People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Back at the office, Suren lay on the sofa scrolling through her phone.

Grace has been released by him and left in the mansion.

However, when the girl came out of Silent Hill, her snow-white wedding dress was filthy, the floor-length skirt had been torn into a bodycon skirt, and her mental state was extremely poor.

However, there was no blood on her body, and it was unknown what kind of ingenious game Alessa had arranged to entertain her inside.

Suren searched on her phone: Haddenfield.

Since Belial mentioned this place, he first needed to confirm whether the famous "Uncle Mai" from his previous life really existed in this world.

The webpage loaded quickly, and a series of news headlines popped up.

Haddenfield serial murders: Is the masked killer striking again?

A critically ill patient escaped from Smith Grove Mental Hospital; police launch a full-scale search.

Indiscriminate killing sparks community panic

Upon seeing these news reports, Suren's eyes flickered slightly. As expected, Uncle Mai did indeed exist in this world.

Michael Miles is a psychopath who was confined to a mental hospital at the age of six for the brutal murder of his older sister.

He always wears a white mask, kills without saying a word, and cannot be killed no matter how badly he is injured.

According to Belial, Uncle Mai must also be a demon who smuggled himself from hell to earth.

However, they successfully evaded the investigation by the Angel Council through special methods.

As for the specifics of the situation and what kind of tampering was done to Uncle Mai, we'll have to wait and see.

After confirming his target, he also sent Constantine a text message to say hello.

After learning that the other person would have to stay in the hospital bed for a while, Su Lun was completely relieved.

With enough time, I can take advantage of this trip to think carefully about the issue of bloodline awakening.

He put down his phone and planned to take a good rest over the weekend.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and Patty warned him a few days ago that he must make time to accompany her back to the orphanage.

She grew up in an orphanage and has maintained the habit of supporting orphanages ever since.

If she stands her up again this time, Su Lun feels her phone will be bombarded with calls.

……

The next day.

Suren was fast asleep on the sofa when a faint scent of perfume wafted over.

He instinctively opened his eyes, and his blue pupils met his gaze.

"You're sleeping like a log! I've called you dozens of times and no one's answering!"

Seeing that he was awake, Patty stood up, hands on her hips: "And what happened to the office door? Do you know how long I've been standing outside?!"

"I thought you would be back last night."

Suren sat up from the sofa, rubbing her temples. "So how did you get in?"

"Then I discovered the door wasn't locked at all," Patty said proudly, raising her chin.

Suren: "..."

You seem quite proud of yourself.

Patty deftly pulled an apron from her bag and put it on, then tucked her hair into a cleaning cap.

"I went out to hang out with some new friends last night. It was too far from the office, so I went back to my apartment."

"I'm not like some people who just stay at home all the time."

Patty reached out and wiped her hand on the coffee table, then frowned as she looked at the dust on her hand. "Have youn't cleaned at all this week?!"

Suren stretched, and seeing her fully armed appearance and the fiery questioning tone, quickly changed the subject:

"New friends? Could it be the same group of cronies from last time?"

A pair of yellow cleaning gloves hit him on the chest.

"Shut up."

Patty rolled her eyes at him. "This time it's different. Her name is Carrie. She's a transfer student who just joined our college. She's very quiet, even a little shy."

Upon hearing this name, Suren paused slightly in her work of adjusting her clothes.

Carrie?

A shy transfer student?

The name and its origin made it hard for him not to think of a witch with terrifying Nen abilities.

He tentatively suggested, "That sounds interesting. Maybe we can meet up sometime."

Patty gave him a suspicious look, then braced herself on the mop. "Forget it. Carrie is usually too shy to even raise her voice to people. With your appearance, you might scare her."

She pointed towards the bathroom and urged, "Hurry up and get up to wash up and throw these takeout boxes out."

"We're going to help out at the orphanage this afternoon."

……

At noon, the two had a simple lunch and then drove to the orphanage in the suburbs.

"What about tomorrow? What are you planning to do?"

Suren leaned back in the driver's seat, his hands crossed behind his head, two pale purple magical hands dutifully and steadily controlling the direction for him.

"Aren't you afraid of losing points for doing this?" Patty looked at the ghostly hands with curiosity in her eyes.

She continued, "You can just sit on the sofa and get moldy by yourself tomorrow. I've already made plans with Carrie to see the newly released comedy, 'Scary Movie.'"

"Points deducted? I've never even taken a driving test, why would I get points deducted?"

Suren seemed indifferent, but strangely enough, no police officers have come looking for him so far.

Patty was speechless and ignored him, lowering her head to organize the gifts she had brought for the children.

The car smoothly drove onto a sparsely populated suburban road.

After driving for half a day, we are still quite a distance from our destination.

Just as Suren was about to complain about why the orphanage had to be built in the suburbs, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Ghost Hand quickly turned the steering wheel and stepped on the brake.

In the middle of the road ahead, several strange dark figures stood silently, blocking the way.

Those were several strangely shaped monsters.

They are massive in size, with half of their chest replaced by an engine, their heads fitted with high-speed rotating propeller blades, and another head replaced by a sizzling chainsaw.

Various colored jumper cables were interspersed around the body, with the conduits exposed, and a strong smell of machine oil mixed with a putrid odor wafted out.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Patty instinctively reached for the pistol in her bag.

"Stay in the car and don't move."

Suren pushed open the car door and got out, looking around at her surroundings.

"Alessa, take her inside for a while."

A black mist appeared out of nowhere, engulfing Patty in the passenger seat along with the gift in her arms, and pulling her into the other world.

Suren twisted his neck and stretched his body, looking at the monsters in front of him, feeling that their appearance was very familiar.

Before he could make a move, the monster with spiral blades on its head let out a roar, spewed out a burst of exhaust gas from its exhaust pipe on its back, and charged straight toward Suren like a self-destructing truck.

Suren dodged aside.

"Bang!"

The monster crashed directly into the car, instantly smashing it to pieces and rendering it a total loss.

"Tsk, I feel like I'm destined to never be with vehicles in this lifetime."

He looked at the car with its equipment scattered all over the ground and sighed.

Suren examined these monsters, whose bodies were a fusion of technology and flesh, and could even smell a chaotic demonic aura emanating from them.

This product, which forcibly combines technology with flesh and blood, reminded him of the organization behind the ogres and the research on Yutun.

This thing looks like it was made by them.

Was it because I had repeatedly thwarted their plans that they finally couldn't hold back anymore?

"You're sending this bunch of junk to their deaths?"

Suren sneered, and the Thunder Sword fell into his hand.