Chapter 660: Chapter 404 Bride (Finale)_2 Chapter 660: Chapter 404 Bride (Finale)_2 Upon reaching the turning corner to the third floor staircase, Yan Junze first released his own “Shadow,” letting it stand right at the inevitable path at the corner, in this way, it could also block the Reaper for a mont, and, incidentally, warn him in advance.
Then, he took the Gute Gorgeous Oil Lamp from this spot and headed to the third floor.
After arriving at the third floor, Yan Junze imdiately lit the oil lamp, still placing it at the top of the staircase, to attract other strangenesses to swarm to this place.
The magnetic field here was already extrely chaotic; the flashlight couldn’t be turned on. Relying on his previous mories, he didn’t use his lighter either, simply holding the Black Spirit Umbrella as he walked to the end of the corridor.
The purpose of holding the Black Spirit Umbrella was to guard against strangenesses in the chaotic magnetic field that might suddenly attack him in a frenzy, so it was still best to be cautious.
After all, the strangenesses on the third floor were clearly much stronger.
Now it seed that the three barriers he’d laid out on his way up, although they weren’t much of a problem for Reaper Morrison, at least could win so ti for Yan Junze.
He hadn’t delayed on the way and upon reaching the end of the corridor, stopped only when his toes touched the upright coffin.
Temporarily storing the Black Spirit Umbrella in the Atlas, with the doll placed at his feet, Yan Junze stood up, quickly felt the edge of the coffin lid, and gently lifted it.
Having had the experience before, he held his breath the mont he lifted the lid, and thus, didn’t let the odd sll tickle his nose.
His left hand took out the lighter from his pocket, turned it on, and the small fla that sprang out lit the surrounding area, dim but clear enough to see.
Inside the coffin, Corpse Bride Quintina Scott lay with her eyes closed, her hands crossed over her chest, her muscles dry and shrunken due to the loss of moisture.
Only then did Yan Junze notice that in her crossed hands, the one placed inside, her right palm, was clutching the rusted boning knife.
“Respected Ms. Scott,” Yan Junze spoke softly, his tone both respectful and natural, much better than the first ti.
“My na is Yan Junze, from Great Capital Huaying. I think, I can help you find the swindler, Joseph Peterson, who cheated you of your feelings and money.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Quintina in the coffin slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyelids hadn’t moved for a long ti, and even as they opened, there was a film of residue on the surface, which only began to dry after a short while.
“Madn, you are all madn!” Quintina’s lips parted slightly, but the voice that ca out wasn’t her own.
Yan Junze knew that this voice, strictly speaking, wasn’t Quintina herself, but belonged to the mory of one of the strangenesses fused with her.
“Excuse , Ms. Scott, are you there?” Yan Junze interrupted the chance for those ssy mories to erge, “I wish to speak with Ms. Scott. I can find Joseph Peterson.”
Quintina no longer made a sound; her hands, which had been crossed in front of her chest, slowly lowered, revealing the boning knife she had been tightly holding.
By now, the hand holding the lighter was so hot that it couldn’t be held any longer, so he had to turn off the lighter and blow on it a couple of tis to let it cool down slowly.
The surroundings plunged into darkness and suddenly, a cold breath ca fiercely close to him, so near that Yan Junze felt his nose almost touch the other person.
A woman’s voice slowly began to speak, entering from beside Yan Junze’s left ear as if she was whispering secrets to him, “Joseph, where is he?”
Just then, Yan Junze’s body trembled slightly, feeling the “Shadow” stationed at the third-floor corner rapidly returning, rging back with him.
He shook violently, knowing Morrison had arrived and he must hasten the progress here.
The lighter in his hand was still hot, but there was no choice now; it had to be turned on.
He turned on the lighter again, looked down, and saw nothing by his feet, causing a mont of confusion.
Turning to look, he found that the doll had moved two ters away from where he stood.
Yan Junze walked over in two steps, grabbed the doll, and held it up before Quintina, “Here you go, Joseph Peterson was hiding in this doll the whole ti, and never left.”
After speaking, the doll in his hand suddenly began to twist, as if a small snake was wriggling inside its body, moving back and forth within the doll.
Quintina’s eyes shone as she looked at the doll, reaching out abruptly to grab it.
Initially, Yan Junze had only suspected the doll, but he couldn’t be sure until, in the last Rewind, the doll moved slightly because the plan hadn’t been executed.
Linked to the mory of the little girl losing her doll, the mother waiting in ambush in the room with a hamr, and if there were also a father, it would be perfect.
But it seed the father hadn’t shown up.
And with the doll’s sudden movent, Yan Junze beca certain of his guess.
Now, looking at the way the doll wriggled, he knew his suspicion was confird.
At this mont, Quintina held the doll in her left hand while her right hand rose, boning knife aiming at it.
The doll’s face had beco ferocious, as if another face was overlaid on top of it, struggling, contorting, raging, and roaring in silence.
Thunk!
A knife was plunged into the doll’s head, piercing from the nose through to the back of the skull.
Then Quintina, excited, pulled out the boning knife and stabbed the doll’s stomach again.
A piercing scream rose, emanating from the body of the doll.
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