Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven.

"Let me think about it...I want to think about it..."

Sitting in the back, Art covered his head with his hands and closed his eyes, his mind constantly recalling the horrific scene of the plane crash that he was very reluctant to repeat but had to recreate.

Explosions, screams, cries, prayers...

Art was searching with sweat all over his face.

"...Jim! I saw him! He was blown out by the hole in the plane. Then it was Anna. In between were a few other people I don't know...Haley! It's her turn! Next is... Next is..."

Art's eyes widened.

He saw it!

After Haley, there was a face that he knew very well, and there was a hideous bloody hole on its forehead.

Hu~hu~hu~

Art opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

"What's going on, Art?"

Winter quickly turned around and asked anxiously.

Art raised his head and looked at his good friend Winter blankly without saying a word.

"No...it can't be me?" Winter wanted to laugh, but couldn't, and finally showed an ugly expression.

Art nodded silently.

Winter is no longer getting away with it.

beep!beep!

He slammed the steering wheel several times.

"Fuck the Death! Fuck!"

Only by facing it personally can you deeply understand the horror of being stared at by the god of death.

Even if it hasn't appeared yet.

"Calm down! Winter! If the god of death wants to kill us, he must take advantage of all kinds of coincidences. Cheer up! As long as we observe carefully, we will be able to avoid it!" Art held Winter's shoulder and comforted him quickly.

"Yes! That's right! As long as we find out in advance, we can definitely avoid it." Winter said hurriedly as if he had grasped the last straw.

Art wanted to say something else.

Just then, a long and shrill car horn sounded.

It wasn't Winter's doing.

But behind you.

Claire, Art and even Winter turned their heads and saw a large truck honking its horn and driving towards them quickly.

Soon, the two cars were running side by side.

Claire looked again and saw a row of extremely thick and long steel pipes placed on the truck.

As the truck moved forward, the steel pipes tied with long ropes swayed up and down and left and right, looking like they were about to fall off.

Carlisle, who wanted to see the previous passengers die, realized something was wrong.

Art and Winter's pupils also shrank.

Especially the latter.

After discovering that he is the next in the order of death.

Seeing the truck full of steel pipes beside him, he suddenly thought of how he would die.

The steel pipe fell off and, under the action of inertia, flew towards the Ford car, piercing myself while I was sitting in the driver's seat.

Winter's hands on the steering wheel began to tremble.

Just at this moment, the truck next to them accelerated, overtook them, and appeared in front of the Ford.

Looking at the hard steel pipes at the rear of the truck in front of me shaking, they were facing me.

Winter couldn't bear it any longer, so he turned the steering wheel sharply and drove the car quickly to the sidewalk. He stopped as everyone dodged in panic.

Ignore the rest.

At this moment, Winter stared at the truck.

Seeing that the other party had left his sight without any accidents, he laughed and said, "Look! I dodged it! I dodged it..."

bump!

A steel bar fell from the sky, passed through the roof of the car, and landed right on Winter's head, stopping the other person from speaking.

Pfft!

Blood splattered.

Touching the warmth on her face again, Claire looked at it all in a daze.

Winter never expected it.

Just after he escaped from the truck, he suddenly drove the car onto the sidewalk, and a pedestrian panicked and bumped into a scaffolding that was being used for construction on the surface of the building.

After a series of coincidental collisions, a steel bar fell off and fell straight into the Ford car below, accidentally killing Winter.

Screams quickly followed.

As the sound of sirens got closer, Claire and Art, covered in blood and with panic on their faces, walked out of the car.

They stared into each other's eyes for a long time without saying anything.

……

Chapter 348 Claire Arrives

Once again appearing at the police station, facing the routine questioning by the police as if they were crazy, Claire and Art only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"Who will be the next after Winter dies? It won't be my turn, will it?"

Claire, who had gradually become accustomed to it, even to the point of numbness, said with a self-deprecating smile with a haggard face.

Art shook his head dejectedly: "It's someone I don't know."

There was no look of relief on Claire's face. She just looked at the busy and bustling street scene in front of her, not knowing what she was thinking.

Art, on the other hand, could not sit still and paced back and forth, constantly thinking: "What should we do now? We must think of a way to crack it!"

Claire wanted to give up and say there was nothing she could do.

However, at this moment, she suddenly thought of someone.

A man sitting on his left, Art shouted "the plane will explode" with a strange look on his face.

As a psychiatrist, Claire has strong observation skills.

When she saw him for the first time, she felt that he was extraordinary.

Then think about his behavior on the plane and the fact that he was not as panicked as other people after returning to the airport.

Even in the subsequent official investigation, the other party was never found.

Claire found this man mysterious.

A woman's sixth sense told her that maybe she could look for the other person.

Thinking of this, Claire opened her bag, took out the passenger information file that was splattered with a lot of Winter's blood, and quickly ran her fingers across each line.

Soon, in the row of seat 25C, her finger stopped and her eyes looked at the name "Robb".

I sit in 25B.

correct.

This man named Robb is the one he is looking for.

Claire's eyes lit up, she looked up and said quickly: "Art, let's go find someone."

……

Robb is working out hard.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the bedside table rang.

Before he could react, Madison, who was standing beside him, seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. She immediately pulled away, stretched out her slender white arm, and handed the phone to Robb, saying:

"Robb, your phone."

She desperately needed a break, and the call couldn't have come at a better time.

But how could Robb make her happy?

He stroked Madison's beautiful blonde hair and gave her a look that everyone understood.

Madison rolled her eyes.

The man in front of me eats his own food, drinks his own water, and sleeps his own sleep.

You have to give and say, and you have to comply with the other party's requirements in everything.

She is the only other landlord who has reached such a level.

"Sooner or later, snap!"

Madison waved his hand and made the same gesture as when he castrated the crocodile man.

Of course, having said that, she still squeezed her lips and rolled her eyes as she came to Robb.

Robb sighed in satisfaction and looked at his phone.

A strange phone call.

He answered without paying any attention.

Soon, a familiar female voice was heard on the line.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Robb? I'm Claire, the person who sat next to you on Flight 130..."

There was a glimmer of surprise in Robb's eyes.

I didn't expect it would be the other person.

Claire wanted to visit after she got promoted.

Robb thought about it and nodded in agreement.

"What's going on? Did you get into an emotional debt outside, and a woman came to collect the debt with a big belly?" Madison, who only heard the voice of a strange woman, raised her head and looked at Robb with her dark brown eyes full of teasing.

“Don’t be lazy.”

Robb saw through the situation and grabbed the back of Madison's head.

"Just keep shutting up."

……

Madison Mansion, Beverly Hills.

Art, who drove to the large house, asked Claire beside him in confusion: "A wealthy man? Claire, do you really think such a man can deal with the god of death?"

Claire took a deep breath and said, "No matter what, he is still on the death list. We have no other choice but to trust our sixth sense."

Art sighed, "A woman's sixth sense?"

"Yes." Claire said with a firm look and rang the doorbell outside the iron gate.

No one answered.

The door opens automatically.

Claire and Art looked at each other and walked in.

After crossing the wide lawn, the two came to the gate of the villa. When they were about to knock on the door, it opened automatically again.

A young woman wearing a silk nightgown, looking lazy yet noble, walked over and glanced at the two of them.

Noticing Claire's attractive figure and looks, Madison had an expression of "as expected" on her face.