People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 171 The Eve of the Carnival

The residential area in the suburbs of Los Santos is quiet at night.

Anita lay on her bed, carefully flipping through a book by the light of a lamp.

Beside her were other old books, bearing titles such as "An Introduction to Demonology," "The Evolution of Possession," and "A True Account of the Supernatural in the Middle Ages."

"—To prevent the body from rotting, the possessing demon must periodically devour the flesh and blood of young men—"

Anita's face grew paler and paler as she looked at the description, which reminded her of her best friend Jennifer.

The other person has been a popular figure in school since childhood, with a sexy and charming appearance and an outgoing and confident demeanor.

She was not only the captain of the cheerleading team, but also the queen surrounded by boys.

But everything changed last week.

That day, Jennifer came running over excitedly, saying that a band called "Low Shoulders" was coming to Los Santos to perform.

Because the band happened to be from the same small town as her, out of support for her fellow townsman, she insisted on dragging Anita along to the show.

However, the nightmare began the moment they stepped into that bar.

Halfway through the performance that night, the bar inexplicably burst into flames.

The fire spread rapidly. Anita risked her life to help Jennifer escape the inferno through the back door, barely managing to catch her breath.

But they discovered that several members of the Low Shoulders band were already there.

Ignoring Anita's protests, they half-dragged, half-brooked Jennifer onto the van and drove off.

When Anita saw her again, Jennifer was like a completely different person, covered in blood and with empty eyes.

She stumbled into her home, rushed into the kitchen like a wild beast, and grabbed a piece of raw chicken and stuffed it into her mouth.

Finally, she vomited a large puddle of foul-smelling slime on the floor.

That horrific scene remains unforgettable for Anita to this day.

Since that day, several students have died one after another at the school.

First the rugby captain, then the club members—each death more gruesome than the last.

She suddenly remembered seeing online a while ago that a mental hospital in the suburbs had mysteriously collapsed, but only one person had died.

At the time, some people even claimed to have witnessed a battle between angels and demons, and that holy light shone in the sky at midnight.

Anita herself didn't believe in these things, but this gave her some inspiration.

She suspected that her best friend Jennifer might have encountered something terrible after being taken away by the band that night.

Is it possible that it has been targeted by something unclean, or even possessed?

"Young male — flesh and blood —"

She looked down at the book, lost in thought for a long time.

The images of the boys who died tragically at school, Jennifer eating raw chicken, and her recent haggard appearance with her skin even showing the ashen white of a corpse, all contributed to the shock.

She closed the book and glanced at the calendar.

This weekend is the school's Spring Carnival, where all the students will gather together.

This was a perfect hunting feast for a demon that needed to constantly feed.

Inside the shopping mall at night.

Like a puppet on a string, Su Lun was pulled along by Patty to go in and out of various brand menswear stores.

Patty held up various suits and casual clothes of different styles, comparing them on Suren while muttering to herself.

"Can't you reply to more messages every day? You're always out and about."

As she straightened Suren's collar, she complained resentfully, "I wanted to bring you to have a dress custom-made a long time ago, but I couldn't get in touch with you no matter what I did, so now I can only make do with these ready-made clothes."

Suren stood in front of the audition dress, watching her struggle, and sighed wearily, "It's just a celebration party at the end of a semester, not a formal graduation ceremony. Is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of it?"

"How can they be the same?!"

Patty glared at him, tugging hard at her tie. "This is the Spring Carnival! There are so many fun activities at school! And a dance!"

"Anyway—anyway, I just want you to look your best when you attend."

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Suren didn't want to argue about this topic. He looked at himself in the mirror and asked, "How long will this carnival last? One day?"

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"right."

Patty took two steps back, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction. "We'll start warming up on Friday. The school has already set up all sorts of playground equipment on the lawn these past few days."

"On Saturdays, there will be the school's traditional relay race during the day, as well as performances by various clubs. In the evening, there will be a dance party where the school will invite various well-known singers and bands."

"Oh? What singers and bands are there?" Suren turned around and tried on the clothes.

"I don't know. You know what kind of shows I like to watch."

Patty said, as if she remembered something, and continued, "However, it seems that the school has invited that Low Shoulders band that's been really popular online lately to perform."

"Low-Shoulders Band?"

Suren paused slightly.

"yes."

She nodded. "It's the band that saved several people in the fire a while ago."

Patty pursed her lips. "There are posts praising them all over the internet now, and a lot of girls at school are die-hard fans of theirs."

"But I think those guys look like hooligans, and they make such loud music, they don't seem like good people at all."

Suren smiled helplessly upon hearing this.

"There's one more thing—"

Patty's voice suddenly lowered a few decibels. "It seems like something's happened at school lately."

"I heard that several boys died, and their deaths were gruesome, as if they were torn apart by some kind of wild beast."

"However, the incident was quickly suppressed by the school's higher-ups. After all, it was nearing the end of the semester, and the carnival was just around the corner. The school didn't want to spoil the atmosphere or cause panic at this crucial moment."

Suren was somewhat puzzled after hearing this.

Los Santos is an international metropolis, not some small mountain village. How could there be wild animals there?

However, you'll find out what it is when you go and see for yourself.

"Let's go."

Suren handed the clothes she had changed out of to the waiter.

"Aren't you going to try on that purple one? And this pink bow, I think it suits you really."

Patty quickly followed.

"No need, this one will do."

Time passed, and nothing particularly unexpected happened during Friday's carnival pre-events; everything seemed calm and uneventful.

The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye.

The daytime carnival was incredibly lively, with relay races and a variety of club performances bringing the atmosphere across the campus to a climax.

As dusk fell, the students, still reluctant to leave after a day of revelry, dispersed and returned to their lodgings to change into their carefully prepared formal attire, making final preparations for the evening's highlight—the ball.

As night fell, a rather cute pink Volkswagen Beetle drove into the campus and found a spot in the crowded parking lot.

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The car door opened, and Suren stepped out first.

He changed into his newly bought black suit, the crisp fabric perfectly accentuating his slender and well-proportioned figure.

The black fabric is accented with dark red stripes, adding a touch of flamboyance.

Coupled with her striking white hair, she instantly attracted a lot of attention in the parking lot as soon as she appeared.

Ignoring the stares of those around her, Suren skillfully opened the back door of the car.

Carrie stepped forward first.

She was still wearing the same light-colored dress she wore to the movie last time, which made her look exceptionally gentle and graceful in the night.

However, Patty, who was sitting on the inside, remained motionless for a long time.

Suren stood outside the car door, looking at her with some confusion.

Seeing that he was completely unresponsive, like a block of wood, Patty finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She lowered her voice and gritted her teeth as she reminded him, "Your hand! You have to give me your hand and help me out of the car. That's how it's always done in those romantic dramas!"

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