The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 438

"what--!"

As soon as the first syllable left his lips, it disappeared, as if it had been swallowed up by something invisible.

If it weren't for the bone conduction mechanism that brought the buzzing in her ears, the woman would almost think that her scream was just an illusion.

But the Asian youth sitting on the sofa in the living room clearly reminded her that all this was not false.

"It's a bit rude to visit you so unexpectedly. Please allow me to express my apologies first."

A clear and slightly sticky strange scent, like peppermint essential oil, quietly penetrated from the top of her head and instantly spread to every cell in her body. Her internal organs and limbs were all soaked in it, gently soothing the woman's emotional fluctuations.

When she came to her senses, she found that she was sitting opposite the young man. There was an open ID card on the table. The neatly cut black calfskin surface, the copper eagle emblem and gold-plated letters flashed yellow, clearly explaining the identity of the visitor.

"FBI? Humph, didn't you refuse to believe it? Why are you harassing me again!"

It seemed that the woman was not experiencing the supernatural feeling for the first time. She did not scream or shout like an ordinary person, but just pushed the certificate back angrily.

"They even sent police outside to monitor me in the name of avoiding causing panic, and forbade me to contact the media..."

"After all, they have good reasons." Zhu Mingyao looked calm and tilted his head slightly:
"When you reported it, you said... you saw [it] while you were asleep in the middle of the night. Most people would think that it was simply a recurrence of past psychological trauma, and most importantly..."

He said softly:

“The Nightmare Demon [Freddy] was destroyed eighteen years ago.

Ms. Nancy Thompson, as the only survivor of the Elm Street Massacre, you were a high school student at the time and experienced it all firsthand! "

"Asshole! I'm not crazy. I can tell the difference between dreams and reality!"

The name that rushed into my ears was like a ferocious sharp blade that tore open the seal in my heart, and deep and terrifying dark memories rolled out.

The woman stood up suddenly, clenched her fists, and shouted angrily:

"That guy... that devil, was standing next to the bed and smiling at me. It must be him! No matter how much time has passed, even if I am old and have lost all my teeth, I will still remember its ugly ghost appearance!"

"Please calm down, Ms. Nancy. If we really think you have mental problems, we should send a psychiatrist today."

Zhu Mingyao folded his hands on his knees and made an expression as if he was listening attentively.

"Please describe it in detail." His eyes were deep and calm, like a deep pool, gradually churning out dark waves.

……

……

The crystal clear water sprayed from the shower head suddenly stopped, and then the white and delicate shampoo foam happily slid into the floor drain.

Nancy dragged her tired body out of the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, and stroked her hair with a dry towel. After a busy day at work, she finally got a moment's respite.

The woman in the mirror looked a little tired, but also revealed a subtle determination. Nancy took a deep breath, trying to exhale the troubles and fatigue.

She turned and walked to the bed, slowly sat down, her fingers unconsciously stroking the photo frame on the bedside.

The starry sky outside the window reflects the yellowed old photo in the frame. In the photo, several young men and women are intimately hugging each other, making all kinds of funny faces, smiling as bright as the morning sun, and showing a strong youthful atmosphere. But their young lives have forever stayed in that era.

After staring blankly for a moment, Nancy gently closed the photo frame and buried the routine nostalgia deep in her memories.

The person has passed away, and the living must carry on with the pain. Fortunately, everything is over...

Tenderly wrapped in a soft quilt, her heart was filled with emotion, and her consciousness gradually became hazy, as if she would fall into a sweet dream in the next second.

In the moment when I was half asleep and half awake, a subtle sound quietly came into my ears, like the whispering of small rodents, or like a steel wire sliding gently across wood.

She was about to ignore it, but the noise grew louder, closer, and clearer.

The disturbed woman yawned and forced herself to open her heavy eyelids, wanting to see where the sound came from.

However, the next second, her expression suddenly twisted, as if she had fallen into the abyss of hell.

A sharp, thin blade quietly poked out from the crack of the bedroom door, and after a few frivolous hooks, the door slid open silently. In the deep shadows, two tiny lights seemed to be jokingly examining the terrified woman.

A metal claw made of welded steel blades swayed gently, and then the dirty sweater with red and brown stripes also swayed. On the face distorted by severe burns, the muscles moved with difficulty, outlining a weird smile.

"Hi, little Nancy, long time no see. Luckily, I took a look when I passed by. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known you had grown so big..."

Nancy didn't hear the rest of the words because she suddenly jumped up like a fish out of water and fell heavily to the floor.

God knows how long the random mumbling lasted until the warm morning light outside the window stung her eyes. The woman, who had not slept all night, supported herself with sore hands and feet, and ran out of the house wailing.

And that terrifying devilish figure, like a dream bubble, disappeared quietly at some point without leaving any trace.

……

……

"Oh my God, Holy Mother Mary, it's only June and it's so hot." The chubby policeman, holding two large paper bags, sat back in the car without caring about the sweat on his face.

"The nearby convenience store only has so much iced cola, and I'm about to buy it all out. I have to ask the damn logistics department for reimbursement!" He impatiently unhooked the pull ring and drank it straight down.

The cool taste of the carbonated drink slightly suppressed the heat, and he finally freed his hands to pass a can to his partner, who was full of resentment.

"Is anyone going in?"

"How is that possible?" The companion took a sip out of boredom and turned his gaze away from the house.

"It's your turn to monitor. Let me rest for a while."

Zhu Mingyao walked leisurely on the sidewalk outside the police car with his hands in his pockets, and disappeared into the distance in a moment.

It seems that there are undercurrents within the official system, and it is not a monolithic entity. The information blockade on the target is sloppy. If a supernatural being really intervenes in the investigation, how can two ordinary policemen stop it?

But there is another possibility... He recalled everything he saw in Nancy's consciousness, his eyes narrowed and his gaze flickered.

Is it that the person behind the scenes is confident enough that he thinks that even if someone meddles in other people's business, they will not be able to find out anything?
(End of this chapter)