My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After Ethan slapped the door a few times, Jonathan shouted:

"Gram, are you home?"

After the words fell, after waiting for a while, the surroundings were still silent.

"Could it be that no one is home? How about we go somewhere else to take a look?" Jonathan said and walked outside.

Ethan had no choice but to follow him and walk away.

Just as the two of them walked to the dilapidated car, a silent voice sounded in the house.

"Who's calling me?"

Jonathan quickly stopped and took a few steps back. "It's me, Jonathan Gaines, who lives not far away."

"Is there anything you need?"

Ethan also walked next to Jonathan. At this time, the door inside opened and a stooped man could be seen standing at the door through the screen door.

The room was extremely dark, and the man's face could not be clearly seen, but he could be seen with his long, messy hair.

After the two of them looked at each other, Jonathan said:

"I'm looking for my niece. She went missing after she went out for a run in the morning. I'm looking for her everywhere."

Jonathan took a step forward. "I thought she might be passing by. Have you seen her?"

"No, I haven't seen anyone."

Gram, who was standing in the shadows, responded dully, and it could be heard from his tone that he was very impatient.

Ethan remembered what Blake had said, looked around, and asked:

"Are there any children here?"

Gram's tone became more serious: "Fake, has anyone come to talk to me today? Are you that one?"

"Sir, Banshee Town Police Department." Ethan said habitually.

"I've never heard of the Banshee Town Police Department. Get away from me. I don't like the uniform you're wearing."

Gram finished speaking nervously and was about to close the door.

Jonathan also felt something was wrong and quickly shouted:

"Hey, can we go in and sit for a while?"

"I'm very busy and don't have time to entertain you." Gram flatly refused.

Jonathan insisted, "Just for a moment. I haven't seen you in a long time. How about we talk to the neighbors."

Gram stopped closing the door, and after a while, he said hoarsely:

"Just wait a moment."

After he finished speaking, his figure disappeared, footsteps sounded, and he walked towards the house.

Seeing this, Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief and winked at Ethan.

After a while, Gram returned to the door again, and his figure was seen shaking, holding a stick-like object in his hand.

Out of professional habit, Ethan immediately set off alarm bells.

In the midst of the flash of lightning, he stretched out his hand to grab Jonathan's clothes and retreated sharply.

Just then, there was a "bang" gunshot, and a ball of flame burst out of the screen door.

Jonathan screamed and fell backwards.

Ethan quickly pulled out the Glock 17 and kept pulling the trigger toward the door.

"Bang bang bang."

After a series of gunshots, a muffled groan came from the room, and then Gram's heavy footsteps gradually moved away into the room.

Ethan took the opportunity and forcefully dragged Jonathan into the back of the Dodge Challenger.

Jonathan covered his arm with a look of pain on his face, blood was flowing from it, and the muscles of his upper arm were directly bruised by the shotgun.

If Ethan hadn't reacted quickly enough and pulled him away, this shot would have directly opened a big hole in his chest.

"Farke, there must be something wrong with this bastard."

Jonathan banged his head against the body of the Dodge Challenger, hoping to relieve the pain, and roared loudly.

Fortunately, my car is not a childhood car, otherwise he would definitely have made several big holes.

Ethan squatted down, put the gun at his feet, and then quickly took out a tourniquet from his duty belt and tied it on him.

"I have to go in right now. Blake must be inside, otherwise Gram wouldn't behave like this."

Ethan spoke, but found that Jonathan had no response.

After he was shot, he was so nervous that he fell into a trance and his eyes wandered around.

In desperation, Ethan raised his arm and slapped him hard.

After a crisp sound, Jonathan's eyes finally settled down.

Ethan grabbed his collar and said, "Can you hear me clearly now?"

Jonathan was sweating profusely and nodded repeatedly.

"You stay here and call for support. Don't worry, your injuries are not fatal. I have to go in and save Blake. Her life may be in danger at any time."

After Ethan finished speaking, he opened the car door and reached into the storage compartment.

He took out the Advancer D9 that he captured when he first met Nora from the space. He put the sharp dagger into Jonathan's hand, then got up and ran towards the door.

I glanced inside through the broken hole in the screen door, but found no movement.

Ethan opened the screen door and entered the house in a flash.

There were only some simple furniture in the dark room. The curtains on the windows tightly blocked the sunlight outside, and the room exuded an annoying rotten smell.

Ethan turned on the tactical flashlight on the Glock and searched around, but did not see Gram.

He came to the kitchen again, looked over the dirty wooden table, and saw unwashed dishes in the sink.

Judging from the tableware inside, if Gram hadn't been too lazy, he would have been the only one living in this place.

Ethan held the Glock and came out of the kitchen again, carefully searching the house.

But there was no trace of Grim in several rooms in the house. He seemed to be missing in the house, and the whole house was silent.

At this time, Ethan noticed a few drops of fresh blood on the ground.

Gram was hit by him just now. Ethan used his tactical flashlight to shine on the sporadic bloodstains on the ground, and carefully followed the bloodstains in the dark house.

The boots made a squeaking sound on the old wooden floor.

When they came to a corner inside the house, the blood stains suddenly disappeared.

On the edge of the wooden floor, there is a pull button.

Only then did he realize that Gram had hidden in the basement.

Ethan licked his lips and turned sideways to fasten the buckle. Glock pointed down and pulled hard with his arm.

There was a muffled sound.

The basement door was suddenly lifted and hit the wall behind, sending up a circle of dust.

Ethan was startled by the movement he made, but the gun was still pointed downwards.

The long wooden staircase is blocked by a wooden wall, and there are flickering lights underground.

When the basement door opened, he was almost stunned by a rancid smell. It turned out that the annoying smell in the house just now came from here.

Looking at the stairs going down, Ethan couldn't help but swallowed.

The open basement door smelled like the maw of a beast, and the flickering light reminded him that strangers should not enter.

But thinking that Blake might be trapped below, Ethan gritted his teeth and turned off the tactical flashlight on the Glock.

After exhaling slowly, he walked down step by step.