Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

"Rob, should we go to your place or Heather's first?"

Looking at the increasing number of houses on the street, Nikki asked Robb, knowing that she and the others had already entered the town.

"Heather's lawyer is waiting here. Let's go to her first. I'm not in a hurry." Robb replied.

"Thank you, Robb." Heather thanked.

Then, she looked at the sign outside without blinking.

Soon, Heather pointed and said, "Homestead Road, it's here. Robb, turn left."

Robb nodded.

Not long after, under Heather's guidance, the car stopped in front of an iron gate.

Surrounding it was a long wall with weeds and vines growing wildly.

Inside the iron gate was a long road with an indistinct end, and rows of tall trees on both sides.

"Wow~~ There must be something to see inside." Nikki exclaimed as she leaned forward and leaned towards the window.

"Like a castle." Ryan took over with a smile.

He was in a good mood because he didn't expect his girlfriend's grandmother to leave such a large inheritance.

After all, his girlfriend's is his fault.

Kenny, who still lives in a few dozen square meters, is very envious: "Congratulations, Heather, you have inherited a large fortune."

Heather smiled.

Robb was also a little envious.

Not to mention what the inside is like, just the huge space outside that stretches as far as the eye can see is something he could never dream of before and now.

Everyone got out of the car.

Because the iron gate was closed and they couldn't get in for the time being, they could only wait for Heather's lawyer to arrive.

Five minutes later, a white car drove over and an old man with gray hair and a suit got out.

He held a document and looked at Heather at first glance and said, "You are Heather, right? You look like your grandmother."

Heather hurried forward: "I am Heather, you are Mr. Farnsworth, right? Thank you for coming."

"Nothing, I am willing to serve Bernard, your grandmother. She is very nice and kind. Although she is not very popular here." Farnsworth said, pointing to the letters "BITCH" that were obviously spray-painted next to the iron gate.

Heather looked back and didn't know what to say.

Robb, who also noticed this scene, glanced at it and didn't pay attention to it anymore.

He was too lazy to ask about other people's family affairs.

But the man in front of him, Farnsworth, was the person recommended to him by the law firm before.

When Farnsworth quickly handed the documents in his hand, the property key, the iron door password, and the letter that Bernard left for Heather, which he repeatedly emphasized to read, to Heather, he was ready to leave.

Robb stepped forward and said to the other party: "Lawyer Farnsworth, I wonder if Lawyer Mond has told you about my business. I also have an inherited property here, and I want to entrust it to a professional for sale."

Farnsworth's face moved, and he nodded quickly and said: "You are Mr. Robb. Mond told me on the phone before. Don't worry, you are looking for a professional. I will sell it to you at a price that will satisfy you."

With the arrival of new business, Farnsworth was not in a hurry to leave, and patiently introduced the relevant information about the sale of real estate to Robb.

He was very enthusiastic.

Compared to the entrustment of inheritance, the commission from selling houses is still higher.

After all, Bernard's will specifically instructed the heirs not to sell the house.

At this time, Farnsworth suggested: "Mr. Robb, you haven't seen the property that belongs to you yet. If possible, I can take you to get an appraisal now."

"Of course." Robb nodded.

He went back and told Heather and others.

"Don't you want to go in and take a look first?" Nikki asked.

"No, go shopping. I'll meet you later." Robb waved his hand.

It's not his house.

Compared to having fun, making money is the most important thing.

In order to make it convenient for Heather and others, Robb did not drive, but handed the car keys to Nikki and asked them to drive first.

He got in Farnsworth's car and headed towards the old house of his cheap adoptive father.

More than 20 minutes later.

Robb and Farnsworth came to a very ordinary American two-story house.

It was completely incomparable to the property inherited by Heather.

Robb was a little disappointed.

Farnsworth had a normal expression.

There are not many people as wealthy as Bernard in the whole town of Newt.

Crossing the ten-square-meter lawn that was already overgrown with weeds, Robb, who carried the key with him, opened the door, accompanied by thick dust and a strong musty smell.

Robb waved his hand vigorously.

Farnsworth felt a little choked, but he managed to hold back his anger. He smiled and said, "This is normal. Houses that have not been occupied for a long time are like this. But don't worry, Mr. Robb. Just leave this place to me. I promise.It will be brand new, so that everyone who wants to buy the house will not be discouraged by hygiene issues. "

Robb nodded, and after a while, he entered the house.

The inside was unexpectedly good.

All the furniture and appliances were tightly covered with cloth, and they could be moved in quickly after a simple cleaning.

After a simple tour, Robb talked to Farnsworth about the sale of the house.

In the end, the two who had already agreed on the terms signed the contract documents that Farnsworth had put in the car and had prepared long ago.

Farnsworth left first.

Robb was not in a hurry to go to Heather.

He continued to wander around the house.

Even though the time of ownership was short, in a sense, this place It can be considered as his home.

Although it is very ordinary, that is also in comparison.

For him who was satisfied with a house of only a hundred square meters in his previous life, owning a two-story villa is definitely a luxury and exciting thing.

Unfortunately, it is too far from New Orleans.

In this way, he can only make himself who has been promoted to the homeowner class become the homeless class again.

Robb, who was rummaging around in the house, soon came to the master bedroom on the second floor.

While flipping through the pictures, he looked at the pictures in the frames he found, which were pictures of his adoptive parents when they were young.

He was not there.

Obviously, the place where he was adopted was not here.

"What is this? "

Suddenly, Robb found a very old newspaper in a sealed box.

Not knowing why such a newspaper was kept so tightly, he opened it and took a look.

The first thing that came into view was a group photo of about 20 people holding long and short guns, looking like they had returned victoriously. Robb's adoptive father when he was young was in the photo.

Is it something to be proud of in life?

Thinking so, Robb looked at the headline that was deliberately bold and enlarged.

"Local hero! Residents join forces to destroy the murderer family!"

"It sounds like a story about a hero defeating a villain. No wonder my cheap adoptive father has always treasured this newspaper."

Rob smiled, turned it over, and saw a photo of a woman who looked very miserable on the newspaper.

"One person escaped... He sawed my paralyzed brother... Four young people were slaughtered..."

"Terrible discovery! The farmhouse became a slaughterhouse..."

Lines of words fell into Robb's eyes.

"I always feel like I'm listening somewhere. "Rob frowned slightly.

Just then, the phone rang.

Rob answered it.

Nikki's enthusiastic voice with a hint of temptation sounded: "Hello? Rob, where are you? I'll find you."

Rob finally looked at the date of the newspaper, and saw that it was published more than 20 years ago, so he didn't care anymore.

After all, so much time has passed, no matter how big the matter is, it has already disappeared.

He put down the newspaper and finally turned his attention to Nikki.

(The movie is from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D, a movie with serious problems in the values ​​of the heroine and the director)