Chapter 1232 Blood Moon

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Chen Qing and Cheng Taixi continued to watch TV and chat about things in Hong Kong for a while. After about half an hour, someone sent copies of movies, including the newly released "The Conjuring 3" and the still popular "Ghost Story" .

In the dead of night, the two women were inevitably a little apprehensive watching a horror movie. Chen Qing simply called Lily Falwell and other waitresses who had not slept yet. Everyone prepared various snacks and drinks and came to the private screening room in the villa together.

Cheng Taixi was more interested in the phenomenon-level "Ghost Story", Chen Qing chose "The Conjuring 3" directly, and asked everyone if they had any comments.

of course not.

So happy to make a decision.

One of the waitresses took the copy and went to the next room to install it. When she came back, she turned off the lights, grabbed a bucket of potato chips and sat down with everyone. past.

In the deliberately rendered indifferent tone, the opening chapter is a dilapidated small clinic.

This can be seen from the layout of the room and some text signs, the nameplate on the desk reads 'Dr. Mark Coles'.

The bizarre drifting footage wandered with the cold wind blowing in from the window at night, and finally settled on the door of a room in the small clinic. Then, the door was pulled open with a bang, and the girls in the screening hall thought there would be a monster. The ghost came out and was startled.

The famous Hollywood villain Michael Madsen plays a tall, fat middle-aged man who looks more like a butcher than a doctor and walks out of the room with a mask off, followed by a pale young woman covering her belly.

Skillfully went to the pharmacy kitchen to collect some pills and wrapped them up. Dr. Coles looked at the woman who was sitting on the bench weakly, and said in a soothing tone, "It's just like the abortion, go back and rest for a few days, eat some Good things supplement nutrition, and you will be fine soon.”

The woman just covered her stomach and didn't speak.

Dr. Coles stopped talking, wrapped a bag of pills, walked over to the woman and threw it on her lap, rubbed his hands and said, "Thank you for your patronage, five hundred dollars."

The woman pressed the paper bag on her lap, then took the shoulder bag slowly, took out a handful of change, counted it, and handed it over pitifully: "I only have more than three hundred."

As soon as Dr. Coles took it, he counted it and stuffed it into his pocket, then took out a card from the business card box on the desk and handed it over: "Well, who made me so kind, if other people around you are in need , remember to advertise for me, open 24 hours."

The woman took the business card, nodded mechanically, grabbed the paper package containing the pills, got up tremblingly and walked out, and was immediately stopped.

The woman turns back.

Dr. Coles pointed to the room just now: "Do you want to take that little thing with you?"

The woman was startled and shook her head quickly: "No, I don't want it."

Dr. Coles didn't force it. He laughed and said, "Do you regret it? There's no need for this. A girl as young as you can have as many children as you want in the future."

The woman agreed with a guilty conscience and smiled, and left in a hurry without stopping.

Camera switch.

In the woods next to the clinic, under the sparse and lonely moonlight, Dr. Coles quickly threw a hole on the ground with a shovel, kicked a garbage bag with something at his feet into it, buried it, returned to the clinic, and washed his hands. , changed clothes, turned off the lights, then drove his own pickup, left the clinic on the edge of town, and returned home.

The wandering camera watched the pickup go away and returned to the doctor's digging pit.

The icy moonlight was suddenly covered by clouds, and amidst the whimpering wind, suddenly, a small hand that seemed to be in essence protruded from the soil, and then quickly crawled out of the body of a baby that was not fully developed and somewhat mutilated.

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Although it is easy to tell that this is just an insubstantial spirit body, so the degree of terror is slightly weakened, but the strange and incomplete appearance still makes people feel creepy.

It's just this terrifying scene that made the waitresses in the private screening hall close their eyes and exhale softly.

Chen Qing hugged Cheng Taixi, who was leaning over subconsciously, and also felt hairy, but she was more courageous and continued to look at the big screen.

The ghost baby climbed out of the ground, stood up staggeringly, looked around and looked around, while calling softly and childishly: "Mom, where are you, mom, why did you abandon the baby, mom, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

As the tender call turned into a whimper, the voice became more and more shrill and sad, and gradually filled with malice. The ghost baby spirit body that was barely able to see gradually became hideous. Not only that, but around the crying ghost baby, there were More baby spirits crawled out of the ground.

In front of a house in a small town.

The sloppy man who had returned from the drunk banged on the door, heard the mournful whimper of the ghost baby, looked around suspiciously, and found nothing, so he raised his head.

The camera starts to move up.

The moon hidden in the clouds, I don't know when it will appear again, but the moon that should be like a jade plate has turned blood red.

The blood-red moonlight fell back to the ground.

In the picture, not only more and more ghost babies began to appear in the woods next to the Coles Clinic, but around the town, it seemed to feel some kind of summoning. The female ghost of the skirt climbed out slowly; on the towering trees at the end of the street, the tongue stretched the bumpy men to grab the man in the air, oh oh ah ah a word fell on a branches and twisted; In the middle of the road that crosses the town, a head is completely

The old man, who was twisted ninety degrees, tried to get his head straight, and complained about driving so fast, his head was smashed; somewhere in the bathroom of a house, in the vanity mirror with cracks, his face was full of dark lines. The ghosts with red eyes of unknown men and women propped up on both sides of the frame and slowly pulled out their bodies from the mirror...

After switching a few close-ups in a row, the camera zoomed out again, and in the mist that began to rise in the town, accompanied by the screams of various ghosts, the lights in the residents' homes came on one after another, followed by a woman's piercing 'Ghosts'. ——' screams, the picture freezes, showing the title of the film: "The Conjuring 3: Blood Moon".

After the wedges and the title, a transitional title and creative subtitles of the Warrens' Paranormal Museum screen began to appear.

In the private screening room in the villa.

The friends are all stunned, even if the "Conjuring" series has been uncharacteristically Hollywood from the beginning, it tends to scare the audience from the beginning to the end, instead of the usual plot mode where ghosts appear until the end, but, this The sequel, from the beginning of the wedge, directly enlarges the move, does not let people buffer at all, it is even more unruly.

Moreover, whether it is a deformed and mutilated ghost baby, a drowning woman with a pale face, or a red-eyed monster crawling out of the mirror, they are all the most terrifying forms that can be given in a horror movie, and any one is enough to make people sweat. Handstand heart tightened, and even closed his eyes subconsciously.

This time, a bunch of them came at once.

In the slightly soothing opening music, everyone came back to their senses, and Lily Falwell, who was sitting in the back row, carefully stepped forward, gently pulled on Chen Qing's collar, and turned around suddenly in the face of Chen Qing, who was also terrified. Falwell was taken aback again.

Chen Qing almost cursed.

When watching a horror movie, you sneak up on people's necks and do things.

Lily Falwell also reacted, a little wronged, and whispered: "Miss Chen, if I go back to sleep, I will have nightmares if I watch it any longer."

Originally, if Lily hadn't pulled Chen Qing's collar, things would be easy to say.

Now, Chen Qing, who has been jumped both inside and outside the movie, is not so good at speaking, and immediately refused: "Don't go," while saying that, she glanced at the other girls who clearly wanted to leave against the bright screen: "None of them are allowed to go. , watch it with me." Seeing everyone's faces slumped, and all of them are beautiful, Chen Qing's heart rose again: "When we sleep together, we won't be afraid."

When Chen Qing spoke, everyone could only dispel the idea of ​​leaving the stage early.

However, another waitress, Christy Latham, suggested again: "How about, Miss Chen, shall we turn on the lights?"

Seeing that the girls around him looked like little quails, Chen Qing became a little more courageous, hugged Cheng Taixi next to him, and refused again: "Turn on the lights to watch a movie, it's so boring, okay, close it all. Mouth, start."

In the light reflected on the screen, you look at me, I look at you, you can only give up.

Then they didn't dare to look at each other any more.

In this dim light, coupled with the hint of the film, the faces of the people around him seem to be pale, not like living things.

The film begins.

Ed Warren is wearing an odd pair of flat glasses, picking coins at a convenience store down the street.

It happened that there was no business, and the obese black female shopkeeper with a genial face reached out and took the initiative to pick out one, and said, "This, this is good, very new."

Ed Warren smiled and shook his head: "The new one is not good, the old one is what you want. The older the better."

"Hey, I know there are people who like to collect coins, but these general-purpose federal steel pegs don't seem to have collectible value?"

Ed Warren hesitated a little, then explained with a smile, "I'm not collecting it." Then he picked up one, held it in his hand admiringly for a moment, and put it aside by himself, and then it was a little lost. He explained to the female shopkeeper: "Some coins, which have been used many times, will have a magical power of will, which can restrain darkness and bring good luck."

The black female shopkeeper heard what Ed said was serious, but she didn't believe it very much. She said, "I heard that the bank will regularly take back and destroy the discarded coins. You should go there. It must be the oldest."

Ed shook his head and said, "It's not easy to gather strength, it must be a person's good thoughts, and it will also be washed away by evil thoughts. Moreover, it naturally dissipates quickly, and those discarded coins can't save too many."

The black female shopkeeper understood: "Oh, then I understand, paper money definitely can't store the willpower you want, only coins."

"Ma'am, you are very smart."

The black female shopkeeper was even more curious: "Then can you tell me what are you going to do with these... coins with willpower?"

"Ghost hunter," Ed added with a harmless smile, "I'm a psychic investigator."

The black female shopkeeper obviously resisted and did not roll her eyes.

Ed finished the selection quickly, carefully removed the special glasses on his face, took out his wallet and prepared to pay the female shopkeeper double the price as agreed.

The black female shopkeeper also saw the doorway, glanced at the few coins, and pointed to the glasses with determination: "Can I wear them? If it's interesting, these coins will be given to you for free."

Ed hesitated a little, but nodded, and said, "You can take a look, but I will still pay you the money as agreed."

Of course it's the best.

The black female shopkeeper reached out and picked up her glasses, put them on, and looked at the coins that Ed had picked out, suddenly showing a surprised expression. In the field of vision of the glasses, compared to the others, the coins that were picked out all exuded a warm white light.

Carefully taking off the glasses and returning them to Ed, the black female shopkeeper's expression became a little more awe-inspiring: "Sir, is this actually true?"

Ed handed a few banknotes to the female shopkeeper, nodded and said, "Of course."

The black man took the banknotes and looked at the coins with obvious reluctance.

Ed put away the coins and said with a smile: "These are useless to you, you are very clean here, and these coins must be used as soon as possible, leaving the circulation among the people, the willpower on the coins will still dissipate quickly. "

The black female shopkeeper nodded and immediately added: "If you say that, I will be able to sleep well in the future. To be honest, I live upstairs and I can always hear strange noises at night."

"Most likely it's a mouse," Ed said. "You can find a rat catcher."

"I think so now, those nasty little things." The black female shopkeeper smiled and showed her white teeth, and she became curious about the pair of glasses again: "Sir, are there any magic in your glasses?"

"It's actually very simple, it's painted with the purest newborn baby tears, and..." Ed stopped here and smiled: "I won't tell you, because these glasses can not only distinguish coins, but also see you. Things you don't want to see, it's not good for you. There are things you can't see, and both parties can be at peace."

The black female shopkeeper nodded in persuasion: "Sir, you are very right."

While chatting, two middle-aged men in black suits entered the door together. They saw Ed and walked over quickly. One of them showed him his FBI ID: "Is that Mr. Warren?"

Ed nodded calmly.

The man in the suit who asked the question confirmed Ed's identity and made an eager gesture of invitation: "Mr. Warren, we need your help with something very important."

Ed nodded to the black female shopkeeper who was a little surprised but quickly stunned, and walked out with the two of them, saying, "I need to do something nearby first, and they are also in a hurry."

The two FBI agents could roughly guess what Ed was going to do, and there was no objection. One of them said, "Just right, Mr. Warren, can we watch your abilities first?"

"Of course." Ed nodded, half-jokingly: "I thought your fbi would treat our psychic investigators as liars."

Both were embarrassed, and one of them said honestly, "If it was a week ago, Mr. Warren, I would have thought you were a liar."

The three of them came to the side of the road, and Ed was about to open his car door. Hearing what the two said, he paused and frowned slightly: "In a week, it was you who came to me, the two of you, I just hope No one has been killed yet."

Hearing the words, the two detectives had expressions of fear and weakness, and one of them shook his head: "Mr. Ed, I'm sorry."

Ed didn't talk nonsense anymore, opened the car door, and pointed to the co-pilot: "Let's take a car, who of you can tell me the general situation of the matter?"