I made up myths in America

Chapter 68: American Version of One Hundred Demons Night Parade
As one of the standard American cultural symbols, everyone present had seen a clown performer, and more than once.

But they had never seen a smile like this before, with the corners of his mouth stretched from ear to ear, so crimson that it made people feel cold inside. Or rather, they had only seen it in horror movies.

"Quick, send someone over for support immediately. Michael, Kane, you two go too."

George Gently made a prompt decision.

"As you command, sir."

As long as he was not asked to fight with the big skeleton boss, Michael had no objection to this order. He shrugged his shoulders and rushed to the morgue on the second floor of the police station, which was connected to the forensic office, with the big guy next to him.

At this time, several Los Angeles police officers who were nearby arrived here before them after hearing the cry for help on the walkie-talkie.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

The Los Angeles police, who usually empty their magazines when encountering suspicious individuals, reacted swiftly when they saw this strange thing.

Without going through the usual warning process, they fired together from different positions. The bullets ripped the clown's funny costume into tatters, and its body staggered backwards due to the kinetic energy of the bullets.

It seemed that he was about to die. He leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, motionless.

But just as a police officer saw this and stepped forward, trying to pull away the old policeman who had his mouth torn and was lying on the ground groaning in pain.

The clown who was sitting on the ground suddenly jumped up, took out a sharp scalpel from behind his back, grinned even wider, and said with a terrifying smile: "Haha, sorry, I lied to you."

The scalpel went straight into the officer's shoulder.

"Fuck, damn it!!"

The police officers in the distance looked grim when they saw this and wanted to shoot, but were afraid of hurting their colleagues in front of the clown.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it."

Michael, who reached the second floor faster than Kane, pulled out a special large-caliber pistol from his waist and fired it without even looking.

Whoosh, whoosh—

With the help of wind, the trajectory of the bullet was actually an arc, bypassing the young policeman who was standing in front of the clown and screaming with blood spurting from his shoulder, and hit the monster's head behind him.

Bang! !

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, the clown's head exploded like a watermelon, and his body twitched and fell to the ground, but he seemed not to be completely dead yet.

“What the hell is this??”

Kane, who arrived a step late, frowned, stepped forward with his tall and burly figure, and stomped on the monster's twitching limbs, breaking them.

At the same time, two Los Angeles police officers, whose chances of survival were unknown, were sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

This clown ghost paranormal incident seemed to be solved so simply.

But when Michael and Kane returned to the command room and looked at the supernatural videos sent back from all over Los Angeles and the calls for help from the public, they were stunned for a moment.

“What Fuck!!”

In one of the videos, a huge white wolf jumped onto a tall building and howled at the black moon in the sky. In another video, corpses that had been buried in the cemetery not long ago broke out of the ground, and each one crawled out staggeringly like a zombie.

Michael's eyes twitched and he cursed.

In preparation for this grand occasion, Lu Bai deliberately consumed nearly 4 willpower to upgrade the ability of [Flesh and Blood Transformation], which is in line with the national conditions of the United States, to level .

It’s a bit expensive, but it’s really useful.

Los Angeles residents no longer have to envy the extraordinary economic development of neighboring New York; they are now surrounded by surprises.

At the CBS Television studios at 7800 Beverly Boulevard in the Fairfax district of Los Angeles, Mason and Niles, a duo of reporters still working overtime to finish their stories, returned to the office exhausted.

"Mason, I swear, if that piece of shit Bruce doesn't give us a raise and permanent positions this time, I'm going to resign and report him to the Press Union."

"Stop talking, man. I just want to finish the rest of the work and then go back to sleep."

Mason yawned, his eyes nearly closing.

If it weren't for the recent difficulty in finding a job, he would have quit CBS right now.

After all, the two interns were paid the lowest wage and doing the most dangerous and tiring work, which was simply not something a human could do.

Boom!
While the two were talking, the elevator arrived at the 17th floor where the studio was located and the elevator door opened.

All they saw was darkness.

"what happened??"

The black guy Niles was stunned when he saw this. "That bastard Bruce called us just over ten minutes ago to urge us to come back, but he just left first?"

"But the door doesn't seem to be closed."

Mason walked in with his camera and found that the company was very quiet, as if there was no one there.

No, there seemed to be someone pouring coffee at the corner, a tall beauty wearing a white dress.

"Hey, Edith, Harry?"

Mason called out to a female colleague in the company who he remembered as having such a figure and temperament, but she did not respond to him and still had her back to them, not knowing what she was doing.

"Harry, I guess it must be you. Okay, stop playing pranks. This isn't funny at all. You have no idea what we've been through all day."

Niles, the somewhat impatient black guy, walked up quickly and patted the shoulder of the beautiful woman in the white dress.

Click, click
Only after they got closer, with the help of their cell phone flashlight, could they vaguely see what this "female colleague" was holding in her hand.

A strange sound came.

!!!

Just when the two of them suddenly panicked, the beautiful woman in the white dress who was patted on the shoulder by Niles slowly turned around, letting them know what the real back killer is.

Don’t even mention whether she’s beautiful or ugly. This tall, elegant beauty in a white dress has no facial features at all when viewed from behind.

A bloody mouth filled with countless rotating teeth filled her entire face, and what she was holding in her hands was the head of their boss Bruce, which had lost half of its teeth.

o(Д)っ!
In this situation, both Mason and Niles were instantly frightened out of their sleepiness.

They both cursed at each other almost at the same time and turned around and ran away.

Behind them, the Tooth Fairy in a white dress slowly pulled out the teeth from the head in her hand one by one and stuffed them into her mouth, while humming a ballad softly.

"For every tooth she keeps, she keeps a silver coin."

"Two teeth. She'll mark the date of your death."

"Three fangs, and you will hear her curse."

"All the children's teeth belong to me."

(End of this chapter)