.

"Are you sick."

Bruce roared angrily: "I have tolerated you for a long time, don't force me to turn against you."

A good thing was ruined by someone, and anyone would be furious.

Especially when you are in high spirits, a sudden fright can easily cause you to become impotent for life.

Allen said earnestly: "Lusi, I don't want you to make a mistake."

"I fucking told you, don't call me a jerk. I'm Bruce. Bruce Wayne." Bruce corrected angrily.

"Okay, let's go."

Allen was perfunctory and said frankly: "I'm here to show you the truth."

And Noila Mo clutched the quilt tightly, close to Bruce’s back.

But in the eyes of Allen and the undead, an old woman leaning on a young man in his early twenties was a manifestation of moral degradation and distortion of humanity.

Fortunately, Bruce couldn't see the undead crowding the guest bedroom to watch the show.

But the next scene may be a painful memory that he will never forget.

"What truth?"

Bruce said angrily: "You are a psychopath, a complete lunatic. I don't believe a word you say."

hold head high…

Alan responded calmly, not wanting to waste any more words.

With just a raise of his hand, a white light burst out from between his fingers and fell on him.

Priest skill, cleansing light.

Can dispel any negative effects and be immune to any negative effects for five minutes.

Bruceton felt warm all over, and after a glance at himself, he found that he had not changed, and did not forget to reach out and gently stroke Noila Mo’s hand, comforting her: “Don’t be afraid, I will protect you.”

Something's wrong! ?

The back of Noila Mo’s hand, which should have been smooth, suddenly became wrinkled and rough.

I subconsciously turned my head to observe, and suddenly saw a face with gray hair, sagging skin and an old look. The eye sockets were sunken due to the loss of collagen, and the eyes were covered with a layer of gray like cataracts.

"Who are you?"

Bruce's expression froze, and his brain seemed to have shut down.

"Bruce, I'm Noila Mo, and you said you would protect me my whole life." Noila Mo always looked pitiful and like a little bird.

"..."

After a few seconds of his brain being overloaded, Bruce finally regained his sanity.

"Fuck you."

Kick the twilight lover over with one kick.

Bruceton felt his stomach churning as the memory of the two of them desperately trying to kiss each other came to his mind, and an irrepressible feeling of nausea swept over his brain.

vomit…

A wave of nausea and retching.

Unfortunately, I didn’t eat anything in the morning, so my stomach was empty and I could only vomit out some stomach acid.

At the same time, Bruce saw the bedroom full of undead, looking at him with strange eyes.

Public death.

Kill people and kill your heart.

At this moment, Bruce felt naked and exposed.

The bad news is that he is naked. The good news is that the person who sees him naked is not a human being.

"Lusi, think positively, you didn't suffer any loss anyway."

Allen comforted her, "Think positively. Others get happiness by doubling their numbers, but you at least get three times the age, so you get three times the happiness."

what…

With a cry, Bruce could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears, holding his head and covering his face.

The seventy-year-old old lady is older than my grandmother.

"It's a childish thing, please stop watching."

In order to save Bruce's face, Alan drove away the dead spirits who came to join in the fun, and did not forget to remind Noila Mo: "You comfort him like his grandson."

Wow……

Bruce cried even louder and pulled off the quilt to cover his whole body, trying to escape the reality that hurt him.

Go back to the first floor.

Alan summons the undead.

Supernatural incidents must be solved eventually, but they didn't do anything excessive, and putting them to death would be a bit too much.

So, Allen plans to eradicate the problem of haunted houses.

"Who can tell me about the haunted house?"

Faced with Alan's questioning, the undead looked at each other and elected the reluctant Uncle Ben to explain.

In fact, they couldn't explain it.

I can only provide one clue: if you die in the haunted house, you will be trapped there forever without any chance of reincarnation.

“There’s a problem with the attic.”

Violet said bluntly: "We can't enter the attic. It seems that there is a mysterious force that prevents outsiders from entering. Living people can enter without any obstacles. You need to explore the specific situation yourself."

"Okay, I'll go into the attic and find out."

Alan stood up and ran straight to the attic, and a group of undead followed him nervously.

To be honest, they hope to be free rather than being trapped in the haunted house day after day forever.

Obviously, the attic on the third floor was usually not visited by anyone, and the escalator was covered with a layer of dust.

In front of the attic door, Alan looked back at the undead crowding the stairs, staring at him.

"Everyone come closer. I feel more at ease with you at the door."

The undead shook their heads decisively and refused. They had already died once and were unwilling to risk their lives again.

Therefore, if you know there is a tiger in the mountain, you should not go there.

"I'm the hero of this book. I'm not even afraid of the stupid author, but I'm afraid of the NPCs in the book."

Alan turned the doorknob decisively and walked into the attic.

Bang!
Suddenly, the door slammed shut.

The undead spirits shuddered with fear, as if a heavy hammer had hit their hearts.

"Are you scared?"

The door opened again, and Alan poked his head out and said, "I just want to lighten the mood."

"..."

Sure enough, the worry was unnecessary, and we should worry about the horror in the attic.

The door closed again, and the undead waited patiently for the result.

pat!

Alan reached for the light switch by the door frame.

The energy-saving lamps emit dim light, making the isolation seem particularly depressing.

Everywhere you look, you can see old furniture and daily necessities piled up in the house. It looks like it is used as a storage room.

"Oh ha yo..."

Alan said to himself, "I am a soft and sweet boy. I hope there are no scary monsters bullying me."

Naturally, no one responded.

Touching his chin, Allen thought: "It seems that my aura is too strong, which frightens the evil spirits."

"The first step of the Ai-style exorcism is to open the curtains."

After saying that, he walked to the window and opened the curtains to let in enough light from outside.

At the same time, the layout of the house is clearer.

In short, it's nothing more than unused tables, chairs, and a dusty piano.

The only feature that fits the description of a horror film is the picture frame covered with a white cloth.

Alan, who was feeling uncomfortable all over, did not hesitate to tear off the white cloth.

(End of this chapter)