People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 116 The Universal Key

The car was parked in front of an iron gate.

Suren pushed open the car door, and in front of her was a manor surrounded by a wall two people high.

The rusty iron gate was tightly locked.

The area was shaded by dense trees, which was cool but also gave off a sense of desolation and oppression, as if the place were isolated from the world.

Inside is a typical southern plantation and a villa from the last century.

Suren quickly recalled the story Mary Lavo had mentioned.

Soul swap, taking over the body of a young person —

This familiar story... it's just like a movie I watched in a past life.

He couldn't recall it at the moment, and he didn't delve into it, since they were all about to die anyway.

Upon reaching the gate, Suren pressed the doorbell.

After a while, there was no response from inside, and the walkie-talkie remained silent.

He glanced down and saw a ring of red powder scattered around the gate, extending along the wall and into the distance.

This is red brick powder used in voodoo to ward off evil.

With a light tap of his foot, he leaped over the high wall and landed steadily on the lawn in the courtyard.

A red Volkswagen Beetle was parked in the yard.

At that moment, a young woman wearing a cool tank top and slippers hurriedly ran towards the gate.

They must have been rushing out as soon as they heard the doorbell.

"That's why I don't buy such large items; they're too big to walk in."

Suren made a comment.

The woman paused when she saw a strange man suddenly appear in the yard.

"Who are you?"

Without wasting words, Suren flicked his wrist.

A cold glint sliced ​​through the air.

Just as the blade was only half an inch from her neck, Suren abruptly stopped.

The sharp glint of the blade caused a slight trickle of blood to seep from her neck.

Because he saw an old woman with a wrinkled face push open the screen door and come out of the villa.

So it seems that the old woman is the target?

The woman before her was likely the new vessel she had chosen for the soul exchange.

"Fuck! What's wrong with you?!"

The woman, recovering from her shock, cursed angrily.

However, in a flash, the man with the knife vanished into thin air!

She turned around in alarm and shouted, "Mrs. Vio, go call the police!"

But when she saw what was behind her, the bloody scene made her pupils contract sharply, and she covered her mouth in horror.

The old woman's head had vanished, and blood sprayed like a high-pressure water gun, shooting straight up the corridor ceiling before turning into rainwater and falling down.

Beside the corpse, the man with short, silver-white hair stood silently.

He was looking at himself, the large knife in his hand untouched by blood.

This callous disregard for human life sent chills down Caroline's spine.

Seeing the man staring at her, Caroline turned and ran towards her little red car.

Suren sighed. "I haven't even asked you a question yet, why are you running away?"

He appeared in front of Caroline in an instant, grabbed her by the collar, and lifted her up slightly.

"Help—ah—"

—

Caroline screamed in terror, frantically patting Suren's hands.

"It's so noisy."

Suren stared at her, her voice flat, "Say it again and you'll never be able to speak again."

Caroline's scream was choked back down her throat; her face was streaked with tears, and her makeup was ruined.

"I'll ask, you answer; if you answer well, I'll let you go."

Caroline nodded.

Suren released her and put her down, deciding to first ascertain the situation: "Are you employed to take care of an elderly man who has suffered a stroke?"

In his memory, the girl used to be a nurse at a sanatorium.

Because I had seen too many elderly people dying alone and pitiful, I felt guilty and quit my job to become a private caregiver for these lonely elderly people.

Caroline shrank back and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Is there another lawyer?"

She nodded again.

Great, the plot fits perfectly.

Suren was satisfied with her cooperation and said, "Go make a call and bring that lawyer over."

With such a commotion, and no one coming out to check, it's likely that only the stroke-stricken elderly person she's been caring for is left inside.

Caroline glanced instinctively at the corpse lying in a pool of blood behind her, her fear deepening, but she didn't move.

Suren frowned slightly: "You can leave once he arrives."

"Or are you planning to give up your life for that lawyer?"

Caroline shuddered in fright before pulling out her phone and making a call.

After she hung up the phone, Suren continued, "Until then, you stay with me."

As he spoke, he walked into the villa. "Don't even think about running away."

He wanted to see what treasures were hidden in this house that even Mary Laver couldn't handle.

Stepping into the villa, the second floor is mostly residential, with the air filled with the smell of Chinese medicine and the odor of elderly people.

As I passed the room furthest to the side, the door was half-open.

Inside, on the bed, lay an elderly man who was completely paralyzed.

Hearing the noise, he struggled to turn his eyes and looked at Suren pleadingly.

Suren ignored him; the soul of the lawyer should be inside this body.

He walked straight to the attic.

In America, the attic is equivalent to the last stall in a toilet in a previous life.

It would be a shame if this attic didn't harbor some evil spirits.

However, this time when Suren pushed open the attic door, she didn't find anything useful.

In the corner were piles of animal bones and many strange objects, which looked like materials for voodoo experiments.

In the cardboard box next to it, there were several vinyl records stacked up.

Suren threw all of these things into Silent Hill.

These materials might be good practice material for Patty.

Finding nothing in the attic, Suren led Caroline downstairs and found the entrance to the basement.

The basement door was locked with an iron chain.

Seeing this, Caroline was about to hand over the master key that the old woman had given her before her death when the man kicked the door open.

Her outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and she silently withdrew the key.

The basement was filled with mirrors—full-length mirrors, makeup mirrors, round ones, square ones, you name it.

The only strange thing was that all the mirrors were arranged in a circle, surrounding an open space in the center.

This must be the scene where they exchanged their souls.

Suren circled the basement but did not find the notebook containing black magic that Mary Lavo had described.

According to her, the notebook was very conspicuous, with an eyeball depicted on the cover, and should have been placed near the altar during the ritual.

Back on the stairs, Suren looked at Caroline and asked, "Do you know what that old woman usually likes to do?"

Caroline hesitated for a moment, then nervously replied, "I've only been here a few days—"

"However, she seems to really enjoy tending to her flowers and plants in a greenhouse."

"And she wouldn't let me get close to there."

"very good."

Suren nodded and walked outside.

Behind the villa is a large garden.

The garden is divided into many areas by a wooden fence, each planted with flowers, grasses, and various fruits and vegetables.

In the far corner, a large white plastic greenhouse stands.

The greenhouse was a bit stuffy, but strangely, there were no flying insects.

There was also a shovel covered in fresh mud at the entrance.

Suren lifted some flowers and plants and found a patch of land that had been clearly renovated. The soil was a much darker color than the others, and nothing was planted on it.

He picked up a shovel and quickly dug away the soil.

Beneath the soil, a corner of the coffin appeared to be visible.

As he continued digging, a complete coffin appeared before his eyes.

The coffin was not sealed with nails, and its surface looked brand new, as if it had just been waxed, with almost no dirt or debris on it. When Suren lifted the coffin lid, the sight inside made him frown.