I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

fifteen years ago.

Boer, who was wearing a raincoat, ran quickly in the rainstorm. The beer he bought with great difficulty was held tightly in his arms.

Because his father, Edward, had said that if a drop fell on the beer, he would be locked up with his brother.

Pohl didn't want to be with his brother, because his brother was not human at all.

He is just a puppet without emotion, body temperature, or even breathing.

Pohl didn't understand why his father had to say that the puppet was his brother, and he didn't want to take the puppet as his brother. But under the threat of his father's belt, he still obediently acquiesced and dared not refute.

A low two-story building appeared in front of Boer. Boer tightened the brim of his raincoat, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened the door and walked in.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and it was pitch-black. Only by the lightning flashing outside the window could I barely see the furnishings of the room.

But Bohr wasn't surprised at all. Father didn't like lights, and the curtains were closed even during the day. In the dark, he skillfully took off his raincoat and hung it on the hanger next to him.

"Dad, I bought some beer."

Pohl was carrying the tightly tied plastic bag that contained the pack of beer cans.

The TV in the living room was still on, and a horror movie was playing on the screen. A rotting corpse was struggling to get out from the bottom, making a scalp-numbing roar...

Anyway, Bohr is only a child of seven or eight years old. In the dim room, listening to the piercing roar, he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Trembling, he walked to the sofa with his back facing him, Boer carefully put the beer on the coffee table, leaned his head over and said softly, "Dad, beer..."

Bohr's expression suddenly froze, and a moment later, he let out a scream, and hurriedly backed away like an electric shock.

A melting wax figure slowly stood up from the sofa. The wax oil was like beads of sweat, tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-off-body-and-fall-to-the-ground, solidified into pieces of grease.

Bohr was almost dumbfounded by the fright, he just curled up in the corner, staring blankly at the slowly approaching wax figure.

"Another poor kid? This guy, Edward, just likes to play house games."

The wax figure laughed disdainfully.

"No way, a long life always needs some spices."

In the shadows, a middle-aged man slowly appeared with his hands behind his back.

"dad!"

Bohr hurriedly ran towards the middle-aged man, but was kicked by him.

"Useless things, go away!"

"Hey, your temper is still as bad as ever." The wax figure smiled sinisterly, "Without a perfect skin, you can't talk about a long life, right?"

"It's not because of you bastard that Jamie can't use it at all."

"For each other, Jamie should have been mine...and Mary's!"

"Mary Xiao? I've finished repairing it, and it's still so beautiful and charming. Do you want to see her?"

The wax figure roared and rushed towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man showed his hands behind his back, and it wasn't until then that Boer saw that his father was actually holding two sharp knives in his hands.

"escape!"

Seeing his father wrestling with the wax figure, the only thought in Boer's mind at this moment was to run quickly.

He stumbled up and ran upstairs subconsciously. After pushing open a door and tightly locking the door, Boer realized that he had actually run into his brother's room.

The exquisite puppet lying on the bed exudes a glistening white light for some reason. Trembling, Pohl stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the quilt, ready to cover the doll.

But the moment his hand accidentally touched the puppet, he didn't remember anything.

***

"So whoever ran into the room,

It's my soul," the translucent little boy murmured, "and I was killed by my father when I was downstairs. "

"To him, you are just a toy for killing time in his spare time."

A translucent old woman in a long black dress quietly appeared next to the little boy, reached out and touched his head, and sighed silently:

"Thanks to your leaning over, Jamie left this town. Otherwise, they might have succeeded fifteen years ago."

The old woman walked forward slowly, and Jamie, who fell on the ground, began to emit a gleaming white glow. Moments later, the old woman merged with Jamie.

Jamie opened his eyes, the pupils of which had turned gray. He stood up slowly, looked at John who had been stunned, and suddenly raised an index finger to his mouth: "Remember, don't scream!"

"what……"

Jamie suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, the terrifying screams gathered into black waves, centered on himself, and spread to the surroundings.

John was caught off guard and was directly photographed in the tomb by the sound. Fortunately, the viscous liquid below has been almost scooped up by him, otherwise he would have to drown him.

But even so, John could only hold his head, unable to struggle in the mud.

In his mind, the image of his wife being engulfed in flames and tragic death kept flashing.

The pain of losing his wife pierced John's heart. If it wasn't for strong willpower, John could still barely remember the last words Jamie said to himself, clenching his teeth tightly, otherwise he would have opened his mouth and screamed Woke up.

Although John could hold on, the others were not so strong.

All the mummy puppets couldn't help screaming up to the sky the moment they touched the black volume. Immediately, the tongues of these puppets flew out of their mouths out of thin air, and then they turned into powder and scattered away.

"No, Mary... I didn't mean to, I always wanted to go back to Ambrose with you... Please, I can't die... can't..."

The farmer covered his head and rolled on the ground desperately. After holding on for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it and opened his mouth to scream.

With a muffled sound of "bang", the farmer turned into countless translucent fragments and scattered all over the ground.

"Banshee howling?"

Ella gritted her teeth and stood there, wave after wave of black voices passed her body, making her body tremble uncontrollably, but she never opened her mouth to scream.

"Mary Xiao, this trick of yours is useless to me, don't forget, my current body is actually your own."

Ella gritted her teeth and walked slowly towards Jamie.

"Thanks to Gerald for lifting the restrictions on him staying in Jamie's body, and thanks to you for blowing him away. Now this perfect body will belong to me. Don't worry, Mary Shaw, I will keep your body well , after all, you look really good, wow ha ha ha..."

Ella's laughter cut off abruptly as she saw an incredible sight.

Xie Lun was walking over nonchalantly, carrying the shovel.

"You... how is it possible?" Ella's eyes widened. "It's just a mere mortal, how could it be possible to resist the scream of the banshee?"

"What banshee is wailing, isn't it just noise?" Xie Lun impatiently picked out his ears, "Apart from making my headache worse, there seems to be no other adverse reactions."

As he said that, Xie Lun knocked Ella to the ground with a shovel, then took the shovel, and thrust it hard into her mouth.

"No, it's not fair...not fair..."

Under Ella's horrified eyes, Sheron smashed her teeth like prying a walnut, pried open her mouth, then reached out and grabbed the tongue inside, and pulled it out.