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Hell Movie 118, Chapter 118 Under the Bed-567 Chinese "Father Marshall, I apologize to you first, but what you just said has no meaning, I think it is a nonsense.? Even if we know that someone has entered? At nine o'clock, there should be a lot of people in and out of the cabin, and we have no way of knowing who is looking for Jenny's parents." Robert put his arms around his chest and began to refute Marshall's remarks.

"Yes, we can’t even be sure if it’s Jenny’s room that the person who called Jenny’s parents out, but that’s not important at all. The reason why he is so troublesome must be something he intends to do, so we need to go to Jenny’s room. Take a look, there may be unexpected results." Marshall stood up after speaking.

"What? Are you going to that kind of place?" Robert hesitated.

In fact, like the other life case rooms, Jenny’s room is not searched for. Even Douglas is only closed first. After these things calm down, they may enter these rooms, or never Will enter.

Unlike the feeling of death of Jenny's parents, Jenny's burnt hands and feet are not only nauseous, but also a desperate feeling.

Before coming to Jenny's room, a few seals were put on it and the door was locked.

"Douglas should have the key." Robert said behind Marshall.

"You can help me find Douglas. My current status is not very convenient. Most of the crew and passengers suspect that I have an unusual connection with the deceased. I am afraid they have begun to reject me at this time." Marshall pushed. Push, the door cannot be opened now.

"Father Marshall, let me come." Robert pushed Marshall gently.

Marshall looked back and saw that Robert had a small iron piece and a filament in his hand. He immediately understood Robert's thoughts and gave up his position.

Soon, the door was opened.

The two of them walked into the room, the smell of burning around the nose, making people feel a little difficult to breathe.

"Where should we find it?" Robert said, clutching his nose.

"Of course it is a bed." Marshall looked at an ordinary double bed in the corner. This kind of large room is specially prepared for couples. Of course, it can also meet the special requirements of some travelers.

"Ah..." Robert took a step back.

Marshall came to the bed. At this time, the quilt had been lifted, and Jenny's hands and feet could be seen, as if the scorched lotus root was randomly discarded on the bed.

After hesitating for two seconds, Marshall found a short stick and gently touched the arm that had left Jenny's body.

After showing no reaction, Marshall stretched out his right hand. This time, his epidermis was in direct contact with the scorched hands and feet. The hard feeling came from the fingers, which was different from the hardness of the stone. This feeling was more like plaster.

"Come, help me remove the sheets." Marshall said to Robert behind him.

"Huh? What about people?" But there was no one behind him, and vomiting came from outside the door.

After pulling Robert back to Jenny's room, the two removed the sheets.

"Can't you be alone?" Robert grumbled.

"Are you really a detective?" Marshall replied.

"Anyway, you are definitely not a priest!" Robert didn't want to show weakness in this regard.

"Stop talking about it, put it on the ground." Marshall knelt down and slowly put the sheets on the ground.

After removing the bed sheet, he began to check the mattress under the bed sheet, "This is?"

Marshall put his hand on the mattress. Unlike the bed sheet, there were no black marks on the mattress, as if Jenny's hands and feet were spontaneously ignited. Not only that, it hadn't burnt the mattress below.

But what makes Marshall feel strange is that it is obviously just an ordinary mattress, but it feels obvious concave and convex. This feeling can only be seen when you directly touch the mattress. If there is still a bed sheet on it, unless it is particularly sensitive People, otherwise it is generally difficult to find.

"What is this trajectory?" Marshall moved along the concave pattern.

"What is it?" Robert looked curious, staring at the bed sheet.

"Do you know that I found Lev in Port Molov? Weber massacred prostitutes and street children?" Marshall asked Robert.

"I know, I'm a detective, how could I miss this kind of news." Robert nodded.

"The reason for this is because I found a secret room in Lev's home. The secret room is full of scattered bones and blood, and these things are placed on a...similar to an altar-like six-pointed star pattern." Marshall Withdrawing his hand, "The trajectory of the depression of the mattress is very similar to the pattern I saw at the time."

"You mean?" Robert hesitated.

"Well, I guess, the direct cause of Jenny's hands and feet is the strange pattern on the mattress, but, I don't know under what circumstances, this pattern will work." Marshall looked at the bed sheet on the ground~www.wuxiaspot. com~If Jenny’s sheets have this pattern, don’t we know if they have it? "

"Should we go back and have a look first?" Robert suddenly felt unsafe around him.

"Wait, take the mattress off first and see if there is anything underneath?" Marshall stopped Robert.

"Oh..." Robert was very reluctant, but he still cooperated with Marshall's words.

After picking up the mattress, the stench came on. Because it was too sudden and the smell was very heavy, the two of them released the mattress in their hands at the same time and took a few steps back.

The mattress fell to the ground, and the contents inside were also taken out a bit.

It was a cyan palm, but this palm was dry, as if it were skinny.

A black bug crawled out from under the palm of his hand, and after wriggling on the ground a few times, it stopped moving. The two got closer, and there were many black bugs on the wooden board under the mattress. Not only that, but the wooden board had also been damaged in many places.

"Let's take the board out and see what's underneath it!" Marshall said to Robert beside him.

"This... will this worm be poisonous?" Robert said what he was worried about.

"If it's a wooden board, we don't have to touch it with our hands. There are two short sticks here, just lift it up a little. Anyway, you're not scared, are you?" Marshall mocked with a sharp move. One sentence.

"How could it be..." Robert stared at the cyan palm on the ground with a guilty conscience.

Marshall put the short stick in Robert's hand, "We will see what is inside later, and then we can find a way to lift the board safely."

"Okay." Robert sighed.

The two pushed the short sticks into the hollow of the plank.

"Prepare." Marshall said to Robert. 8