"In other words, this kind of witchcraft works sometimes?" Nick was surprised. "I thought they were all like Strange. What kind of witchcraft do they have? I know how to deal with them in the future! "
"Many, most of them are folk spells — China's Meishan, Russia's Black Mass, Africa's black witchcraft, and some Voodoo witchcraft, including divine spells! Divine spells require faith to exert their power, and are also a type of willpower. Whether it is Satan or Jesus, many of the Mass spells used by their churches belong to this category. "
Nick skillfully put on his gloves. He was wearing black clothes and even a black hoodie. Chen Ang laughed. "Why are you still wearing those things? Although you are bald, you do not reflect light. In fact, if you go out naked, as long as you don't turn on the lights, no one can see you! "
"If you say this to me in other places, I will warn you of racial discrimination!" Nick pointed at Chen Ang.
"What about here?" Chen Ang raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Here!" Nick remembered the unpleasant experience on the way here and scolded, "In Louisiana, that's already considered a friendly remark towards black people! There are black people everywhere, and the white people are still looking at me sideways. I always ask myself, is the south not liberated yet? "
Nick raised the tactical flashlight in his hand and said, "Are we going out like this? I feel like we are two stupid thieves on a night trip! "
"Don't alarm them …" Chen Ang held the flashlight and stepped out of the door. The dim yellow light in the corridor illuminated their blurry shadows. They went down to the first floor and began to search separately with the lobby as the dividing line. Chen Ang told Nick in tactical sign language that he would go left and he would go right.
Nick held the flashlight and felt his way to the left.
In fact, he had some doubts in his heart — why did Chen Ang call him here? The two big shots of the Divine Shield and the Holy Shield were like second-rate detectives exploring an old (for Americans) house. He knew that Chen Ang seemed to be looking for something. They had a tacit understanding.
When some clues showed that there was something strange about this house and its owner, Nick had no reason not to play a game with Chen Ang.
In particular, some signs faintly revealed a very important piece of information — the secret in this house was related to voodoo.
Nick knew that one of the five seals that gave the Divine Shield and the Holy Shield headaches was one of the Poison Cult. It was hard for Nick to think that this had nothing to do with the seals.
Nick opened the first door from the left of the porch and saw two figures at the door in the dark room. the first thing he saw was the dark figure standing against the door. Nick almost used his joints to of twisting and breaking its head. But soon Nick realized that it was just two puppets made of straw.
At a glance, they had eyebrows and eyes, but at a closer look — they were even more terrifying.
The flashlight shone from the bottom of the puppet, and the light shone from bottom to top on its face. Because of the uncanny valley effect and the shadow effect of the light, it looked very hideous. In the dark old house, it was even scarier. But Nick was like seeing a familiar friend. He put his arm around the puppet's neck — if it could still be counted as a neck.
Nick smelled a strange smell on the dummy. He sniffed it a few times, then pulled out a dagger and tore open the pillow cover, revealing the figure made of straw. He stabbed the dummy with the dagger and found that the straw was wrapped in lime, like the dried internal organs of an animal.
There was also sulfur — that was the smell of sulfur he had just smelled.
Nick quickly and carefully searched the room. There was nothing inside, but he found a few smaller dolls. He came to the next room. This time, he was prepared, but when he opened the door, he was shocked by the dummy hanging at the door. There was a rope around the dummy's neck, and it was hanging at the door through the ceiling light.
This time, the dummy was much more detailed — it was a plastic model. Its hands were twisted behind its back, and its neck was slanted. Nick had a strange feeling that this dummy was different from the one in the previous room. Although the dummy in the previous room looked like a dead object, this one, although much more detailed, gave Nick a feeling that it was alive.
When he opened the door, Nick swore on his identity as the King of Secret Agents that he would never confuse a dummy and a corpse. The people he had killed and the corpses he had seen were way more than the dummies the average person had seen.
But this time, he got it mixed up! He almost thought it was a hanging corpse — that was why he was shocked.
Nick studied the dummy carefully. He noticed that there was a unique life force in the dummy. In other words, it was artistic. At a glance, there was no difference, but Nick was sure that if he showed it to the artists, they would be able to see the life force in the dummy. In other words, a normal dummy was just a prop, but this one here was like a work of art.
Works of art usually gave people a vague feeling, showing something inner and alive.
Nick noticed this. He saw the dummy struggling in the air. It was afraid, releasing the tension in its heart. It appeared at the door as if it was guarding against something. Then the thing opened the door and came in. It was suspended in the air, struggling, resisting the thing.
Then it was devoured and … eroded!
At this point, Nick suddenly felt that the feeling of touching the dummy had changed. It was no longer the stiff and inelastic plastic. Instead, it was cold and slippery, like human skin without any warmth. A thick stench came from his mouth and nose. Nick felt the dummy that he was holding on to start pressing against him.
Its hands were grabbing onto him!
But he still had the time to observe the room — this was a room that someone had lived in. There were traces of human activity here not long ago. Countless small details showed that.
Nick believed in his observation. At this time, the cold and slippery body had slid into his chest. It was like a soaked corpse that was pulled out and then pressed against him — Nick had felt the touch of all kinds of corpses. Male, female, old, young, burned to death, drowned, committed suicide, murdered, rotten, fresh!
At that moment, his heart did not waver. In fact, he had the urge to hug it and sleep.
However, his rationality stopped him from doing something so insane. So, Nick had no choice but to insert his large hands into the mannequin's hair. He felt around the neck where the collarbone was. Then, with a slight twist of his hands, the mannequin's head was pulled off. He held the mannequin's head in his hands like he was holding a basketball and made a shooting pose.
The black man's big hands could hold a basketball firmly in his hands. Compared to that, a small woman's head was nothing.
He threw the doll's head, which bounced off the wall and was caught by Nick's hand. He immediately performed a series of shooting moves — dribbling the ball, taking three steps to the blue line, and shooting a three-pointer from afar …
The mannequin's hair tangled around his hands like it was protesting something.
Chen Ang's voice came from behind him. The way he looked at Nick was strange, like he was looking at a pervert. "How long do you plan to play this game?"
"You've finished your inspection?" Nick was surprised.
"I'm not as slow … or as … interested as you are." Chen Ang said, "There are mannequins in every room, and they are made of various materials. However, there are traces of someone living in one of the rooms, and the mannequin in that room is quite strange!"
Nick hung the mannequin's head on his waist and asked, "It's the same here … what's so strange about it?"
"It's a leather mannequin. Based on my experience — it looks like it's made of human skin!" Chen Ang said casually.
Nick pointed at the mannequin's head on his waist and said, "This one here seems to be able to move!"
"Also …" Nick hesitated before saying, "It seems like something is looking for something in this room, and the mannequin is like a guard guarding these rooms. Once those things enter, they will grab the mannequin, and the target they are looking for will be able to escape. What do you think those things are looking for? "
Chen Ang smiled and said, "Of course it's the people who live in the room … or something that is not a person!"
"Two rooms that have been occupied before!" Nick tossed the mannequin's head up and down. The headless mannequin wriggled and crawled on the ground. This scene could give someone a heart attack, but the two people in the room did not seem to care.
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