American Horror Story

Chapter 7 Stupid Kid Mindy

After dinner, the servants began to clean up the restaurant. Mrs. Fran said to Luke as they walked over, "You've grown up. It's normal that you don't want to chat with your parents sometimes. Father Moore from the Coral Ridge Presbyterian Church wants to visit our home tonight. He's not much older than you. You're both young people, so maybe you'll have some common topics."

A priest?
What the hell am I talking about with him?

And the head of the family, the father, is not at home today, so why is Father Moore here?

Luke was a little puzzled. He wondered if his mother was worried about his mental condition and asked the priest to enlighten him.

After all, friends who often kill people know that the first time someone kills someone, the psychological burden is often very heavy, and priests are generally very good at counseling people.

Not to mention simple killing in self-defense, even if it is murder, arson, or selling leaves for strength, as long as you can pay the money to buy indulgences, they can forgive your sins on behalf of God.

God has forgiven me, so I am not guilty.

Did I find a religious psychologist for me?

Having lived for more than 30 years in his past life, Luke would not yell like a rebellious teenager, "Look down on me!" I don't need it!
He only felt warmth towards the kindness of his relatives.

Luke nodded and replied, "I have nothing to do at night, so I'll stay at home and wait for Father Moore to come and ask the servant to call me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luke saw little Chloe the dog sneakily slip down from the dining chair and walk towards a bottle of Coke.

Today's dinner is delicious, but the taste is a bit heavy. I didn't feel it when I was eating, but I felt thirsty after eating. The children don't like to drink hot soup. After a few sips, they are now eyeing the bottle of happy water.

Little Kolo walked to Coke and turned around to observe him, but he didn't know that his action of trying to sneak up on Coke was not only not concealed at all, but also more eye-catching in the eyes of his mother and brother.

bad!
Chloe felt a little uneasy because her little trick was discovered.

As a child, she still needed to grow, so her mother strictly restricted her from drinking Coke.

But, I really want to drink that sweet water with lots of bubbles...

She was scared and greedy. She stood there for a while, and finally her eyes lit up and she thought of a good idea.

Under the gazes of Luke and Fran, little Chloe first unscrewed the Coke bottle with force, then covered his eyes with one hand, raised the Coke bottle with the other hand, and took a big gulp.

Ha! So comfortable!
Chloe is so clever!

Little Kolo put the Coke bottle away safely according to his instincts, and then removed his hands from his eyes.

Looking at his mother who was staring at him intently, although he was sure that his mother had not discovered that he had secretly drunk the drink just now, little Chloe still felt guilty and confessed: "I didn't drink it just now..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the bubbles from the carbonated drink had already risen from his stomach.

"belch……"

The burp lasted for more than two seconds.

But little Chloe still gritted his teeth and repeated: "I didn't drink Coke."

The two adults were so amused by her that they laughed so hard that they fell backwards under the confused gaze of little Kolo.

Mrs. Fran gave a look, and Luke knew it was time for education, so he immediately slipped back to his room, leaving behind his mother with ill intentions and his sister who felt very uneasy.

Back in his room, Luke could still vaguely hear Chloe's stubborn voice.

"Which eye of yours saw me drinking Coke?"

"I really didn't drink it!" Tsk tsk, it can't be saved, it really can't be saved at all.

He locked the door and prepared to do something embarrassing.

The two skills acquired in the previous school shooting, the skilled level of firearms mastery, have been tried and tested, and the fat gunman proved with his own corpse that they are indeed very useful.

If the skilled level painting is so useful, then the expert level painting will surely take off!

Luke dug out a full set of painting tools from under the bed.

Don't ask why a person who can't draw has so many complete tools. The answer is because he has a lot of money. Another answer is that he wants to write scripts, draw storyboards, and activate the most popular director system in history, but it turns out to be useless.

After getting his tools ready, Luke picked up his paintbrush and began to think about the idea in his mind.

What to draw?

According to the memories of the previous life, horror paintings are usually of a wedding procession with music and drums in the fog, a dead tree and crows in a cemetery under the dim moonlight, or a pale paper figure with moving eyes in the candlelight.

But the painting technique Luke inherited from the fat gunman is only suitable for American horror, at least until Luke completely mastered this technique and formed his own style.

He paused for a moment, then began to draw lines with the brush in his hand, and the outline of a monster quietly emerged.

It has a vulture-like head, devilishly curved legs, and a pair of pitch-black wings behind it. It roughly looks like a strange bird, but there is not a single feather on its skinny body. Instead, there are red eyeballs all over its muscles and limbs.

In addition, it has two human-like arms on the outside of its chest. There is no skin on these arms, and dark yellow rotten muscles are exposed. From this perspective, it looks more like a combination of a vulture and a human.

After finishing the painting, Luke named the monster on it - Baiyaki, and then put the painting away and placed it deep in the drawer.

Just as I packed my things, there was a knock on the door.

Based on the rhythm and strength, Luke immediately knew who it was.

"Little Chloe is here, stop knocking."

It seems that mom’s loving education for today has ended.

Luke took a few deep breaths, stood up and opened the door. Little Chloe was standing at the door waiting obediently. When she saw her brother, she looked sad, raised her right hand high, and then spread it out.

A tiny tooth was placed in the palm of your hand.

"Wow, brother, I will never drink Coke again. Mom said that my tooth roots have been corroded by Coke. If I continue to drink it, all my teeth will fall out."

Luke felt that these words sounded familiar, as if his mother had used the same tactics to scare him when he was a child. However, as a time traveler with memories of his past life, Luke was not scared by such a simple and clumsy lie.

Looking at his crying sister, he comforted her: "Don't worry, little Chloe, put this tooth under your pillow, the tooth fairy will come and take it away, and then give you a small gift, and you will grow a new and better-looking tooth in the future."

Children's emotions change quickly. When she heard that her tooth could be saved, little Chloe's sad expression eased. She wiped her tears with her free hand, said "thank you" to Luke, and skipped back to her room.

Just as we finished coaxing Chloe, the servant arrived.

"Master Luke, Father Moore is here and is waiting for you in the small reception room."

Luke sorted out the things on the table, especially the half-drawn "criminal evidence", locked them all in the drawer, and walked out quickly.

In the small reception room, Mrs. Fran was chatting with Moore. When she saw Luke come in, she rubbed her head and introduced him softly: "This is my son Luke. Luke, this is Father Moore. I'll go prepare some refreshments and you can chat."

(End of this chapter)