Chapter 4219

"Back off!!!"

Just as Bruce and Kent were thinking about the cause and effect, a roar had already come from behind them. The two subconsciously avoided to both sides. In the gap of turning their heads, they saw the agent holding a gun in both hands, level with his shoulders, slightly tilting his head to aim.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two shots to the body, one shot to the head. Because the distance was too close and the caliber of the pistol wasn't small, the impact force brought by the bullets made the corpse that had just sat up lie down again with a "slap."

Bruce turned his head to look at the agent. Although he had long known he had a gun, for some reason, Bruce always felt that the one who fired the gun at this time was the real him. It's hard to say whether these three shots carried anger for the long, redundant, and unskippable plot dialogue since the beginning.

But the change didn't end there. Such an attack seemed to have angered the evil spirit controlling the body. He began to get up with movements that completely violated the laws of physics: the center of the body was the first to jerk upward, the limbs were waving wildly in mid-air, and a low, hoarse roar came from the throat.

And accompanied by the abnormality, the sky in the town suddenly turned black. The light in the warehouse, which wasn't bright enough to begin with, became even darker, almost pitch black. This also caused almost any long-range weapon to lose its effect; after all, they didn't have night-vision goggles. In this situation where visibility was less than two meters, it was impossible to aim accurately.

The agent, however, snorted coldly. He touched a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and threw it in one direction.

Kent was still somewhat confused, but Bruce had already remembered: that was where the pile of fabric for the outer tent was stored. One could tell how dry it was from the accumulation of dust in the warehouse and the condition of the corpse. That fabric had been left for so long that all the moisture had evaporated, and it was completely flammable.

First, it was a small flame, and then it began to spread to the entire fabric with lightning speed. As the fire grew stronger, the wood used to support the tent inside was also ignited. A raging fire broke out in the entire miscellaneous area.

The three began to retreat rapidly, wanting to leave along the warehouse door. But sure enough, with a "bang," the warehouse door closed, and it closed tightly. The originally fragile, rotten wood became harder than any alloy. The strongest Kent tried to smash it, but it was of no use.

"Go through the window," the agent said.

There was a window on the right rear side where the fire was most intense; there had been no glass there for a long time. The fire ignited the wooden strips sealing the window, one side was burned and cracked, and it fell off, and behind it was a hole in the wall that could allow one person to pass through. The agent rushed over first. But just as he was about to rush out, Bruce shouted: "Careful!!!!"

"Creak—bang!!!"

The structure above the wooden building seemed to have rotted to the extreme, and a huge beam crashed down in front of the agent with a boom. If it weren't for Bruce's warning, the agent would probably have been crushed under the beam.

The agent cursed angrily, but soon turned back and rushed toward another window. At this time, Bruce and Kent had also run over, and the fire had completely blocked their retreat. Thick smoke gradually rose, and the entire wooden house was tottering.

"Here," a voice came from behind that window.

With a "bang," the wooden strips sealing the window were completely smashed. The agent saw the Hunter's figure. He was just about to rush over when a black shadow twisted and blocked the window—it was exactly that clown mummy that had suddenly stood up.

The agent took a deep breath; not letting us leave, right?!

Before he could do anything, the Hunter outside the window suddenly reached half of his body in, his arm tightly strangling the clown's neck, pulling him backward, and dragging him directly out of the window.

The clown clawed and scratched at the window frame, not wanting to go out. But one must know that the morbid are stronger the weaker they are. The Hunter was injured and bleeding, and had a fever; his power strength had basically reached its peak. Even if he deliberately controlled himself not to use such great power, dragging a mummy wasn't difficult.

Just see that mummy like a victim in a horror movie, being dragged away from behind the window by an unknown force. The agent also took this opportunity to jump out. Bruce and Kent followed closely, but Kent, who walked last, saw that the clown who had just been dragged out had dropped something on the ground. He subconsciously bent down to pick it up, and only when he lowered his head did he see: it was a small wooden mallet.

The two rushed out of the burning warehouse. Looking back, the entire warehouse disappeared into the raging fire. The wooden structure completely collapsed. After this fire burned out, I'm afraid nothing would be left.

Kent took out the thing he had just picked up. After Bruce took a look, he said: "This is used for clown performances. When performing, the actor will take out a jack-in-the-box, pretend to be scared after opening it, and then use this thing to knock the head of the doll inside the jack-in-the-box..."

"How do you know?"

"I've seen similar performances before." Bruce gave him a look. The clown performed for him eight hundred times a day; how else could he know?

Bruce took the wooden mallet from his hand. He originally wanted to look at the details, but the moment he touched the wooden mallet, he suddenly saw a flashback memory.

"Little Amy, look what Daddy brought you? Your favorite rabbit doll! Your old one is worn out, so I bought you a new one."

A man's voice echoed in his ears. And in his field of vision, a three or four-year-old girl ran over, let out a scream, and said: "Oh my god, really? I have a new toy?! Daddy, you're amazing!!!"

"Daddy is going on tour again next month. When Daddy isn't home, you have to help Mommy, take good care of your younger brother and sister, you know?" The man touched the little girl's head.

The little girl looked up at him very obediently, but soon pouted and said: "Why are you going again? You haven't been back for long. Can you not leave this time?"

"That won't do," the man said very patiently. "This time we are going to tour the east coast and will go to many big cities. When the time comes, Daddy will buy little Amy many new toys, okay?"

"Okay, then it's a deal!" The little girl laughed and threw herself into the man's arms.

And in the man's field of vision, a bedroom door at the end of the living room slowly opened a small crack. Inside was thick, impenetrable darkness.

Bruce suddenly came back to his senses. Kent looked at him with some concern and said: "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"No, I'm fine," Bruce shook his head and said, "I just seemed to see the clown's memory."

"Memory?!" Kent said with some surprise, "So there really are ghosts?!"

Bruce nodded. He looked back at the warehouse that was still burning and briefly told Kent what he had seen in the hallucination, then said: "That little girl looks very unfamiliar; she isn't anyone we've seen. If this circus went bankrupt in the last century, what we saw might be the memory of someone from a long time ago."

"I have a question," Kent said, "the man told his daughter to help look after her younger brother and sister, but you said the little girl isn't big either, maybe only three or four years old. Did his mother give birth to three children in three years?"

"Perhaps the last one was twins," Bruce said. "Two births in three years is medically possible, and three births in four years isn't completely impossible, it's just that the damage to the mother's body will be very great."

"My god, three children in four years, doesn't that mean she's either giving birth or pregnant?" Kent pursed his lips, revealing an unbearable expression, and said, "And this man is still a circus performer, away from home all year round; doesn't that mean only the mother is taking care of herself?"

"Perhaps her mother had other relatives," Bruce said. "Let's find a place to settle down first; there are too few clues now, and there's still a lot to investigate."

On the other side. After the mummy was dragged out of the house by the Hunter, it seemed to have lost its power and lay there motionless, just like an ordinary corpse.

The agent rummaged through the corpse, didn't find anything, so he unbuttoned the clothes and began to check the cause of death.

Strangely, this corpse had no external injuries, meaning it wasn't killed by external force; the spine wasn't dislocated, there were no signs of struggle, so it shouldn't have died of suffocation; and there were no signs of drowning, so it didn't look like it drowned.

"Could it be poisoning?" The agent checked carefully. However, due to the long passage of time, the organs of this mummy had long since ceased to exist, and the skin was dry and shriveled, so it was really impossible to see anything.

If he was tentatively determined to be poisoned, who poisoned him? It couldn't be Batman, right?

Although he gained nothing, the agent wasn't discouraged. After all, at least through this matter, it was confirmed that this instance indeed had paranormal phenomena, and it wasn't people playing ghosts.

This situation is both good and bad. If humans were playing ghosts, although it would be easy to solve in terms of force, it would be even harder to unravel the complex secrets behind it, because the human heart is unpredictable, and anyone could do this for any motive, making investigation very difficult.

If it's a ghost, although armed resistance is difficult, it will be much simpler in terms of motives and clues. There are only two types of ghosts in this world: one is revenge with a purpose, and the other is slaughter without a purpose. Just find out how this ghost was formed and what he wants to do, and the secret can be unraveled.

After searching the corpse and finding nothing, the two Shilers chose to return to Aunt Kane's house immediately. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Peter and Kate sitting at the dining table in silence.

"What's wrong with you?" the agent asked.

Both shook their heads in unison. Peter opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He sighed and said: "There is no hospital in this town, and besides, my wound doesn't hurt much anymore. Let's eat first."

Kate didn't refute either. They stood up from the table and walked toward the kitchen. The agent whispered to the Hunter: "You go back and rest for a while; I'll call you when the food is ready."

The Hunter nodded. It wasn't hard to see from his reaction that his previous operation didn't drain health. This showed that he didn't use power that was very beyond common sense. In other words, when he dragged the mummy out, he didn't use much effort.

This indirectly showed that the mummy was definitely not a real evil spirit; otherwise, it would definitely not be something that conventional force could confront head-on. It's just, what kind of role did this man who died in the warehouse play in this series of events?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw a figure standing at the back door. He looked up and found it was Linda, holding something like a fishing rod in her hand. So he walked over and said: "Done so quickly?"

Linda didn't speak, turned around, and led him toward the garage. The agent followed behind her, and the two arrived at the workshop.