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The paper suddenly caught fire, and then the entire typewriter was engulfed in flames, unable to make any more noise.

"If a tiger doesn't show off its power, it really thinks I'm a sick cat."

Looking away from the typewriter, Robb smiled coldly.

Although he was forced to come here, he decided to make the best of it and didn't mind making some extra money.

Robb looked around.

With the appearance of this living person, the entire room seemed to be stimulated at once, and all kinds of strange phenomena appeared more and more frequently.

So much so that the numerous crosses that had been hanging on the wall fell to the ground one after another involuntarily.

Ding~~~

Another silver coin rolled out from the indistinct darkness and landed clearly in front of Robb.

Robb kicked it away without even looking at it, and then walked towards the corner where the light suddenly came from.

The bright light comes from an old TV from the 1970s or 1980s.

At this moment, the screen was turned on and a video was playing.

The protagonist is Robb himself, and the environment he is in is this storage room.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

After Robb took a few glances, he almost understood that this was a strange TV that could predict his future a few seconds later and project it.

Predicting the future may seem magical, but based on Robb's experience, if you really believe it, you will only get yourself into trouble.

You have to know that the supernatural beings don't have any good intentions.

The so-called prediction of the future is more likely to make you follow its will. You may seem to have avoided a crisis, but unknowingly fall into another bigger crisis.

"Have you ever predicted your future?"

Robb smiled and waved his hand. The TV screen shattered directly, and then the whole body twisted like a pretzel.

Prophecy television can no longer make predictions.

Stepping over the wreckage of the TV and ignoring the increasingly hideous mask statues around him, Robb headed towards the deepest part.

There, he felt a huge darkness, which was undoubtedly the real and greatest source of fear in this room.

Soon, in less than half a minute, Robb saw the target.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

At this moment, he finally knew where he was.

……

Over the past few decades, a couple has been the subject of social controversy.

They were paranormal investigators, founders of the New England Society for Paranormal Research, and church-approved exorcists.

Over the decades, they have participated in and handled thousands of haunted incidents and church exorcism rituals.

During this period, many cases caused social sensation.

Some people think they are genuine, while others think they are fraudulent and just trying to attract attention.

Regardless of what the outside world thinks, they continue to work together and even set up a supernatural museum, which houses the countless supernatural items they have handled over the years.

They are the Warrens.

Among the countless supernatural objects in their collection, there was only one that made them most troubled, frightened, and even terrified.

Annabell!

Chapter 222 Annabelle

Warren Paranormal Museum.

The deepest part of the exhibit.

Inside a transparent holy cabinet, a doll named Annabell was leaning against a chair, sitting quietly and motionless.

This situation has been going on for a long time.

Until a strange scream was heard from a mirror in the museum, followed by a piece of ancient mirror fragment shooting out from the mirror surface.

Although it was quickly crushed by a hand that emerged from the mirror.

But the owner of the hand did not realize that a wisp of strange power in the fragments of the ancient mirror had already separated earlier and rushed straight to the holy cabinet in the deepest part of the museum.

Click.

The switch of the holy cabinet rang.

Almost at the same time, Annabell, who had been silent, blinked and looked at the world happily.

……

As an uninvited guest, Robb didn't know where he was at first.

Until he saw a doll in a transparent cabinet, wearing a white dress and with a bright and weird smile on its face.

Robb's first reaction was that it looked familiar.

Then, an idea suddenly occurred to him.

Isn't this Annabelle?

He still knew the famous Ghost King.

So this is the Warrens' paranormal museum?

I ran to Connecticut.

No wonder!

There are so many items here that are related to the supernatural.

Robb suddenly realized.

Squeak~~

Just at this moment, the door of the holy cabinet in front of him suddenly opened slowly.

Robb's eyes fixed and he looked quickly.

Click~click!

The doll named Annabell twisted its stiff neck and smiled at him.

Stare into each other's eyes.

Robb felt a chill rushing towards him. Without saying a word, he rushed to the holy cabinet and grabbed Annabelle's head with his big hand.

Make you laugh!

The next second, he missed.

Annabell disappeared in an instant.

Squeak~squeak~

A shaking sound was heard.

Robb turned his head quickly and saw Annabelle, who had just disappeared, suddenly sitting on the rocking chair. While enjoying her leisure time, she once again looked at Robb with a brilliant smile.

But this time his eyes seemed particularly cold.

Clank~Clank~Clank~

The shaking sounds of various masks, statues and other objects around became more and more intense at this moment.

From Robb's spiritual perspective, he could see that the spiritual fluctuations in the entire room were several times greater than before.

Robb's face remained calm.

Although there are many items related to the supernatural in this museum.

But most of them are just contaminated with spiritual aura, and after so many years of sealing and baptism, they have long become ordinary things.

Even though some of them are weird, they can scare people but are not harmful enough. They cannot be compared with real supernatural items such as horror storybooks.

Otherwise, the Warrens wouldn't have been so active for so many years.

The main reason why there is a situation of ghosts running rampant now is due to Annabelle who has been unsealed.

Robb looked at Annabelle with a serious face.

It is called the King of Ghosts not only because of its great strength, but also because of its ability to command and awaken the ghosts.

Of course, in addition to Annabelle, there are a few truly supernatural beings in the museum.

For example now.

Thumb~thump~thump~

Silver coins one after another covered the entire ground and flowed towards Robb again.

"court death!"

Robb glanced in Annabell's direction, and she disappeared again, leaving only the rocking chair.

In that case, let's deal with the miscellaneous soldiers in front of us first.

Robb stretched out his hand and pressed, and all the silver coins rolling over suddenly stopped.

He looked in the direction where the silver coin was rolling.

It was a pitch-black darkness that was totally out of tune with the entire museum, without a single trace of light.

Even he couldn't see what was inside.

My sixth sense warned me not to enter.

Robb was not stubborn.

Since I'm not going in, I'll just let those bad guys who are always throwing coins come out.

Robb stretched out his hand and pushed, and all the silver coins retreated quickly like bullets with a "whoosh".

boom!boom!boom!boom!

A series of collision sounds rang out from the darkness.

Then, a sound different from the rolling sound of silver coins finally appeared.

Step…step…step…

With the sound of stiff footsteps, men and women with blue skin, no breath, and eyes strangely covered by silver coins walked out of the darkness.

Seeing this scene, Robb thought of a rumor.

In ancient Greek mythology, after a person dies, their soul enters the underworld and has to cross the River Styx. The boatman responsible for ferrying the soul will ask for a bribe from the living, so the living will put two coins on the eyes of the deceased as fare.

I didn't expect to meet him in America today.

Robb was about to take action.

Sudden.

A silver coin fell from the eyes of the dead man who walked out.

Clang.

The silver coin fell to the ground, making a crisp sound as it spun.

Unlike before, this time Robb couldn't help but look down.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Then, all the silver coins fell one by one from the dead man's eyes.

Robb suddenly had the urge to pick them all up.

Just as he bent over to move, all the dead moved.

They stretched out their hands at a very fast speed.