People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 147 Mazes are Children's Games

The rain stopped the following day.

Suren followed Bill at a leisurely pace, all the way to a house that looked rather cozy from the outside.

Compared to the clown's old house I visited last night, this house is full of a strong sense of life.

The lawn was neatly trimmed, and several pots of flowers were placed on the steps in front of the door.

"Is this your home?"

Suren looked at the residence.

"It used to be."

Bill stood outside the yard, looking at the familiar house, and smiled wryly.

"Twenty-seven years ago, my brother George ran away from here—"

That was Bill's lifelong nightmare.

That day, he was lying in bed with a fever because he was sick. To cheer up his younger brother, he folded a paper boat for George.

Then, from behind the second-floor window, he watched as his younger brother excitedly chased after the paper boat drifting in the rain and ran into the downpour.

He never saw George again after that.

As he spoke, he looked toward a sewer opening not far away.

Back then, that paper boat drifted downstream and fell into that sewer.

And now, there, a little boy is lying on the drain opening, sticking his butt out and peering inside at something.

"FUCK!"

Bill reacted instantly, cursing as he charged forward.

Just then, a pale hand suddenly reached out from the sewer and grabbed at the little boy.

Bill watched this scene with eyes blazing with fury.

Is the tragedy of more than 20 years ago about to repeat itself before his eyes?

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A gust of wind whistled past him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he only saw a streak of purple light fly by.

Suren stood still, then suddenly raised his right arm.

A semi-transparent ghostly hand instantly extended from his body, covering a distance of more than ten meters, and grabbed his pale wrist.

Suren's expression turned cold, and he clenched his fists.

"Click!"

The ghostly hand snapped the arm off.

A sharp wail came from deep within the sewers, and the arm abruptly retracted into the darkness.

This sudden turn of events terrified the little boy who had just been lying on the ground.

He fell to the ground with a thud and tried desperately to shrink back.

Bill caught up with the boy and pulled him up: "Hey! What are you doing here?!"

The little boy pointed to the sewer: "My skateboard fell in there."

Bill was startled, then pressed his hands firmly against the boy's shoulders, sternly warning, "Listen, never go near the sewers again! And don't respond to any sounds coming from inside! Understand?"

The boy was startled by his appearance and shrank back: "But—my bathtub at home often makes noises too."

Upon hearing this, Bill's heart sank. He knew all too well what it meant to be targeted by the Joker.

"Move as soon as possible if you can! Absolutely do not respond to it! Now, immediately, go home!"

Bill practically yelled at the boy.

But this excited response only made the already frightened little boy even more afraid.

"I—I'm going to the carnival!" The little boy broke free from Bill's hand and ran away without looking back.

Bill watched the boy's retreating figure, his face pale.

He turned around and found Suren standing in front of the sewer, observing something.

"Did you find anything?"

Bill walked over and asked, "Also, what was that purple light just now—"

Before he could finish speaking, the ghostly hand reappeared on Suren's body and reached deep into the sewer.

A moment later, the ghostly hand pulled a paper boat out of it.

"this?"

"Surren asked."

Bill looked at the rotten paper boat, his eyes reddening, and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, this is the one I folded for George back then—"

hotel.

Suren sat on the sofa playing on her phone.

Bill paced back and forth in front of him anxiously.

"Should we really let them go alone?"

Bill finally couldn't help but ask, "The Joker has awakened. What if they encounter danger going to those places alone—"

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Suren was playing on her phone, not even looking up.

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The clown feeds on fear, and it absolutely cannot bring itself to eat these people until all the fear in them has been completely drained.

This is like eating salmon without wasabi, or eating grilled meat without cumin.

Even when it wants to eat people, it first needs to soak them in fear.

In the following hours, things indeed turned out exactly as Suren had predicted.

All the members who had traveled to various parts of the town returned safely to the hotel.

However, almost everyone's condition was extremely poor.

Some of them were pale, some were covered in slime and smelled foul, and others had torn clothes and several wounds on their bodies.

"Did everyone get it?"

Suren stood up, glanced at the group of people, and asked.

Everyone mustered their spirits and took out their belongings from their pockets or backpacks.

Coins, stones, postcards —

Looking at the items on the table, Suren nodded; the keys were finally all collected.

Just as he was about to let the group rest, Bill, who was standing by the window, suddenly burst open the door and rushed out.

"Bill? Where are you going?!"

Everyone was astonished.

Suren walked to the window and looked in the direction Bill had been looking.

There was a skateboard on the street opposite the hotel.

At the back of the scooter hung a bright red balloon with a few words scrawled on it: This time, you can't save him either.

"Was that the skateboard the little boy fell into the sewer?"

Suren's expression remained unchanged.

The Joker was deliberately provoking Bill, trying to lure him out alone.

Once he dies, the small group will fall apart completely, and it can be defeated alone.

He picked up the trench coat draped over the sofa and followed them out.

The annual carnival of Delhi is being held at the amusement park.

Almost all the families in the town had gathered here, creating a bustling atmosphere.

The Ferris wheel slowly rotated in the sunlight, accompanied by cheerful music, and children chased and played everywhere.

Excuse me, could you please move aside?

Bill shoved the crowd aside, ignoring the complaints of the tourists around him.

He looked around, searching for the little boy.

Finally, he found the little boy somewhere in the amusement park.

The little boy was walking into a venue, which was the mirror maze in the carnival.

"No! Don't go in!"

Bill shouted and was about to follow when a hand grabbed his shoulder.

"I'll do it."

Suren's voice sounded behind him.

Inside the mirror maze, the light was dim.

All around were glass mirrors as tall as two people, making it impossible to distinguish the road.

Suren stood at the entrance, closed her eyes, and carefully felt the atmosphere.

"What should we do?"

Bill, who was following behind him, was sweating profusely with anxiety.

The little boy's figure moved in front of him. He reached out to grab it, but found only a mirror. He couldn't find the boy's real location at all.

"Mazes are for children."

Suren sneered, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

He roughly estimated the boy's height, then slightly raised the knife, avoiding the area below the waist.

Bill stared at the long sword that had suddenly appeared in Suren's hand, before he could even ask a question.

A terrifying pressure suddenly descended, making it impossible for him to breathe.

Suren channeled his magical power into the Asura Blade, causing the blade to glow with a purple light.

"Zheng"

Suren suddenly drew his sword, and a crescent-shaped blade of light, more than ten meters long, swept forward.

【Iai・vacuum wave】

Wherever it passed, not a single mirror remained.

"Click! Click!"

Countless mirrors and glass shattered under the impact, and these walls that obstructed the view were cut in half, clearing a large area of ​​the field of vision.

In a corner of the maze, Pennywise opened his enormous mouth, full of sharp teeth, and lunged at the little boy in front of him.

However, before it could even touch its prey, the devastating blade of light struck him.

"ah!!!"

With a venomous scream, the clown's body was instantly torn apart by the blade, exploded in mid-air, and dissipated into a wisp of black smoke.

The little boy collapsed onto the floor amidst the shards of glass, completely terrified by what he had just witnessed.

Bill stood there, stunned.

He stared at the ruins before him, now leveled by a single blow, and his mind went completely blank.

Even when he writes horror novels, he wouldn't dare to write like this!

"What happened?"

"Was it exploded inside? Go check it out!"

The commotion inside the maze immediately alerted the crowd on the outside.

A cacophony of footsteps and voices approached.

Suren expressionlessly sheathed his knife, watched the crowd rushing in from outside, grabbed Bill who was still in a daze beside him, and rushed into the ruins.