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"Do you want a talisman?"

Zhu Mingyao sat up straight and asked with interest.

"Is something strange happening at home? If so, I can come and take a look. I'm so grateful for your care over the years, please don't hesitate to ask."

“No, that’s not it,” Mrs. Williams quickly waved her hand.

"It's for my son. He's going on a mission, and I heard some bad rumors about that place, so I thought I'd give it to him... um, you know."

"I understand, I understand." Zhu Mingyao nodded in realization. A mother worries about her son no matter how far he travels.

It's normal for people to come to him asking for talismans. Zhang Shouzhong has lived in this neighborhood for over thirty years. Over time, even if he doesn't like to show off, his old neighbors know that he has some extraordinary skills.

Extraordinary powers have manifested in this world, leading to the flourishing of folk mystical culture. Although ordinary people may not know much about it, they are quite accepting of related things.

In particular, since most of the residents in this area are Asian, many white people have learned from what they see and hear that when moving, they should consult a feng shui master, and burn ancestral money on the anniversaries of the deaths of relatives and friends.

Wherever you are, the folk customs of the common people spread much faster than the refined music of high society. Don't you see, in the past, the publicity effect of an online literature industry surpassed that of dozens of Confucius Institutes?

As he stood up, he opened a drawer in the counter and rummaged through it, chatting casually with the old lady.

"Is this for your son, Mr. William? Doesn't he work at a juvenile detention center? When does he need to go out on fieldwork?"

Zhu Mingyao also knew about the old lady's family situation. Her son, William, was originally a policeman, but unfortunately, he lost his left hand in a work-related injury a few years ago. As a result, he was transferred to a juvenile delinquency correctional facility where the work was relatively easy, and due to his physical condition, his superiors generally did not allow him to go on any fieldwork.

"It's just that watching a few kids who made mistakes participate in community service and do social work isn't hard work, but the places they went to made me a little uneasy..."

Mrs. Williams frowned and kept talking.

"The Blankwell Hotel in Gabriel Town, you young people probably haven't heard of it, right? I should say that few people around Los Angeles have heard of it either. That's how people in big cities are; they only care about things around them."

"That means a few of us old guys who moved here from over there might still remember..."

"That hotel was in western Golden State, near Nevada. Because it was close to the highway to Las Vegas, it thrived for a while by catering to passing tourists. Then a huge fire broke out, killing many people, and it declined. When the new highway was built, the hotel, the town, and the old highway were completely abandoned..."

At this point, she pursed her lips and said softly:

There are rumors that it's...haunted.

Unbeknownst to the old lady, as she spoke, the young man opposite her had begun to show a thoughtful expression on his face.

This description... seems familiar.

Zhu Mingyao's hands kept moving as he folded the two yellow talismans he had taken out into a triangle, pondering deeply in his mind.

He was about to hand over the talisman when suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and he abruptly asked:

"Excuse me, I have a very rude question, and I hope you won't take offense—Mr. William, was your hand injured while arresting a very tall, deranged murderer?"

"How did you know? I've never told anyone else."

Mrs. Williams was taken aback upon hearing this and asked in surprise.

……

"My dear child, it's not that I don't trust you, but are you sure they'll be in danger?"

Bathed in the last rays of the setting sun, Mrs. Williams asked, slightly out of breath.

At this moment, an old man and a young boy were walking briskly towards the old lady's house.

“If you’re right!” Zhu Mingyao said confidently.

An escaped serial killer, a former police officer with his left hand cut off, and a juvenile delinquent who goes to an abandoned hotel to do community service.

This is clearly the plot of that horror movie "Look Not For You"!

Because I don't really like these kinds of gore films, and I'd only seen some explanatory clips online in my previous life, I couldn't recall them for a moment.

He glanced at the old lady next to him and quickened his pace.

According to the original plot, the serial killer who escaped back then was lying in ambush in that hotel, waiting for his prey to come to him. If he went too late, the old lady might have to bury her son!

When the two rushed home, the house was empty except for a note.

“William said they left two hours early…” The old lady held the note, her voice trembling slightly. Looking at Zhu Mingyao’s serious expression, she also began to panic.

"Does Mr. William have a cell phone on him?"

"No." The old lady shook her head, trembling.

"Don't worry, I'll go home and drive after them right now!" Zhu Mingyao said, then turned and rushed out.

He knew very well what it would mean for a frail old widow if something happened to her only son!

These are two lives lost!

Zhu Mingyao ran quickly down the street. At this moment, he missed the era when mobile phones were commonplace. If everyone had a mobile phone, there wouldn't be this embarrassing situation of not being able to find anyone.

"呲嚓——"

A screeching sound of brakes interrupted his reverie.

"boarding!"

The boy looked up and saw the old lady parked in front of him in an old Ford sedan, waving frantically at him.

"Oh dear! Please don't make things worse, it's dangerous there!" Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but stomp his foot and say.

The next moment, the elderly woman pulled out a big, thick Remington from the back seat and waved it at Zhu Mingyao.

The old lady's resolute expression resembled that of a warrior about to step onto the battlefield.

She gritted her teeth and said, word by word:

"A mother is everything to her child! A child is everything to his mother!"

"boarding!"

Chapter 10 Don’t look at anything inappropriate

A gray old Ford sped along the highway, its speed so great that it almost became a blur.

Sitting in the back seat, watching the streetlights rushing towards him and then being quickly left behind by the car, Zhu Mingyao covered his mouth, a sour taste swirling in his throat.

He suppressed the churning in his stomach, secretly glad he hadn't eaten dinner; otherwise, even with his superior physical condition, he would have probably vomited it all out by now.

The last time I saw someone speeding like that was in a movie.

Yes, not Initial D, but Fast & Furious.

This old lady must have had some side business when she was young!

The boy thought to himself as he watched his opponent occasionally accelerate, overtake, and perform a soul-stirring drift.

When he first heard that William and his group had been gone for two hours, he was worried that they might not be able to catch up, but now he felt that he didn't need to worry too much.

The question now is how to maintain combat effectiveness once we arrive at our destination, in a state where our brains have been thoroughly shaken.

However, according to the original plot, the psychopathic killer lurking in the hotel was just a strong ordinary person, not some powerful monster, so it was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune...

Just then, the old lady's shout interrupted the boy's reverie.

"arrive!"

He stared intently and saw a tall, dilapidated building emerging from the horizon. In the evening, only a few rooms in the hotel building had lights on, while the rest of the windows, like dark, gaping eyes, exuded an ominous aura that inspired fear.

Stopping the car, Zhu Mingyao looked at the hotel standing in the wilderness, its upper floors charred black by the fire, and sighed inwardly as he gazed at the old lady's anxious, slightly trembling face.

Pity the parents of the world.

Knowing that she most likely wouldn't obey his orders to drive away and hide somewhere, the young man had no choice but to perform a sleight of hand to conceal her, and then forcibly shoved the shotgun she had handed him back into her hand.

Having done all this, he didn't waste any more time. With a swift movement, he rushed towards the hotel entrance.

……

On the 8th floor of the hotel, in a messy and dirty corridor, the young girl Christina tightly gripped a chair leg, cautiously following behind prison guard William with a few companions.

She felt that today was the most terrifying day of her 20 years of life!

It's just a community service activity. Didn't we agree that if these people clean here for a week, they can go home from that incredibly boring juvenile detention center?

Who knew that the hotel they were assigned to work at was actually the hideout of a psychopathic killer! Their best friend Gila was dragged away alive by that devil with an iron hook right before their eyes.

Why would such an absurd thing happen!

Were all the staff at those reformatorys raised on excrement?

However, she wasn't the only one cursing inwardly at that moment.

...What are those guys who arrange social labor doing?

Don't they do any research beforehand?

At that moment, prison guard William was also roaring furiously in his heart.

He was walking at the front of the small group, holding a pistol, with several teenagers behind him. His left arm was used as a shield in front of him, and his sleeve had slipped down to reveal a flesh-colored plastic prosthetic leg underneath.

First two juvenile delinquents, then Ms. Hannah, the teacher in charge, and in less than two hours since they arrived, three people have died!

No, there should be four. With such a commotion upstairs, yet no one is around, the caretaker, Mrs. Margaret. I'm afraid she's probably already been murdered.

That's not all. According to the descriptions of these children, they are over two meters tall, weigh at least 180 kilograms, and have large bald heads with light blue eyes.

That vicious killer is clearly the same bastard who killed the victim a few years ago and then cut off my left arm!

Due to the psychological trauma caused by the painful memories of that year, William never made a point of inquiring about the guy's whereabouts. In his opinion, this madman should have been brought to justice long ago. After all, he shot the guy in the head back then, and even if the guy didn't die on the spot, he couldn't have escaped the subsequent pursuit.

Who knew that this devil would suddenly reappear today!

Damn it, I knew those incompetent thugs in the Major Crimes Unit were completely unreliable.

Resentful that he had labeled his former colleagues as useless, William gritted his teeth and made up his mind to personally kill this bastard who had caused him a lifetime of pain.

Inside the long-abandoned building, there were old and broken items and dusty cobwebs everywhere. Ninety percent of the lights in the corridor were broken, with only one or two left to provide a faint light.

The group carefully navigated around the mess on the floor, cautiously observing their surroundings, and slowly made their way down the stairs to the hall.

They dared not take the elevator. Poor Ms. Hannah had just been attacked in the elevator. In just a few breaths, her eyes were cruelly gouged out, and she was dragged away to who knows where.

In that cramped and confined environment, even if William had a gun, he wouldn't dare say he could defeat his opponent. Everyone had just witnessed that guy's abnormal physique and brute strength. A living person weighing tens of kilograms was like a kitten in his hands, completely powerless to resist.

"At the very least, we must get these children out of here!" A resolute glint appeared in William's eyes; he was already prepared to make a sacrifice.

"Watch your surroundings. That bastard could attack from anywhere. These rotten wooden walls won't stop him at all!" William whispered a warning to the group of boys and girls behind him.