American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 131 Chapter 131
The candle flame was flickering non-stop, as if it might go out at any moment.

Seeing this, Ron accelerated the speed of chanting the spell, and at the same time the scissors cut towards the photo faster.

Suddenly, the cup on the table flew up and hit Ron's head straight.

Seeing that he was about to hit his head, Ron focused on two things.

The ability of thinking was activated, and the cup flew out.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

Then the fruit knife on the table flew up and hit Ron.

I made a mistake, I should have found a guardian in advance.

The reason why Ron didn't let Zoe participate was very simple. The old man was weird, and Zoe would be hypnotized and fell into a deep sleep after meeting him, and then Zoe was pulled into a dream.

Even if he wanted to save people, it would be difficult.

In this way, instead of becoming a helper, Zooey will become a drag, which he does not want to see.

Before casting the spell, he never expected that the old man could actually appear in reality and directly affect his casting.

However, looking at it from another angle, the old man must have felt that he was really threatened when he appeared here.

So the skill of sticking villains is useful.

Sure enough, only magic can defeat magic, and only curse can defeat curse.

Ron kept chanting spells.

The shining blade shot at the back of Ron's head, very fast.

"brush!"

It was about to plunge into Ron's head.

"brush!"

There was another sound of metal breaking through the air, and the fruit knife bounced out at a faster speed.

The small half of the blade sank into the wall, and the blade shook for a while.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ron caught a glimpse of the old man on the sofa.

The corners of the old man's mouth curled up, his smile was extremely creepy, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Just in time, Ron finally finished chanting the spell, and the photo fell into fragments and fell on the formation.

Ron took out the only doll.

The puppet doll was obtained from voodoo witch Mary Lavine, but unlike the factory dolls, it has a handmade roughness.

Eyeballs made of beads, a mouth and nose sewn together with threads, filled with weird things like hair, nails, and dirt, and wrapped in linen cloth stained with dried blood on the outside.

Ron took out the needle and pricked his finger without hesitation. There was a tingling pain, and blood dripped down the finger on the doll.

At this moment, the wind became stronger.

The curtains were blown, the tables and chairs began to move, the lights flickered and the candles faltered.

Bright red blood flowed down the corners of the old man's eyes, quickly soaking the sofa, and the blood began to spread from the sofa along the site towards the magic circle drawn by Ron.

The shattered glass on the ground flew up, and the throwing knife on the wall also left the wall and flew towards Ron again.

Ron saw fruit knives and sharp broken glass flying towards him again.

There was a flicker of panic in his eyes.

According to the ritual, he must drip three drops of blood before he can pierce the puppet with a needle, and during the casting process, he cannot move except his hands.

However, it seems that it is too late.

"brush!"

The bright blade of the fruit knife pierced the back of his head again, and the sharp broken glass also shot towards his eyes.

There were too many shards of broken glass, which obviously exceeded the control range of his mind ability. His current mind ability can only affect two targets at the same time.

The knives in the kitchen further away were also shaking, as if they were about to fly out of the kitchen to stop him at any moment.

At this moment, the pillow suddenly flew up from the sofa.

The pillow was in front of his face.

"Puff puff……"

Broken glass shot into it, white fluff flew out, and then the pillow flew out again.

"brush!"

The fruit knife flew out, passed through the old man, and shot into the sofa.

The flying knife shot through the old man, but the old man was unharmed.

Because the old man is a pure curse, without substance.

Just after the crisis was resolved, three drops of blood dripped on the doll's face.

Ron had just picked up the silver needle when the kitchen knife flew out of it and shot at him again, more this time.

To Ron's horror, he found that the pistol on his waist had actually moved.

"what!"

An extremely miserable scream sounded.

At the critical moment, Ron finally completed the ceremony.

The silver needle pierced into the doll's head, and then the old man on the sofa screamed with his head in his arms.

"Bah bang bang bang."

The knives that flew halfway fell to the ground, the wind stopped, the blood disappeared, and the tables and chairs stopped.

"what!"

The old man's screams sounded again, and his figure became thinner.

"I'll stab, I'll stab, I'll stab..."

Soon the old man's figure was as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Let me go, please, let me go..."

The old man's hoarse begging for mercy echoed in the living room.

The old man with the cane knelt down towards Ron.

However, Ron understands the truth of never ending evil.

In addition, Ron has been in a dream, but just now he has experienced the perverted enjoyment of life and death that the old man has for dead souls.

These people were killed by him, and they will be tortured by him after death.

At that time, Ron vowed to kill the old man, liberate the controlled undead, and let them truly be freed.

Perhaps the old man was once a victim and worthy of sympathy, but now he has become a perpetrator, and he may not even know himself.

Therefore, his killing the old man was not only the relief of those undead, but also the relief of the old man.

"I will stab! I will stab! I will stab again!"

The crude and rough doll was riddled with holes by him, and black blood gushed out from inside, sticky and sticky, and a stench radiated out, permeating the air.

"puff!"

With a slight sound, the phantom of the old man was completely shattered and turned into black smoke.

Immediately afterwards, Ron saw white figures emerge from the old man's broken body.

These white figures glowed faintly like a cluster of fireflies.

They flew round and round Ron's body, and as they flew, their figures became lighter and weaker, and the light became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

What Ron didn't see was that a hazy halo appeared above his head, the kind of halo that appeared above the head of an angel when he came to the mortal world.

The circle of light flashed away, and then disappeared into the void.

Ron's attention is now on the information he has obtained, so naturally he didn't notice the addition of the halo.

"Kill B-level aliens and get 50 skill points."

50 skill points, this is the maximum skill point he has obtained in a single transaction.

He was shocked.

The 16 skill points spent just now have been earned back several times.

He now has 59 skill points.

This means that he is almost 1 point away, and he can continue to upgrade the wizard blood.

The blood of the wizard has risen to LV6, and I believe that the resurrected creatures are no longer crazy, and the fire control technique is no longer limited to lighting cigarettes.

What an improvement!
If he upgrades to LV6, Ron feels that he is complete.

Then Ron stood up and started packing the house.

It was a terrible night.

He had just finished packing the things on the ground.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong..."

(End of this chapter)