Chapter 68

Cemetery.

Swish... swish...

The sound of soil loosening and falling, like someone digging.

In the darkness, a man was digging with a shovel, one scoop at a time, his gaze as determined as a soldier's.

And beside him, a dummy was lying down, its eyeballs skewed just right, looking straight at him digging.

Click!

He hit the coffin.

Jamie didn't hesitate to lift the coffin lid, only to see it was empty inside, "Sure enough, it really is Billy. Who dug you out? Could that nursery rhyme be true?"

"Is the murderer an evil spirit?"

Looking at the empty coffin and the name Billy written on the tombstone, Jamie fell into confusion.

With the dummy in hand, he naturally had to start his investigation from here. In the legend, Mary Shaw and her dummy were buried together. And now, he had lifted the grave of the dummy Billy, and it was empty inside, corroborating that this thing was the Billy in Mary Shaw's hands.

Then the question arose.

Doesn't this mean that the ghost nursery rhyme is true, and evil spirits really exist?

Then...

Jamie's gaze turned to the grave not far away that said Mary Shaw. After a brief moment of fear and hesitation, it was replaced by determination.

He lifted the shovel, and with one scoop, perhaps everything would be revealed.

As for fear?

He just wanted to know the truth now.

Following his footsteps, behind him, the dummy Billy, which had been thrown aside, actually started to move its eyeballs!

Staring straight at Jamie, its face gradually began to twist and turn ferociously.

Puchi!

The shovel was inserted into the mud.

The lights suddenly turned on.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Look what I've found: a suspect involved in wife-killing actually running to the cemetery with evidence to try and dig up a grave. Are you mentally ill? Oh~ that's really hard to deal with."

The detective named Warwick, who suspected Jamie was the murderer, shouted with a flashlight.

Jamie took a deep breath, "Listen, Detective, I didn't kill my wife, and I'm not mentally ill. I'm just seeking the truth."

"Digging up a grave in the middle of the night is your truth?" Warwick walked over, threw away Jamie's shovel, and stared him down.

"Oh, don't be like this!" Jamie covered his head in pain.

"Then tell me the truth."

"The truth? The truth is that I now suspect the one who killed my wife is the evil spirit from our town's nursery rhyme!"

"That dummy is hers, do you know that? When I dug it up, the dummy wasn't inside. Do you know what this means?"

"It means you've been planning this for a long time. And what can this prove? Evil spirits at work? How old are you? Do you want to invite a priest over?"

Looking at the detective's disbelieving expression.

Jamie became even more miserable.

He didn't know if Mary Shaw was an evil spirit, but he really wasn't the murderer!

In the bushes, Louis, who had just arrived and wanted to destroy Mary Shaw's corpse, watched this scene and was also somewhat speechless.

What is this?

A classic materialist warrior in a horror movie?

Forget it, Jamie seems to have a calm temperament and isn't easily taken advantage of by Mary Shaw, so let's ignore them for now. The focus now is Mary Shaw's dummy.

He remembered that Mary Shaw could possess and transfer through the dummies she made during her lifetime. If the dummies weren't destroyed completely, Mary Shaw could escape through possession at any time.

Billy was one, and it seemed like some grand theater—which was where Mary Shaw performed and lived during her lifetime—also had many?

Finally, there was the protagonist's stepmother, the perfect dummy Mary Shaw had painstakingly created.

Destroying all of these would leave Mary Shaw with nowhere to escape.

Of course, before that, let's see if her corpse can be destroyed. Since she could become an evil spirit, her corpse definitely had evil aspects too.

After Jamie and the detective argued and left to seek other witnesses for testimony about Mary Shaw, Louis walked out.

He swung the shovel. Not to mention, Louis's current physical fitness was very strong; he shoveled quickly and steadily, and soon he saw the coffin.

But Louis didn't rush to go down and lift the coffin lid. Instead, he flipped his sleeve, and a perfume-sized bottle appeared. Two drops of liquid dripped into his eyes, and then he looked around vigilantly.

If Mary Shaw cared about her body, she would definitely appear, so he had to be prepared.

He thought for a moment.

Hoo~

He blew lightly.

A circle of flames turned into a ring, surrounding Louis and illuminating the surroundings.

Facts proved that when people had light, fear would be greatly reduced. Louis was the same; he felt much more at ease instantly.

Louis looked at the coffin lid, "Now, let's fight, Mary Shaw!"

Bang!

He kicked the coffin lid open. A stale breath rushed toward him, and inside, there was nothing.

Suddenly, the rustling sound of wind blowing through leaves disappeared, and even the various insect calls that his ears were already familiar with stopped quietly. Everything seemed to have entered a realm of silence.

Here.

There was no sound!

The next moment.

Woof, woof, woof!!!

The little coal ball in his arms suddenly barked wildly in one direction. Its milky voice broke this eerie silence.

The blood bead on his wrist rotated.

Three peach wood needles were also violently spat out from under Louis's tongue.

Like bullets, they shot away in the direction of the coal ball's wild barking.

Bang!

The wooden needles burst upon hitting the tree trunk.

But the coal ball was still barking wildly, its little head turning constantly, as if that dirty thing was everywhere.

Louis was very calm.

Not hitting it was within expectations.

However, where was her figure? Why couldn't he see it? Was her movement speed too fast? Was she hiding too well? Was her level too high?

The Blood Curse Art didn't work either; it should be related to the fact that the other party was a soul body. It seems this time he'll have to rely on the Willow Leaf Golden Blade.

While Louis scanned with his eyes, he gently pressed the coal ball's little head. This little guy was almost dizzy from turning. However, not bad, the little thing was quite useful.

He touched the Willow Leaf Golden Blade in his palm that was ready to go. In the faint shadows, Louis finally saw it, but he only saw a faint white shadow behind the bushes. It was hidden too well, making it difficult to lock on.

At this time.

The cold feeling intensified, and the flames surrounding him actually began to dim slightly.

"Who... are you?"

"Who... are you?"

"Who... are you?"

A voice like 3D surround sound also came from all directions. They were men and women, old and young. The layered voices sounded extremely complex, and the only thing they had in common was their words.

Who... are you?

Facing this question, Louis couldn't help but laugh, "Old thing, don't you recognize me? Don't worry, you'll remember me in a while."

"If you have the ability, follow me."

He kicked over Mary Shaw's tombstone. Seeing that Mary Shaw wasn't enraged enough to jump in his face, and the coal ball had no reaction.

Louis scoffed, surrounded by flames, and walked toward the town. Earlier at dusk, he had already learned where his home was from Jamie.

The orange-red flames burned fiercely, and Louis walked with the wind.

And those layered ghost sounds disappeared at this moment, and the ghost shadow vanished.

At this time.

Jamie, who was annoyed by the detective, could only take him to find the townspeople to confirm that this nursery rhyme really existed.

But unfortunately, no one was willing to admit it. They didn't even dare to say the name Mary Shaw, just hurriedly closed their doors.

"Hehe, you wouldn't even be lying about the nursery rhyme, would you?"

"Xie Te, don't you see it? They are all afraid. They don't even dare to say Mary Shaw's name," Jamie said helplessly.

Hearing this, Warwick stopped speaking surprisingly and frowned. Indeed, the performance of those townspeople just now was a bit wrong, vaguely carrying fear.

Could it be that someone had used this nursery rhyme to kill people before?

As for evil spirits and such, Warwick still didn't believe it. He had handled many wife-killing cases; to escape punishment, they could make up any reason.

"Sigh, let's go. Maybe we can ask my father. Although I don't want to see him, at least he shouldn't hide it from me."

"Hehe, relatives' words cannot be used as testimony."

Although he said so, the detective still followed.

He felt that behind this Mary Shaw nursery rhyme, there might be a big case, and it was necessary to follow and investigate.

(End of chapter)