People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 184 Fatal Sensation

"Thump, thump, thump."

A knocking sound came from the first floor.

Suren, who was still trying to extract information from Sisley, was slightly taken aback.

So fast?

From the time he hung up the phone until now, only ten minutes have passed at most.

If the entire country responded to police at this speed, the crime rate would definitely increase by several percentage points.

"Ugh!!"

Meanwhile, Serena, who was tied up on the other side, lit up when she heard the knocking on the door downstairs.

She writhed as if she had found a lifeline, trying to attract the attention of the person outside the door.

Meanwhile, Sydney blinked, looking curious.

At this hour, with the rain pouring down outside, who would come knocking on the door?

Suren glanced at the two of them, picked up the cloth she had just taken out, and stuffed it into Sydney's mouth, sealing it tightly.

"Hmm?!"

Sydney stared at him with wide eyes, her face full of protest.

Weren't we just having a great chat?!

"Be quiet."

Suren's tone was flat.

He went downstairs and opened the door.

The rain was still drizzling outside.

There was only a man in his early twenties standing outside. He was breathing heavily, as if he had run all the way there.

His hair was wet from the rain and stuck to his face; he was wearing a well-made suit.

But when he saw Suren, perhaps a little nervous, he subconsciously tugged at his collar.

The suit jacket was open at the collar, revealing more of the shirt underneath, and a fluorescent green vest.

The man looked down following Suren's slightly strange gaze and noticed his own incongruous attire.

He coughed twice in a flustered manner and hurriedly buttoned his suit jacket back up.

After he straightened his clothes, he spoke tentatively, "Excuse me—are you Mr. Suren?"

Suren glanced at him and had a feeling that he was unreliable.

The man breathed a sigh of relief after receiving an affirmative answer.

He quickly reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, as if trying to pull something out.

But perhaps because it was his first time doing something like this, he was too clumsy and rummaged around for a long time, almost tearing the inner pocket, before finally pulling out a brand new ID in a panic.

He opened the documents and handed them to Suren with both hands.

Seeing his appearance, Suren's suspicions deepened.

He looked down and saw the familiar image on the background of the ID card: two feathers holding up a blue Earth.

Above the design, four English letters—FE1.A—were printed in serif font.

Above that is a somewhat stiff headshot and the man's name: Anjou Mays.

Angie?

Suren looked at the somewhat feminine name, then glanced at the nervous man in front of her, and didn't ask any further questions.

"Come in."

Suren stepped aside, making way for him.

Anqiong wiped the rain off her face, put away her documents, and went inside.

"Anqiong, where's the information I requested?"

Suren closed the door and spoke directly.

Anjou nodded and reached her hand inside her suit jacket again.

This time, he pulled out a black tablet.

Perhaps because the tablet was too big, another button on his suit jacket, which he had finally managed to fasten, popped off.

The collar opened again, and Suren could see the complete green reflective vest.

The edge of the vest also had the logo of a well-known ride-hailing company printed on it.

Suren's eye twitched.

Before this guy came here, was he on some kind of covert mission? Or was he really working part-time as a rideshare driver on the street to earn money?

It doesn't matter, as long as the documents arrive.

Suren took the tablet and began to browse through it.

"Well()--"

Seeing that Su Lun had taken the tablet, An Qiong seemed to remember the work process and stammered, "Before you report the information to me, I—I need to confirm the security level of the site and eliminate potential threats."

Suren looked at the data on the tablet without looking up: "With me here, you don't need to do any extra ratings, just keep quiet."

As he spoke, he looked up at the ceiling and a smile appeared on his lips.

Anqiong followed Su Lun's gaze and looked up at the ceiling, somewhat bewildered.

Suren lowered his head and introduced the woman named "Serena May".

Serena was born into an ordinary family in Virginia.

She became pregnant and gave birth to a baby girl after being sexually assaulted.

Pregnancy before marriage is considered shameful by traditional and conservative parents.

She was ruthlessly kicked out of the door.

As a teenage girl without an independent source of income, she simply couldn't afford the expenses of raising an infant.

With nowhere else to turn, she had no choice but to take her newborn child to a local hospital.

Serena herself has been living on the fringes of society for years.

After reading her description, Suren handed the tablet back and asked, "Who owns this house now?"

Anjou took the tablet and tapped it quickly twice: "The current owner of this villa is Madison Mills. Her husband was attacked by an unknown creature in this villa several days ago and has died."

After saying that, Anjou looked at the additional information in the file and added, "Madison Mills' registered name at the hospital before being adopted by her adoptive parents was Emily Mason."

"She is Serena's biological daughter, whom she abandoned all those years ago."

After listening, Suren frowned slightly. The plot seemed familiar, but it was also very common. She felt that something was missing.

But his guess was correct.

Serena gave birth to Emily, but unable to raise her, she gave her away to a welfare hospital.

Later, Emily was taken away by the parents of the blonde daughter named Sydney upstairs and became their nominal older sister.

Emily's husband was likely killed by her own hands, possibly due to the domestic violence that Sydney mentioned.

"Do you know what's going on with that monster on Emily?"

Suren asked again.

"What monster?"

Anjou was taken aback, a look of confusion on her face. "Emily Mason has always been a normal, ordinary woman."

"Emily has another face on the back of her head."

Suren gave a brief description: "It has independent consciousness and even control over its own body."

Upon hearing this, An Qiong's expression changed slightly, and she quickly picked up her tablet to search for information.

A moment later, he looked at the file on the screen and gasped: "Found it—"

"Medical records from the welfare hospital at the time showed that Serena was actually pregnant with twins. However, this is an extremely rare case of parasitic twins in medicine."

"The underdeveloped twin was like a tumor, parasitic on Emily's back and the back of her head."

Anqiong frowned, her tone full of confusion, "But the results reported by the hospital back then showed that the parasitic twin had clearly been successfully removed and destroyed in a separation surgery."

"It's impossible for him to still be alive."

Upon hearing this explanation, Suren recalled some familiar scenes from the plot.

An abusive husband, twins parasitizing the back of his head, and a murderer acting as if he were actually there—

A deadly sense?!

This movie seems to be about this story.

A deformed twin lies dormant deep within the female protagonist's brain after surgery.

Later, due to domestic violence by her husband, the twins were awakened.

It then took control of the female protagonist's body and brutally murdered her husband.

It began to take revenge on the doctors who had harmed it and the mother who had abandoned it.

Suren remembered that the monster parasitizing her body seemed to have some superpowers.

It seems to affect some electrical appliances.

But how could such an ability possibly have a demonic aura?

"Where is the hospital where Emily had her surgery?"

"Surren asked."

He now suspects that it wasn't Serena who found the hospital, but rather the hospital that actively sought out people like her.

What they were doing wasn't any surgical excision at all; rather, they were using it as a pretext to conduct human experiments on demonic possession.

"Armitage————"