American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 129 Chapter 129
"stop!"

The old man's unique hoarse voice sounded again.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

The old man's cloudy eyes turned to Ron and the others.

"The guests are here, the hospitable Matthias should treat our guests well."

The corners of the old man's mouth turned up, revealing a sinister smile.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and there were more wrinkles on his wrinkled face, making him look even older and creepier.

"Tsk tsk, should we entertain our two gentlemen first, or the three noble princesses?"

Ron's pupils trembled.

Because it was the same as his guess.

All five of them were dragged into a dream.

As long as everyone who entered the butler's room appeared in the same dream, including Queenie, Nan, the butler Jeeves, and Zoe, it was by no means a coincidence, and a coincidence could not explain the current situation.

So I was definitely plotted against.

Is it Orfina, that stinky woman?

"How to do?"

Ron rolled his eyes anxiously, frantically thinking about countermeasures.

But he had no clue, this dream was truly terrifying.

But he tried to wake up from the dream more than once, but no matter how hard he tried, he ended in failure.

This nightmare is obviously not so easy to escape.

"So, who do we start with?"

The voice like a demon sounded again.

The old man pointed his index finger at Ron.

"How about starting with you?"

Ron was stunned, and then looked at the old man angrily.

The old man chuckled nonchalantly, "He's really a handsome guy, and he's very energetic. I like the look in your eyes, it's rebellious enough!"

The old man's words made Ron even more angry.

Because he felt that the old man treated him like food on a dinner plate, pigs and sheep raised in captivity, cats and dogs who were teased at will, except that he was not an equal person.

At this moment, the old man stretched out his hand.

Ron was both angry and terrified, because he still hadn't found a way out of the dream.

"Damn it, am I going to die here?"

A sense of powerless despair rose in Ron's heart.

The despair almost suffocated him.

The claws like chicken claws did not reach out to him, but to the side.

Ron widened his eyes, trying to see the situation on the right, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see clearly, unless he could move, otherwise, as far as he could see, he could only see the old man's withered hands like chicken feet.

A doll with white skin and dark brown hair was held by the old man.

"The perfect meal comes last, of course!"

The old man may have sensed Ron's gaze.

He chuckled and said to Ron with great interest.

It turned out that Ron escaped a disaster because of his overly handsome appearance.

When Ron heard this sentence, he realized why he was able to escape.

At the same time, he was relieved, because the old man probably didn't catch Zoe either.

Sure enough, what the old man caught was the fat witch Nan.

"Then, let's start with you. Who makes you look bad, and you don't know how to lose weight. However, if you are so fat, your voice must be very pleasant. According to my experience, obese ladies usually have a very pleasant voice."

Nan in the old man's hand stared wide-eyed in horror.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will be gentle!"

The old man stroked Nan's hair as if he were touching a real person.

Nan's serious panic, instead of being weakened by comfort, became more obvious.

"Crack!"

The old man suddenly twisted Nan's arm.

"what!"

A shrill scream sounded.

Then Ron saw the puppets trembling on the wooden frame.

Many others screamed, like an instinctive reaction, like echoing, like thinking of what happened to them in the past.

Everything seemed so weird and distressing.

In reality, Nan, who fainted on the ground, suddenly lost his arms from his body.

Bright red blood flowed out from the torn wound, staining the ground red.

Next to him was the fainted Queenie and Zoe.

At this time, their eyes were closed, their breathing was steady, but their brows were unconsciously frowned.

Especially on Zoe's beautiful face, the expression of anxiety and horror was very obvious.

It can be seen that she is both afraid and anxious, just as Ron is worried about Zoe, and Zoe is worried about Ron at the same time.

Up they went, and Jeeves, the butler, asleep in the torture chair.

Apparently, they got caught while interrogating Jeeves, passed out, and fell into the old man's nightmare.

"what!"

A scream came from the depths of the soul.

The voice is Nan's, and it is also made by other puppets in the room!

"Whoa, whoa, happy!"

The old man had a relaxed expression on his face, as if he loved and enjoyed the sound very much.

"Crack!"

Nan's other arm also left the body.

"what!"

Nan's screams sounded again.

Ron watched, his heart filled with anger, because he seemed to see his end.

And Quinny beside him closed her eyes in pain.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The same is true for Nan in reality, blood soaked her body, and the pool of blood flowed slowly and firmly towards Zooey.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, Nan's head snapped off at the neck.

in a dream.

"what!"

With a desperate scream, Nan's neck was broken, and the old man twisted his head off.

The old man chuckled, the sound mixed with Nan's mournful voice, it was like the movement of death, which made people feel very depressing.

The old man stared at Ron and the others again.

"Who's next? Ladies first, or men first?"

The old devil's claws grabbed the wide-eyed, infinitely terrified Queenie.

The old man glanced at Ron seemingly unintentionally, and then said: "It seems good to have a piece of dark chocolate before enjoying the main meal."

"what!"

Queenie screamed.

What happened made Ron's eyes widen. At the moment when Queenie's head fell, the old man's head seemed to be twisted by an invisible thing, and it fell off too.

"Ah ah ah..."

As the old man's head fell to the ground, the screams in the room became louder than ever.

"This this……"

Ron was stunned, what's going on?

By the way, voodoo dolls!
Queenie is a voodoo doll herself!

She can inflict her own harm on others.

That is, if he is injured, she can copy and paste the same injury to others.

Queenie's head fell off, so the old man's head fell off too.

Queenie performed a unique witchcraft?

　Damn, the word count is unknowingly less ^_^
　　
　
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