Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 178 Witnessing the Birth of a Witch (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

a woman.

Margaret White, 47, is a very ordinary unemployed woman.

There is a 16-year-old daughter who attends Evan Union High School, a private school in Chicago.

After their investigation, the police were surprised to find that a woman named Margaret had appeared at the scenes of all the murders.

It could be someone among the bystanders, or someone who had been in the vicinity of the scene.

One or two times might be a coincidence, but it's very unusual for it to happen more than ten times in a row, spanning multiple regions.

This astonishing discovery immediately drew the attention of the police.

What troubled them was that these murderers were all different people from various professions, including homeless people, doctors, bank employees, and so on.

The different perpetrators initially led the police to underestimate the situation.

The Chicago Police Department then formed a joint investigation team to investigate this bizarre case.

But when the agents of the Joint Crime Investigation Team went to Margaret's house to find the key person, Margaret, something terrible happened.

Margaret lived in Morgan Park in southwest Chicago.

Located 26 miles from the city center, this area is home to a large number of Irish and German-American conservatives and has many evangelical churches.

Large areas of old, detached bungalows and small detached houses, small in size and with extremely low rent.

The neighborhood is closed off and people don't like to socialize, making the whole area feel very oppressive.

Margaret's house is an old two-story detached apartment building built in the 1950s with a small yard. It is surrounded by low old houses and the streets are quiet and secluded, far from the commercial area.

The five investigators set off in the afternoon and arrived at Margaret's house at 7 p.m.

The sky had darkened.

Apart from the lights from the houses and streetlights, the surrounding streets were almost deserted, with hardly any pedestrians in sight.

But when the five detectives, four men and one woman, drove up to the house and got out of the car...

The group immediately realized something was wrong.

It was so quiet that it couldn't even be called quiet; it was more like deathly stillness.

There wasn't a single sound in the entire area—no ordinary cat meows, dog barks, insect chirps, television broadcasts, or any other noise.

The deathly silence was chilling.

Just as the only female agent was about to turn to her colleague and say something,

Her pupils suddenly dilated slightly, because she realized that her companions were staring at her with extremely indifferent eyes.

That cold gaze was like looking at a dead person.

It sent chills down the spine of the female detective.

She looked nervous, her right hand unconsciously resting on the holster, ready to draw her gun at any moment, her lips trembling slightly as she spoke.

"Robert, Stan, are you alright?"

However, there was still no response.

The same icy gaze remained, and the four male agents turned around, subtly surrounding her.

As I turned around, the streetlights on the distant road, which had been brightly lit, suddenly dimmed with a few loud "bangs".

Even the lights in those houses were all turned off.

She was left alone, with only two streetlights providing a little light, instantly making the scene terrifying and horrifying.

Hey guys.

The female detective swallowed hard, immediately sensing something was wrong. She shouted, then mustered her courage, reached out and pushed aside the male detective in front of her, and ran out of the encirclement.

He picked up his phone and was about to make a call.

But all she got in response to her calls was static.

"What exactly happened?"

The female detective was somewhat confused and sensed danger. Coupled with these strange circumstances, she wanted to escape immediately.

But there were four companions with her here.

"Quick, hurry up, I've been resisting for too long."

Just as the female detective was at a loss, she suddenly heard a young girl's voice, broken and incomplete.

The female detective suddenly turned her head and scanned the area, but saw no one.

The female agent panicked completely.

Then she noticed that her four companions, who had been staring at her without moving, were now wearing twisted smiles.

"You can't escape, Kimberly."

"You're going to die."

"We will take out your heart, and you will witness the birth of a witch."

The voice coming from his mouth was hoarse and terrifying.

Kimberly's heart was pounding. She wanted to run, but a nameless fear crept over her as she realized her legs were out of her control.

She couldn't move at all.

He could only watch in despair as his companions, who seemed to be possessed by demons, walked towards him with terrifying smiles.

Rumble!!

Just as Kimberly was in despair, a terrifying clap of thunder suddenly shattered the night sky.

The thunderclap was like a bell tolling for courage, giving Kimberly courage and dispelling her fear.

Kimberly suddenly realized that her previously uncontrollable body could move again.

She quickly took a few steps back, creating some distance between herself and the enemy.

But just as she was about to turn and run away, she saw her four companions suddenly stop and turn to look at the street ahead. In the darkness, something seemed to be approaching.

What is this?

Kimberly pulled the gun from its holster; she wanted to run away, but she also wanted to know what was going on here.

Curiosity is often a major reason why people fall into the abyss.

Countless painful lessons from the past have taught humanity that sometimes we shouldn't be too curious.

Fortunately, Kimberly was lucky today.

Lady Luck smiled upon her.

Suddenly, in the darkness ahead, the dim streetlights blazed brightly, and a figure in a black overcoat slowly walked towards them.

It looks slow but is actually very fast; it covers dozens of meters in the blink of an eye.

With each movement he made, the dim streetlights beside him would light up, creating a visually stunning effect.

Kimberly was so shocked that her mind went completely blank.

She could only instinctively stare at that figure.

In the blink of an eye, Kimberly's vision blurred, and the person suddenly appeared in front of her out of nowhere.

The other person was wearing a black round hat.

The streetlights overhead cast their glow, and the brim of the hat obscured the other person's face; she could only vaguely make out that he seemed to be a very young boy.

"Detective, it seems you and your colleagues are in some trouble."

"Yes, yes, sir."

Kimberly was a little nervous for some reason, but she quickly calmed down.

Beneath the brim of his hat, his eyes were bright and gentle.

It seemed to subtly soothe her nervousness.

"You need to rest, madam. Soon you'll forget about this unpleasant experience."

The boy's voice was clear, bright, and very pure.

Kimberly didn't know why the other person said that, but her consciousness became blurred, a strong drowsiness surged into her heart, and she finally closed her eyes.

She fell forward, and in her last moments of consciousness, she saw the boy's handsome lips, the corners of which were turned up. Was he smiling?

With her last thoughts, Kimberly fell into a deep sleep.