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When Amber returned to the hotel again, the Dean brothers and Mike were eating.

The two sides seemed to have resolved their previous misunderstanding and were talking and laughing at the moment, but if you listened for a while, you could tell that it was Mike who was talking and the other two were listening.

"At that time, An and I faced more than ten policemen with guns. We rushed out with a car and a pistol and killed several of them."

Mike said with spit flying all over his body, "You don't know, a bullet flew past my ear at that time, and the smell of gunpowder almost suffocated me! But I didn't even blink, and I almost stepped on the accelerator. Those policemen had to eat our exhaust!"

"If you don't blink, you'll cry."

Sam said after thinking about it.

Mike, who was talking incessantly, paused. Just as he was about to remind the other party what the key point was, Amber's knock on the door attracted the three people who were talking.

Dean, who had heard enough, came over and opened the door immediately. When he saw Amber's expressionless face outside the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Has it been resolved?"

"Um."

Amber nodded and raised her right hand: "Take this and ask whatever you want to ask."

Dean took the gloves subconsciously. Having dealt with evil spirits and ghosts for a long time, he has developed a keen sense for such items.

As soon as I got it in my hand, my body shivered subconsciously, and countless wails and screams seemed to ring in my ears.

"Thanks!"

"You are welcome."

Amber said casually and looked at Mike, who was a little evasive.

However, before he could speak, the latter said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh! My brother, you are finally back. I was really worried about you."

"Yeah?"

Amber smiled slightly, "Are your eyes dry?"

"Ahem, we were just chatting, you know, chatting."

Mike scratched his head in embarrassment.

Amber ignored him and said, "I'm going back to my room to rest. Come and call me when they're done."

"OK!"

Mike breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his head and chest, "Go ahead, sir!"

He waited until Amber went to the next room before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"This glove looks really ugly. Its owner must have a very strange aesthetic taste."

Mike said sarcastically.

Just as Dean was about to give a warning, the steel claw glove, which had been motionless, began to tremble, then flew into the air and grabbed Mike's butt hard.

“Ah! Ouch!!”

Mike, who had no time to react, suddenly clamped his legs together and almost jumped up.

Sam, who had just walked over, saw this scene and returned to the sofa silently.

Dean, standing by, looked at the finger that had disappeared from the glove and took a few steps back in disgust.

Will you wear it next?

It's a bit disgusting.

A few hours later, Amber was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Is that Mike?"

"Yes, it's me, Ann, we should go."

Mike's voice sounded a little weird.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's okay, just a little hurt."

When Amber heard this, she got up and opened the door, and saw Dean and Sam supporting Mike with very strange expressions on their faces.

"What's wrong? Did you sprain your ankle?"

"Yes, that's right, I just sprained my ankle."

Mike nodded. "I've had enough of this crappy place. Let's get going."

"Are you done asking questions?"

Amber looked at the two brothers next to her.

"Yes, I have asked, but I didn't get any useful information."

Dean handed over the steel claw gloves.

"Um?"

Amber couldn't help but feel a little strange when she saw how cautious he was.

"Where are you going next?"

"We don't know yet, but we will continue to look for our father."

Dean replied: "Don't worry, if we find anything strange, we will inform you as soon as possible."

"Then it's a pleasure to work with you."

Amber smiled.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

A few days later, in a small town outside of Los Angeles.

"Man, this playground looks really old, maybe we can choose somewhere else."

Mike, wearing a hard hat, stood outside the rusty fence gate and said, "If we build a horror house here, there will definitely be no customers."

“You’re only scratching the surface.”

Amber was very confident and directly denied the other party's statement: "The reason why this place became deserted is because a terrible thing happened here, which made it impossible to operate normally."

"Wouldn't that mean there would be even less people?"

Mike asked puzzledly: "I know you can solve it, but will it work? Those timid guys will never come."

“But it’s cheap rent isn’t it?”

Amber shrugged. "Everything is difficult at the beginning. Once you become famous, things will get better slowly."

"Well, you're the boss, you have the final say."

Mike stopped complaining, adjusted his helmet, put his right hand on the fence gate, and flipped over.

"There's too much work in there. Maybe we should invite some people over and take the money from my share, how about that?"

"Don't worry, I'll let Jason and Freddy help you."

Amber shouted from outside the door: "You know, I don't have any more money."

"Okay, okay."

Mike sighed resignedly, then strode towards the east side of the amusement park.

It used to be a horror exhibition hall, but because the models were too crude and the staff's professionalism was not very high, it closed down after only a few days of operation.

In the entire amusement park, it was the only project that closed down on its own.

All Mike had to do was clean out the things inside and then clean up.

As for anything else, since Amber didn't give any instructions, he naturally wouldn't say anything.

"I must have been crazy to come along for free, this place is not cool, no hot chicks, no whiskey, no leaves, oh, this fucking hell!"

Complaining non-stop, Mike pushed open the rusty door.

Bang!

Before he could enter, the iron door was slammed back heavily, almost breaking his nose.

"Oh! Shit! Shit!"

Mike's anger made him forget his fear. He immediately put one hand against the door and went straight in.

"Oh Saury, I was a little too loud just now."

Standing in front of the two-meter-tall Jason, he looked like a little black bean, and the anger in his heart disappeared instantly.

Jason: 0.0

"We should get to work."

Mike smiled awkwardly, "Otherwise Ann will be angry."

Hearing this, Jason stopped standing and walked towards the entrance of the horror house.

Passing through the narrow passage at the beginning, the dusty reception room and the dim light make this place full of a weird atmosphere.

Gulp~

Mike swallowed hard and suddenly felt a little regretful.

But before he could retreat, he was blocked by a moving wall.

Bang!

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