People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 178 The Perfect Doll

Virginia has always been known for its stunning natural scenery and rich history, making it a renowned tourist destination across the United States.

However, on a remote highway, the scenery along the way appeared somewhat desolate.

"Dude, what are you doing coming all this way to this godforsaken place by yourself?"

The driver gripped the steering wheel and glanced at the young man sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

The man was wearing a dark red trench coat and had a cold expression.

Seeing that the other person didn't respond, the driver continued, "A while ago, I heard that there was an extremely brutal murder in that town up ahead, the deaths were particularly gruesome—"

"Even the Los Santos police officers who went to investigate died there. Now that place is really eerie, and locals avoid it."

Suren leaned back in her seat, watching the scenery rushing past the window, her eyes completely calm.

Seeing that the passenger was not interested, the driver simply shut up and focused on driving.

After spending the weekend with Patty, he bought a plane ticket and flew to Virginia.

Originally, he planned to transfer to a long-distance bus in the city to get there.

But to my surprise, the bus route to Ravenfars town has been suspended indefinitely, for reasons similar to what the driver just mentioned.

After news of the serial murders and police deaths spread, almost all of the town's already small population moved away overnight, turning the entire town into a ghost town.

With no other option, Suren had to pay a high price to hire a daring driver to give her a ride.

Welcome to Ravenfars, the land of ivy and streams.

A rusty GG card appeared in front of me and sped past.

Shortly after, the vehicle came to a slow stop.

After getting off the bus, Suren looked around the small town in front of her.

It's less like a town and more like the private estate of a family from the last century.

The town was surrounded by high walls, with only a black iron gate at the entrance.

"Young man, are you coming here and going back? If you only have a short time, I can wait for you."

The driver rolled down the window, rested his arm on it, and shouted at Suren's retreating figure.

This is the middle of nowhere, and he doesn't want to go back empty-handed.

Suren didn't turn around: "Then I'll trouble you, driver. It shouldn't take long."

As you enter the town, a dark cloud seems to have drifted overhead, making it hard to breathe.

Most of the shops on both sides of the street had their doors and windows boarded up, and a few bicycles were carelessly thrown on the roadside.

Suren walked forward along the street.

McLean, that old fox, spent most of his life in the Los Santos Police Department, a coward who was afraid of death, but now he traveled all the way to this remote town for a murder case, only to die far from home.

"Mary Shaw".

He murmured the name to himself, his eyes growing colder.

Following the street, it didn't take much effort for Suren to find the manor from the original story.

Mary Shaw must be possessing that stepmother's body and living here.

In the last century, the entire town of Ravenfars belonged to this family.

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However, later, an ancestor of the family offended the ventriloquist Mary Shaw and was cursed with the most vicious curse, which led to the family's rapid decline and dwindling population.

Suren stopped in front of the villa and kicked it out with one foot.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the door collapsed inward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The villa was dimly lit, and the luxurious carpet was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Suren stepped into the living room.

The moment he stepped into the entrance hall, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

The ambient sounds, such as the wind and leaves, that could be heard just a second ago vanished instantly, as if the entire villa had been muted.

"Methods to deprive someone of their voice?"

Suren stopped and looked around.

Several wooden puppets were placed on the ground, and various portraits of humans hung on the wall.

They all have one thing in common—their chins have been ripped open.

A ghostly hand reached out from Suren's body and crushed the puppets.

Mary Shaw can move locations using puppets she makes herself, and she is virtually impossible to kill as long as the puppets are not destroyed.

Therefore, any puppets that can be seen must be destroyed.

Even as the puppet was crushed and the fragments fell to the floor, Suren still didn't hear a single sound.

This tactic is clever; it creates a sense of oppression by making the prey unable to hear.

When prey feels fear, in absolute silence, it will subconsciously feel that someone is behind it.

Once you realize this, you're not far from screaming.

Screaming will attract Mary Shaw.

Conversely, if they simply keep their mouths shut, the deadly danger posed by this vengeful spirit will be greatly reduced.

Continue walking in.

Occasionally, one or two puppets would run across the ground, and the sounds of children's laughter and human wails could be heard.

Suren made her way to the living room.

A sofa was placed in the center of the living room, with its back to him.

Looking from behind, you can see three heads resting on the sofa, like a family gathered together.

Suddenly, the sofa turned around.

Only then did he get a clear look at the three people's faces.

In the middle is a middle-aged man with gray hair, wearing a suit.

He was sitting on either side of a man and a woman, who were probably the young victim and his girlfriend.

The three corpses were placed on the sofa, their ripped jaws fitted with opening and closing structures resembling those of a doll's mouth.

Their faces were painted pinkish-white, their cheeks were painted with exaggerated blush, their eyelids looked like they were being dangled by something, and their pupils were dark gray.

"Click".

The middle-aged man's jaw suddenly dropped, and a thin, long tongue emerged.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a single tongue; it was wrapped with countless other tongues, densely packed together.

"Hello! Suren."

The middle-aged man's stiff lips moved, but the voice that came out was that of an old woman.

Suren stared blankly at the corpse before her. "Mary Shaw, are you going to come out here yourself, or should I come to you personally?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man fell silent. His head drooped, and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

On the left, in the corridor leading to the restaurant, a brightly dressed woman slowly walked out.

The woman wore a dark blue low-cut halter dress and had makeup on, but her movements were somewhat stiff, like a puppet.

Who are you looking for?

The woman asked, her voice hollow.

Suren took a sudden step forward, grabbed the woman's neck with one hand, and subtly infused her with magic.

"Bang!"

The woman's body instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

At that moment, a chilling wind swept through the villa, and where the woman had died, a ghastly old face filled with resentment appeared.

"You deserve to die! How dare you ruin my perfect doll!"

Mary Shaw was completely enraged. She stared intently at Suren and said coldly.

"You overconfident exorcist! As long as my puppet remains in this town, you will never kill me!"

"Yeah?"

Suren's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. "However, finding puppets happens to be something I'm quite good at."

As soon as he finished speaking, boundless darkness spread out from beneath his feet, the walls crumbled, and crimson tissue instantly covered the entire villa.

The darkness rapidly expanded outwards, dragging the entire town into Silent Hill.

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