American comics: This guy is crazy

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Violet hid in the bathtub and cried, letting the water from the shower hit her body.

It seemed to wash away the filth on her body and the unbearable memories.

"Violet, I will protect you."

Tate clenched his fists tightly, watching the goddess he loved being humiliated like this, but he was helpless and felt humiliated in his heart.

Slowly loosening his fists, he wanted to reach out and hug Violet to ease her mood.

"Go away."

Violet's eyes were full of tears, and her eyes did not hide her disgust for him.

She knew everything about Tate and her mother, but under the same roof, many things could not be said clearly, and she had her own little tricks at work, and she had been using the licking dog Tate.

And his performance this time made Violet feel extremely disappointed.

Being scolded by the goddess, Tate was at a loss for a while.

At the same time, Uncle Ben was furious and looked for Allen for revenge. He could not swallow his anger no matter how he humiliated his daughter.

Bang!

Kick the door open.

Allen screamed and performed a twisted performance art on the bed in the master bedroom.

Bella, the first owner of the house, was so scared that she curled up in the corner.

"Damn it, I want you to pay the price."

Uncle Ben stepped forward angrily and was about to punch.

Allen did a carp jump, kept the Terminator's half-kneeling posture, kept a wicked expression, reached out and took out a roll of tape, and asked: "Have you ever experienced a confession balloon?"

"..."

Uncle Ben was stunned, and really couldn't guess the purpose of the tape.

In fact, when Allen saw Uncle Ben in a black latex suit, he already had a very good idea, so when he asked Violet to hire him, he found a roll of tape on the second floor.

Chila!

Allen pulled out a piece of tape, his eyes full of evil and viciousness.

"What are you going to do?"

Uncle Ben subconsciously took a few steps back, trying to escape from the master bedroom.

Hehehe...

However, Allen pounced on him and pressed him to the ground, and the tape kept wrapping around the gap in the latex suit on his neck, followed by his limbs.

"Don't do that, I won't scare you anymore, please stop."

Faced with Uncle Ben's plea, Allen was indifferent, turned to look at Bella, and said: "Help me hold her down, or I'll hold you in the toilet."

Bella was at a loss, so she could only obey obediently.

After all, someone's brain was blown away by a bullet, and his IQ was in arrears.

Alan bit off the tape with his teeth, and the openings of the rubber suit at the neck, one arm, and the position of the legs were sealed.

Next, do something unexpected.

Ha...

Alan took a deep breath and blew air into the rubber suit.

That's right, like blowing a balloon, he kept blowing air into it.

Due to the airtightness and super elasticity of the rubber suit, it was swelling up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Stop blowing, I'm getting bigger."

Uncle Ben looked at the swelling rubber suit in horror, feeling like a balloon, but struggling to get rid of the other party's control.

Alan blew until his face turned red, and his lung capacity was terrifying. He blew for five minutes without stopping. His forehead was bulging with veins, and he was trembling slightly, but he kept blowing in stubbornly.

Bella retracted her hand, fearing that she would explode like a balloon. She was so scared that she hid under the bed, covered her eyes and acted like an ostrich.

"It's done!"

Alan looked at the masterpiece with satisfaction, pinched Uncle Ben's wrist cuffs with one hand, and picked up the tape with one hand and sealed it again.

Finally, the human-shaped balloon was completed.

In fact, Uncle Ben knew about his wife Vivian's affairs, and because of this, he had been wearing a black latex suit, deliberately hinting at her all the time, making her feel guilty, so that Vivian would obey him.

The family had their own little tricks in mind, and they were not good people.

But the problem was that they met Alan, who was feared by gods and demons.

At this moment, Uncle Ben, because of the bulging latex suit, his limbs were like being imprisoned and stretched straight, and he watched Alan lift his foot and run around the room like a ball.

"Please, let the air out."

If, they are the dead, and the guy in front of them is a living demon.

He even plays with ghosts.

"Ben, I'm here to save you."

"No..."

At this time, Vivian pushed the door open with a fruit knife in her hand.

Coincidentally, Uncle Ben bounced back to the door and found that the tip of his wife's knife was facing him.

Puff...

The sharp tip of the knife slightly pierced into the bulging leather jacket, and suddenly, it flew out uncontrollably like a deflated balloon.

Bang bang bang...

Ah ah ah!!!

In the master bedroom, Uncle Ben looked like he had no desire to live and let the deflation bring the impact, carrying himself around the room in disorder.

Alan looked around to follow Uncle Ben's flight trajectory.

Until he deflated all the air and fell to the floor.

"Okay, play again."

"No..."

...

The next day.

Early in the morning, Bruce woke up rubbing his forehead.

I suddenly felt backache, because the floor was too hard. I was used to the soft Simmons mattress, so I felt like my whole body was falling apart.

"You woke up, I've prepared breakfast."

The maid who was busy in the open kitchen pointed to the milk and sandwiches on the table.

"Who are you?" Bruce asked vigilantly.

In his eyes, the maid with red hair had a particularly hot and attractive figure, but when he thought of it as a haunted house, his first reaction was to doubt whether the other party was human.

"I am the maid of this house, Noila Mo. My employer Noila asked me to help you solve the trivial matters in life."

Noila Mo came over and handed over a bottle of jam. She unscrewed the cap for Bruce. She accidentally got jam on her fingers and put it into her mouth to suck it without any taboo, staring at him charmingly from beginning to end.

How could the young and energetic Bruce withstand such temptation? He felt dry mouth and heartbeat.

"This is a haunted house. Aren't you afraid?"

Bruce deliberately brought up the topic to cover up the explosion of hormones in his body.

"I just come to work during the day and don't live here at night."

Noila Mo bit her nails lightly, her behavior was mature, sexy, lazy, and her teasing intention was not concealed.

"Good morning, Lusi."

Alan, who had been tossing all night, hurried downstairs to greet Bruce.

"Please call me by my full name, Bruce."

If there were no outsiders present, Bruce would not care about Alan's casual address, but he would naturally leave a good impression in front of a beautiful woman.

"Okay, Lusi."

Alan turned to look at Noila Mo and asked curiously: "Auntie, who are you?"

Auntie?

Bruce was confused. Noila Mo was obviously in her early thirties and was at a mature age. She had nothing to do with an old lady.

But on second thought, Alan was mentally abnormal and his words were illogical, so naturally he had no credibility.

"Noila Mo."

Noila Mo responded indifferently, walked towards the stairs with a charming manner, and did not forget to give Bruce a meaningful look.

In fact, in Alan's eyes, Noila Mo really looked like an old woman. His mage passive skill could see through illusions.

So, Noila Mo immediately became cold and was unwilling to contact Alan too much on the first floor.

It was a pity that Bruce could not see the illusion and always believed that he saw a sexy maid.

"I'm full."

After saying this, Bruce couldn't wait to catch up to the second floor.

It seems that hormones suppress reason and give up the ability to think.

"You lied with your eyes open, you didn't eat a single bite."

Alan picked up the sandwich on the plate and ate it with relish, recalling: "Maid Moira, isn't this the ghost old lady who likes to seduce the male owner in the first season of American Horror Story?"

Seduce the male owner.

Keyword triggers the IQ switch.

"I can't let Lusi make the mistake of having sex with an old lady."

Alan immediately realized the problem, and just as he stood up to organize it, a sly expression occupied his face: "If Lusi is halfway intimate, wouldn't it be more interesting if I expose it again."