People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 170 Dead Silence

"Beware of Mary Shaw's gaze; she has no children, no dolls."

"If you see her, don't scream, or she'll rip your tongue out."

Suren looked down at the file, her expression calm.

He suddenly remembered that when he came to see McLean, he had heard arguing coming from an interrogation room.

At that time, a young man was shouting inside, saying that he would never kill his lover.

Afterwards, McLean even asked him if he was interested in investigating the case.

But at the time, he was only focused on resolving Carrie's matter as soon as possible, so he refused on the spot.

It seems that Mary Shaw had already begun committing crimes back then.

Mary Shaw was a ventriloquist who was falsely accused and brutally murdered.

After her death, she became a vengeful spirit, possessing the puppets made in front of her and hunting down the descendants of the family who killed her.

Her signature method of killing was to wait for you to scream, then tear open your jaw and pull out your tongue.

Seeing that Suren remained silent for a long time, the police said, "When we arrived, old John's body was lying in the center of the stage. His jaw was torn open, and his tongue was missing. It was exactly the same as the young man's girlfriend's death."

"Later, we also found his body in the young man's home."

Suren looked at him and asked, "That young man, he must have a stepmother, right? Where is she?"

The police officer looked surprised upon hearing this: "You—how did you know about this?"

He pulled out a photo and said, "The other person does have a stepmother, who was his father's third wife."

"We took her into custody immediately after the incident."

"but----"

The police officer sighed, looking helpless. "There's no substantial evidence pointing to her at the scene."

"Even old John's death seemed to be the work of some supernatural force. They couldn't find the tongues that had been pulled out, and in the end, they had no choice but to let her go."

Where did she go?

"Surren asked."

In the original story, this woman suffered a miscarriage due to domestic violence from her husband.

After harboring resentment, he sold his soul to Mary Shaw, becoming her perfect puppet, which ultimately led to the tragedy of his family.

"They must have gone back to their hometown, Ravenfars."

The police officer looked at the address on the document and said...

Suren frowned: "Where is this town?"

"—In Virginia."

The police officer replied.

Virginia is on the East Coast, and Los Santos is on the West Coast, with the two states spanning almost the entire United States.

Washington, D.C. is located next to Virginia.

The state of West Virginia, where Suren last hunted down the evil god Yutuen and those deformed people, is closely connected to Virginia.

It took him several days to get there back then, let alone now that he has to go to Virginia, which is even further away.

I calculated the time, and even if I took a plane, by the time I finished dealing with this and rushed back, I would probably miss Patty's school carnival.

This veteran policeman, who had spent half his life working hard, was upright and incorruptible. In many cases, it was others who helped him out, cleaned up his messes, and solved his problems.

Now that the other party is in trouble, this favor must be repaid, and this debt must be settled.

But I can only do that after the carnival ends.

Thanks.

Suren nodded and left the office.

After leaving the police station, he took out his phone to contact Morrison. He had previously tried searching for information about the Armitage family online, but had not found anything useful.

So the only option was to ask Morrison or Enzo to spend some money to get them to use underground channels to investigate.

As the end of April approaches, a summery atmosphere begins to spread through the streets and alleys of Los Santos.

With the annual spring carnivals at various universities about to begin, shopping malls are filled with all sorts of promotional posters.

Sunlight streamed into the lobby of the firm.

Carrie was busy at a worktable.

She held a soft measuring tape and a paintbrush in her hand, drawing and writing on scrap paper, repeatedly comparing various data.

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These past few days, whenever she had free time, she would stay here, concentrating on designing clothes for Su Lun.

Not far away, on the ground, the little monster Jimoz found a piece of cloth from somewhere and wrapped himself up like a round dumpling, rolling around happily on the ground.

Suren lay on the sofa, toying with a long sword made of magic in her hand.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open.

Patty walked in carrying a shoulder bag.

When she saw the person sitting on the sofa, her eyes lit up, but she immediately straightened her face, crossed her arms, and gave a sarcastic snort: "Oh, isn't this our busy man? Why didn't he go out to save the world today? Finally remembered the way home?"

Suren didn't even look up.

"I just finished my business outside and rushed back to receive a scolding from the young lady. How could I dare to be late?"

Patty rolled her eyes at him, then looked at Carrie, who was busy at work, and walked over with some curiosity.

"Carrie, what are you doing?"

Carrie heard the voice and looked up. When she saw Patty returning, a smile appeared on her face.

"Carrie makes really beautiful clothes, so I asked her to make one for me too."

From the sofa came Suren's lazy voice.

Patty's eyes widened instantly upon hearing this.

"Really?! Carrie, could you make one for me too? I want one of those little dresses with lace trim, the kind you wear to a ball!"

Carrie smiled as she looked at Patty's expectant expression: "Of course, I'll take your measurements once I finish making Suren's."

"Why are you back today? There's still one more day until tomorrow."

After the two finished talking, Suren finally spoke up and asked a question.

"Our school's carnival starts the day after tomorrow! No classes tomorrow!"

Patty glared at Suren, hands on her hips, and said angrily, "I've sent you so many messages these past few days, haven't you read a single one?!"

Suren paused, though he had actually seen it.

However, the dozens of messages the other party sends every day are almost all filled with large amounts of emojis, photos of school food, and some landscape pictures.

He usually just glances at it and doesn't reply.

Seeing Suren's expression, Patty was furious and grabbed Jimoz, who had just rolled over from the ground, and threw him at him.

"Chirp?"

The little monster flew through the air with a blank expression before finally landing in Suren's hands.

"Alright, alright, send me a message now, set the time and place, and I'll come find you tomorrow."

Suren rubbed the little monster and put it on the ground.

"You're going to wear this?"

Patty looked Suren up and down, her face full of disdain.

"What's wrong with these clothes? They're perfectly fine."

Suren shrugged.

"Great job, my foot! Dressed like that, people will think you're begging at a carnival!"

Patty stepped forward, grabbed Suren's arm, and dragged him towards the door without a word. "Come on! I'll take you to buy some decent clothes. I don't want to embarrass myself with you!"

Carrie stood quietly in front of the workbench, watching the two figures pull and tug as they left. She glanced down at the unfinished drawings and fabric samples on the table, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, banished these distracting thoughts from her mind, picked up her paintbrush again, and focused more intently on conceiving the design.

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