Chapter 56: Despair, Rotten People Must Have Rotten Parents

On the other side.

David, who received the call, didn't hesitate or think about whether it was a mistake; he immediately dialed the police.

"Uncle David, what's wrong?"

"Angela and the others are in trouble. They said they were going to a place called Eden Lake to play, but just now they suddenly called to ask to call the police..."

As he spoke, David was multitasking, turning the car while heading towards the Eden Lake area, and calling Angela again.

But the beeping sound in his ear made his heart sink.

He stepped on the gas pedal to the floor.

He couldn't just wait for the police to find people. They happened to be close to Eden Lake and could get there earlier than the police; perhaps they could save his sister.

And at this time, Louis frowned.

Eden... Lake?

A movie that could be called oppressive appeared in his memory. In that movie, that group of teenagers could be said to be the model of evil.

Of course, what left the deepest impression on him was that they had a group of equally evil trash parents who unconditionally protected their shortcomings, and in the end, to vent their anger and hide it, they chose to put the heroine in a bathtub and drown her.

Sometimes, being young doesn't mean you won't do evil; on the contrary, young people sometimes do evil that can be extraordinary and even more terrifying!

For example, the missing couple case and the three-devil case he had heard of were no less than adults...

So, was Angela involved in this?

Then that was a disaster.

David's car drove faster and faster. He now only regretted that he shouldn't have brought Louis when he went to pick up Yulunka; after all, he was still a child.

But it was too late to say anything now. Looking at the bright side, Louis was a gang young master...

……

In the town.

A group of people were preparing for a party.

Suddenly, two women, filthy and full of branch scratches, drilled out of the bushes, looking at the houses and people in front of them with the feeling of having survived a disaster.

At this moment, they seemed to have returned to the civilized world.

Finally, finally, they were saved!

Tears fell from the corners of their eyes, leaving traces on their mud-covered faces.

Then they walked forward with staggering steps. "Help... save us!"

A few people hurried over to support them and carried them into the house.

Someone was looking for a first-aid kit, someone was concernedly asking what happened to them, and someone was asking if they needed to call the police. These townspeople all showed basic kindness.

Angela wiped her tears, just about to speak.

But she was pulled by Jenny's sleeve without a sound.

Following her gaze, she saw two dog bowls on the ground, and a dog was eating, while another dog bowl even had a name written on it—Bonnie.

!!!

Angela couldn't describe this feeling; she only felt that her heart couldn't breathe at this moment.

Her gaze moved wildly, and soon she saw a photo hanging on the wall; it was none other than the evil teenager Brett!

This was actually that person's house!

What was this?

Having finally run out, thinking they had survived a disaster, why, why was it like this?

Angela started shaking all over.

Fortunately, Jenny beside her pressed her down in time. "Sorry, we, we feel like vomiting; let us borrow the restroom."

After saying that, she took Angela and quickly hid in the restroom, locking the door from the inside.

"What to do? What to do?"

"One last fight."

The two women found a razor, held it tightly in their hands, and looked at the door with desperate and determined eyes.

At this time.

A sound came.

"Brett? What's wrong with you!"

"Dad! Dad! There... there's a ghost!"

"We, we were just playing with them today... They killed Bonnie, I couldn't take it and was impulsive... There were two women; they killed Claire and ran away..."

"In order to avenge Claire, we tied up the two men..."

"Later, I, we, dug out a golden arm, and then, and then..."

Brett's voice sounded small, pitiful, and helpless. At the same time, the matter seemed to have undergone some subtle changes in his mouth, and his companions beside him were also echoing vaguely.

The facts actually changed from their initial provocation to them just playing around.

At the same time, in his mouth, their companions were also killed by Angela and Jenny.

It seemed that besides being a bit fond of playing, it was all the fault of adults like Angela.

After a commotion.

"Those two women?!"

Bang, bang, bang!!

The restroom door began to shake violently.

"Come out! Get out here!"

"She's still a child! How could you bring yourself to do it! Woo woo..."

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

"Wait, wait, let's call the police and let the police handle it."

"Shut up! They killed people in our town, so they must die. I don't believe those police; do you?"

"……"

Angela and the other woman trembled violently, holding the razor even tighter.

Bang!

The restroom door was broken open violently.

"We didn't kill anyone; he's lying. They caught our people, they..." Angela wanted to explain.

However.

"Why did you lay a hand on a child! She's still a child!"

A woman immediately wanted to pounce over, but was blocked by someone, her expression excited.

"Full of lies, outsiders; it's a pity we even wanted to help you."

"My Brett wouldn't lie. You actually even laid a hand on a child, bastard!"

"Fill the bathtub."

The leader, Brett's father, had eyes full of viciousness, and the other dozen townspeople were also watching indifferently, even coming over to help, wanting to control the two.

Jenny and Angela shook their heads desperately, waving the razor blades in their hands.

"No, no, no, no, no..."

Woof, woof, woof, woof!!!

The sound of crazy dog barking rose abruptly.

A golden figure pounced like lightning, fiercely starting to bite, rushing around.

Its bite force was amazing, extremely ferocious, and its movements were even more agile than anything; a dozen people couldn't catch it at all, but instead were played into a mess in the house.

At this time, another fierce dog raised by Brett's family tried to come forward to fight, but the next moment.

A paw pressed on its neck, pinning it to the ground, and then sharp fangs fiercely pierced its throat. After a violent shake of its head, blood sprayed, and the connection between the head and the body was only half a neck left.

Golden stood on the corpse of the fierce dog, looking at everyone with blood all over, like a terrifying beast.

The women screamed, and the men picked up things around them, trying to fight.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a dog, everyone"

Bang!

A gunshot interrupted his words.

Louis stood at the door, watching them with a smile, the pistol in his hand still shaking its muzzle, not knowing who it was aimed at.

"Child, put down the gun. You might not be clear about the situation now. We are dealing with two vicious women; they..."

"Louis?!"

Angela, cowering in the restroom, said happily.

The man was instantly dumbfounded.

Louis waved his hand, seeing that although Angela was a bit dirty and had some scratches, she was at least still alive; it seemed he had arrived just in time.

However, what about Olivier?

Could it be...

Louis's eyes turned cold.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 57 =====