I made up myths in America

Chapter 56: Touch of Shadow
Elliot had a very long dream.

In the dream, his plan to rob the Los Angeles County Museum of Art was a great success, and everyone got what they deserved.

He took the money and returned to his hometown to devote himself to creation and hold art exhibitions. Finally, he realized his childhood dream and became a world-famous painter like Van Gogh and Monet.

boom! !

At this time, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky over Los Angeles again, and thunder roared, waking Elliot who was immersed in a beautiful dream.

He came back to his senses in a daze, and after seeing clearly where he was, he suddenly felt cold all over and regained full consciousness.

"This, this honorable lord..."

Using the Chinese he had learned while working in a Chinese restaurant, he stammered out these words. Elliot Fu Ruxinzhi knelt on the ground, prostrating himself as if bowing to a god, and said with a slight tremor in his voice:

"Me, I've lived in this city for almost ten years and know everything about it."

"If, if you need anything, just tell me and I will do my best to make it happen."

Facing the crisis of life and death, Elliot, who had almost forgotten Chinese, spoke more and more fluently. Finally, he leaned forward with his forehead touching the ground, and waited silently for his fate with an extremely nervous mood.

"I just checked your memory."

Fortunately, what Elliot waited for was not death.

The long-haired, black-robed man wearing a mysterious bronze mask lowered his head slightly. His eyes beneath the mask were as indifferent as if he were looking at an ant. His voice was hoarse and low, "This world is indeed very different from when I was in seclusion. You can live."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long-haired, black-robed man with a mysterious aura, who looked more like a puppet than a person, raised his hand.

A wisp of black mist separated from the surrounding sticky black mist and penetrated into Elliot's body.

Elliot collapsed to the ground in an instant, his whole body shaking like a convulsion in pain, but he covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from screaming.

One minute.

Two minutes.

This short period of time, which usually didn't feel like anything, now seemed so long to Elliot.

Just when he thought he was about to die from the pain, the agony that felt as if all the cells in his body were being torn apart and reassembled finally ended.

Instead, there is an indescribable extreme pleasure, as if one has sublimated and evolved from an ordinary person.

boom! !

His perception of the world is no longer limited to the five senses as before, but has gained another magical and strange sixth sense.

It was as if his perspective could extend along with the large shadows around him. At the same time, he could also control these shadows to transform into different appearances, just like the necromancer in the game.

"Very good!!"

This feeling of transcendence and evolution drove Eliot even crazier than the recognition his paintings had received before.

He no longer had any resistance in his heart, and he sincerely wanted to bow down before the god who had given him this power and offer his loyalty to him.

But when he got up, both the mysterious adult and the thick black fog around him had disappeared.

Only the strange ancient painting remained there. The little skeleton inside stared at him with its dark eyes and suddenly spoke:

"Master Yanshi orders you to gather the souls of ten thousand extremely evil people, ten tons of gold, one hundred tons of silver, one thousand tons of copper, and ten thousand tons of iron within one month to prove your worth to him. Otherwise, hehe..."

As he said this, the little skeleton laughed eerily and terrifyingly.

Although the rest of the words were not said, Elliot knew that if he failed to complete the task, the consequences would be very miserable.

He nodded quickly, carefully rolled up the ancient painting, and put it in his arms. Then he fell into deep thought.

Ten thousand extremely evil souls are still one thing to deal with, but what this damn place called Los Angeles lacks the least is evil people.

But ten tons of gold and one hundred tons of silver would require a lot of money. If he wanted to collect them as quickly as possible, he might need some external help.

"Why not just go there?"

Elliot's eyes lit up as he quickly came up with an idea. He took one last look at Jamie's body on the ground, helped him close his eyes, and left the museum without looking back.

Boom! !

The rain in the sky is getting heavier and heavier.

It was more than ten minutes later when the Los Angeles Police Department received a call from nearby residents saying that they seemed to have heard intense gunfire in the museum and drove here.

Sheriff Hank, who was in charge of the team, originally thought that this was just an ordinary museum robbery case. At most, there were a few robbers and a few guns. For him who was often on administrative leave, this was not a big case.

But after actually entering the museum, both he and the police officers were stunned.

In the messy museum hall, what lay there were not corpses, but skeletons that were frighteningly clean.

Even when a police officer was passing by, he suddenly found that his leg was grabbed by a skeleton. He was so scared that he quickly emptied the magazine like crazy.

"Calm down, Roy, it's dead."

Sheriff Hank frowned and kicked away a skeleton arm at his feet. He glanced around the museum hall and became more and more confused.

The broken bones that could still move had moved away from their original positions. Some of the stone men and horses were broken into pieces, as well as the huge stone beast that was about to pounce and was obviously placed in the wrong position.
The bizarre scenes before him were beyond his experience. The more he looked at them, the more Sheriff Hank felt that this was most likely a supernatural event.

After all, things are different now. Every police station in the United States has received documents from its superiors. If a case involving suspected supernatural forces is discovered, it must be reported to the newly established department, the Special Incident Investigation Bureau, as soon as possible.

"Boss, should we report it as well?"

The police officer who was frightened just now asked cautiously.

"No rush, we need some more concrete evidence to avoid any misunderstandings."

Sheriff Hank can still keep his composure for the time being.

Holding a gun with the safety on, he led his men cautiously to the monitoring room on the second floor.

Then they saw the three bodies here again, as well as the surveillance video that had not been deleted on the surveillance screen.

From the beginning when a group of gangsters broke into the museum, to the later fierce battle between two security guards and them.

Later, because of the fight between them, the strange ancient paintings were suddenly awakened, and the scenes that looked extremely creepy.
"Fake."

A police officer got goose bumps on his arms. He cursed to give himself courage, and looked around suspiciously with a gun in his hand, fearing that a vengeful spirit or something would suddenly appear nearby.

"stop."

Just as the surveillance video showed Michael and Kane obtaining the magical ancient jade seal and using it to escape from the devil's den and jumping off the fourth-floor rooftop,

Sheriff Hank frowned and called a halt, ordering, "Contact an ambulance immediately to see if the two men outside are dead. Also, report this to the higher authorities. This is beyond the capacity of the Los Angeles Police Department to handle."

"Yes."

In the monitoring room, more than a dozen police officers were cheered up after hearing this.

They had been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

(End of this chapter)