Chapter 246

Madison: "..."

At this moment, she didn't know whether to laugh or be sad.

Fortunately, Robb didn't make things difficult for her.

He looked straight and said, "There was an accident."

Robb briefly explained why.

Madison was surprised: "What should we do now? Do we need to call Cordelia for help?"

Madison learned from Robb very early on that he should seek help from the Supreme Witch if something goes wrong.

Robb shook his head this time.

Unlike before, there is not much difference between him and Cordelia in terms of strength now.

When she couldn't eradicate the curse of death, there was not much Cordelia could do when she came.

The Supreme Witch is not omnipotent.

Just like Queenie's soul is trapped in the Cortez Hotel in the future, Cordelia can't get it out no matter what she does.

The only thing Robb can rely on now is himself.

Fortunately, although the curse of death was troublesome, it was not very dangerous to him, which gave him time to think of a solution to the problem.

"Where to go now?" Madison asked at this time.

Robb thought for a moment: "Go to my place first."

Madison nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and with the roar of the engine, the red sports car sped towards the murder house like a phantom.

Half an hour later.

Robb returns to the murder house again.

"Mr. Robb, why are you back?" Moira stepped forward to greet him unexpectedly.

Robb was about to say something.

Sudden!

He focused his eyes and looked at this familiar house with a serious face.

At this moment, this house actually gave him a strange feeling.

It's like a veil has been lifted, revealing the true horror side.

Robb keenly sensed that behind this house, or rather behind this house, the true darkness of hell was becoming more active than ever.

A pair of very familiar eyes, filled with the aura of death, were staring at him closer than ever.

"grim Reaper"!

Compared to seeing flowers in the fog at the airport, it is much clearer now.

Robb could predict that if he continued to stay in the Murder House, the attacks from the God of Death would become more frequent and even more lethal.

"Is it really related to hell?"

Robb nodded to Moira and thought while retreating.

As a window into the human world, the power of hell is even more apparent in Murder House.

Robb remained in the murder house without a clue.

He was back in the sports car again.

"Where to go now?" Madison asked bluntly.

"Go to your house." Robb looked at Madison.

Finally, he sincerely suggested:

"Madison, be prepared to lose money and avoid disaster."

Chapter 345 Chapter 345 Died one by one

Madison's residence is located in a 10,000-square-foot mansion in Beverly Hills, where Hollywood stars gather.

Of course, she didn't buy this mansion.

With her current rate of making money, she still can't spend tens of millions of dollars to buy such a mansion.

Madison is just renting it now to show off her status as a big star, and by the way, she can get to know many neighbors in the same circle in Beverly Hills so that she can introduce them to anorectal examinations.

But with the speed at which Hollywood stars make money, this house will truly belong to her in a few years.

This is the reason why both the East and the West, both men and women, have sharpened their heads and are willing to sell their butts and bodies to get into the circle of film and television stars.

The money came in too quickly.

Madison brought Robb to his home, and after asking the butler to prepare the meal, he waved to give him a long vacation.

To avoid causing unnecessary trouble, she and Robb were alone in the house for a while.

"Now how to do?"

Madison took out a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, filled two wine glasses, then waved his hand, and one wine glass flew towards Robb.

Robb took the wine glass, took a sip and said, "Let's think of a solution while seeing the tricks. If it doesn't work, just hide outside."

"Outside?" Madison asked confused.

"A place of indescribable harmony."

The King of Hell still has his own one-third of an acre of land.

Robb didn't believe it anymore. If he ran to the end of the world, Death would still follow him.

Ding ding.

At this time, the news push sound from the mobile phone suddenly sounded.

Robb opened it and said immediately: "Madison, turn on the TV."

Madison did so.

Soon, local emergency news in Los Angeles appeared on the huge screen.

Judging from the background, it was the Los Angeles Airport that I had left before.

"This is KCBS TV station. At 10:30 this morning, a flight 130 bound for New Orleans exploded in the air for no reason..."

On the TV, right at the scene, the beautiful female anchor held a microphone and reported, while the scene of the plane exploding appeared on the other end of the screen.

"It is very surprising that no passengers died in this plane explosion. Just because a passenger suddenly shouted 'the plane will explode' before the plane started, causing all passengers to get off the plane... Is this a coincidence or not? That passenger really has some unknown ability, and our station will continue to track it..."

The female host explained the entire incident fluently.

Just when she was about to finish, new news suddenly came from the headset. Her expression changed slightly, and she quickly said to the camera:

"Insert the latest news. One of the people on Flight 130, whom we call the lucky passenger, died suddenly just now. According to the on-site investigation, there was no homicide or suicide. According to eyewitnesses, his death was just an accident and coincidence... …”

"Starting again so soon."

Robb murmured.

I had just successfully solved one crisis, but I didn't expect the second one to come so soon.

I can't wait.

Death's killing order has always followed a certain pattern.

Or the order of death in the original timeline, or the seat number, etc.

Now, the order has begun to be deferred.

…

Los Angeles International Airport.

Robb's former neighbors, Carlisle and Eric, underwent double interrogation by the police and the FBI, and learned that a passenger who was lucky enough to escape slipped and fell on his neck due to water leaking from the toilet while going to the toilet. After hitting the edge of the toilet and breaking his bones with a "click", the two walked out of the airport with complicated expressions.

Eric took the lead to calm down and said with a forced smile: "That guy is really unlucky, isn't he?"

Carlisle stretched out his hands to tighten his windbreaker and nodded slowly.

Unlucky indeed.

He obviously escaped a rare plane crash in his life, but he died unexpectedly while going to the toilet.

No matter how you think about it, it’s not worth it.

After gathering himself, Eric pointed to a bus outside and said, "Would you like to take the bus? The airport specially sent a bus to take us back."

Except for some people who have relatives and friends who will pick them up, some lucky passengers of Flight 130 have already boarded the return bus.

After experiencing a passing plane explosion, no one wants to get on another plane in a short time.

Claire glanced at the bus and noticed from the corner of her eye that the young man who originally shouted that the plane would explode was being picked up by his parents.

She shook her head and said, "No, my sister will pick me up soon."

"Okay." Eric nodded.

He wanted to say goodbye to Claire when no one came to pick him up.

But seeing how the other party was alone in the cold wind, he hesitated and decided to stay for a while.

The bus not far away did not wait long and had already left.

Claire and Eric chatted away.

Boom!

A violent explosion suddenly sounded not far away.

Under the flames that reached the sky, a thick black smoke quickly rose.

Claire and Eric stared blankly.

Judging from its location, it happened to be in the direction of the departure of the bus carrying passengers of Flight 130.

"It's not that coincidental." Eric's heart trembled, and he said to Claire with a bad expression.

Claire's palms grasped the clothes very hard.

For some reason, she felt an extremely cold and suffocating feeling at this moment.

Eric couldn't sit still.

"I gonna go see."

After he finished speaking to Claire, he got up and walked across the street towards the place where the incident occurred.

Toot~~

A high-speed truck was coming at speed.

Bang!

Eric disappeared from Claire's sight for an instant.

A few drops of hot blood fell on her face.

Claire stretched out her hand, subconsciously touched her face, and took another look.

A scream of terror finally came from her mouth.

Accompanied by this, there is also music circulating in the store nearby.

"There is someone walking behind you,

turn around, look at me.

There is someone, watching your footsteps,

turn around, look at me.

…”

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