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Eventually, the chainsaw stopped working.

The scarlet blood spread like flowers from heaven, filling the long-sealed wine cellar with bright colors.

Kenny, whose head was split in half, fell to the ground with a thud.

Then, an arm thicker than a thigh stretched out from the iron gate, grabbed Kenny's body, and pulled him into the iron gate with a sizzling sound.

Only a fresh bloody drag mark was left.

Chapter 114 The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Click!Click!

In the blood basin, fingers that were still warm were cut off one by one and fell into the basin, side by side with other fingers that had already been there.

The strange man, who looked like a gardener tending a garden, was nearly two meters tall and had a sturdy build, with layer upon layer of human leather sewn tightly into his flesh and blood. He looked at Kenny, who had died tragically, with satisfaction.

Then, like slaughtering a pig, he hung Kenny's body on an iron hook that dropped from the ceiling.

The sharp hook pierced Kenny's chest.

As more blood spurted out, Leatherface, bathing in it, happily grabbed the huge chainsaw, and as he pulled the handle again and again, the piercing buzzing sound rang out again.

Leatherface looked at Kenny's left hand, then his right hand, then his lower body.

It seemed as if he was wondering where to start best.

……

Something dark and terrifying is happening in the basement.

On the ground, accompanied by the sound of rap, Ryan was immersed in it, singing and dancing, shaking his head, and hitting the billiard ball, having a great time.

Heather, who came to the second floor, was immersed in the oil paintings of her family ancestors and various old photos, and paid no attention to what was happening below.

At the same time, several miles away.

Nikki, who had just finished a battle, lay on the bed in the bedroom with a satisfied look on her face. She raised her hand lazily and said, "Robb, do you have any paper? I need to wipe it."

A house that has not been occupied for a long time naturally has no such thing as toilet paper.

Robb looked around and realized that he and Nikki still had clothes to wear, so he took this.

He grabbed the newspaper he had read before and handed it to Nikki.

"It's quite clean. Let's use this one."

Nikki was not picky. After taking the newspaper, she tore out a piece and started wiping it. While she was free, she casually glanced at the contents of the newspaper and suddenly said in surprise:

"Huh? The Sawyer family? Isn't that Heather's real last name?"

"What's wrong?" Robb looked over in confusion.

Nikki continued to read the newspaper, and after a while she exclaimed:

"I didn't expect Heather to have such a bizarre family background. The Sawyer family members who are related to her by blood are all crazy murderers. They are keen on dismembering innocent people with chainsaws, and they turned their factories into horrible slaughterhouses. Many people died under the chainsaws."

"Fortunately, someone escaped and called the police. The locals who got the news eventually killed all the Sawyer family members in the name of tit-for-tat."

"Heather is the only Sawyer bloodline left. No wonder she has weird hobbies like painting with bones."

Nikki suddenly realized.

Robb, who was listening on the side, frowned.

"Sawyer... killer... chainsaw... slaughterhouse..."

He hadn't finished reading the contents of the newspaper before, but after hearing what Nikki said, he had a strong desire for it.

"Sawyer...Chainsaw..."

“Could this be the famous Texas Chainsaw Massacre?”

When Robb thought that he was in Texas now, a light bulb went off in his head and he suddenly realized this.

Of course he had heard about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, or Leatherface.

But he had never seen what it looked like specifically.

All I know is that there is this guy who is very good at using a chainsaw.

Although I don't know how things will develop, if Heather, the only descendant of the Sawyer family, comes to inherit the estate, according to her usual character, obviously nothing good will happen.

Robb's eyes narrowed, and he quickly picked up his phone and called Heather.

Nikki, who was watching from the side, asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Heather and the others are in danger," Robb said quickly.

"Is there danger? Robb, how did you know?" Nikki was shocked at first, then half-believing and half-doubting.

This was still due to the impression that Robb had always given him, that he was calm and serious.

Seeing that Robb was ignoring everything else and was only concentrating on the phone call, although she was a little hesitant, she quickly reminded him:

"There's no signal at Heather's house. We tried to call her before, but it didn't work."

It is exactly as Nikki said.

Listening to the artificial voice coming from the phone, Robb, who now had no choice but to go there in person, quickly put on his clothes.

"I'll go with you." Seeing this, Nikki quickly stood up and put on her clothes.

"It's dangerous." Robb warned.

Nikki insisted.

Robb did not try to stop him.

They were all adults with their own will and ideas, so he didn't waste any more time trying to persuade them.

Rob had no means of transportation because he had lent his Chevrolet to Heather.

Fortunately, there are tools that can be borrowed.

Robb quickly found a familiar bicycle, and with a tug of his hands, he easily broke the lock. He patted the back seat and said to Nikki:

"Sit on!"

"Just sit here? What I mean is, if time is tight, shouldn't we take a taxi?" Nikki said in surprise as she got in.

then……

A minute passed.

Nikki closed her eyes and held Robb's waist tightly with both hands.

She wanted to take back everything she had just said without missing a word.

The bike Rob was riding was really fast!

"Ah~~~~Slow down! Robb! Slow down..."

At this moment, Nikki's scream was particularly loud.

……

Bang!

Another ball went into the hole.

Ryan, who was very proud of his shot, stood up triumphantly. After some observation, when he was about to take another shot, he suddenly felt hungry.

He glanced at the empty bottle of wine beside him, frowned slightly, and shouted towards the kitchen:

"Kenny! Is dinner ready? I'm starving."

Kenny didn't respond.

Ryan thought the volume of his music was too loud, so he turned it off and called out to Kenny again, but he still didn't respond.

"Kenny?"

"Kenny!!"

"Damn it! You're not going to drop what you're doing and go masturbate by yourself, are you?"

"I swear! If you don't have dinner ready, I'm going to kick you in the balls."

Ryan put down his club and yelled as he walked towards the kitchen.

Soon, Ryan came to the kitchen and exclaimed "Fuck" when he saw the vegetables that had not been cut yet.

It was exactly as he guessed.

He glanced at the door that was pushed open on the wall.

Thinking Kenny had gone there, he walked right in.

"You're hiding pretty far away."

Inside, looking at the downward passage, Ryan sighed and continued to go deeper without thinking too much.

"Don't let me catch you, Kenny. Otherwise I'll make you feel my bear... Shit!"

Suddenly, Ryan changed the subject and screamed in horror.

"Oh my god! What the hell is going on here?!"

When we arrived at the underground wine cellar, the first thing we saw was blood spilled everywhere, and a long bloodstain on the ground that led to another iron door.

Ryan's body suddenly trembled.

Chapter 115 Night Chase

"Kenny?"

Ryan shouted tremblingly into the iron gate.

no respond.

Looking at the depth of the iron gate opposite him that swallowed everything like a black hole, he thought for a moment and decided not to go in, so he quickly turned around and ran upwards as fast as he could.

He wants to escape from here! He wants to call the police!

puff!

He had only taken two steps when a sharp iron hook suddenly pierced his chest from behind.

Ryan stared blankly at the hook protruding from his chest.

"Do not!!!"

With blood gushing out of his chest, he desperately tried to continue climbing up.

Useless.

Like dragging a pig, with the iron chain vibrating, no matter how hard Ryan struggled, he was still uncontrollably pushed back, all the way to the depths of the iron gate.

……

The second floor.

Heather seemed to hear some noise downstairs, so she stopped and listened carefully, but there was nothing.

She just shook her head, thinking that Ryan and Kenny were just having a fight, and pushed open another door without paying any attention.

The area is very large, this should be the master bedroom.

Heather picked up an antique-looking perfume bottle on the table and sniffed the perfume that was still inside.

It smells really good, but I don't know what brand it is.

She put down the perfume, walked to the wardrobe next to her, opened it, looked at the beautiful dresses inside, and smiled slightly.

My grandmother must have been a person who lived a refined life.

Thinking this, Heather closed the closet.

Suddenly, she was startled.