My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The moment Blake saw Ethan, tears immediately filled his eyes.

She went out for a run in the morning and when she passed the abandoned meat processing plant, she saw the little boy again in the second-floor window.

Driven by curiosity, Blake crossed the overgrown road and entered the factory.

She followed the little boy into the basement and encountered the hanged and disemboweled female corpse, as well as a strange man sitting at the desk.

In a panic, Blake tried to escape, but accidentally knocked down the debris around him.

This sudden sound attracted the attention of the strange man.

After running away and chasing him, Blake hid in a corner.

After she hurriedly sent a distress message to Ethan, she was caught by the strange man and imprisoned in this terrifying freezer.

She could only wait for that glimmer of hope in despair. Just like last time, she firmly believed that she would wait for her own light.

Ethan looked at the lock hanging on the door, not wanting to drag his injured leg back to look for the key on Gram's body.

So he found a crowbar from the side and knocked hard several times, and the door lock fell off.

Ethan grabbed the doorknob and pulled back hard.

The heavy freezer door was slowly opened, and Blake rushed out with a blast of cold air.

"Wait a minute, don't jump."

Ethan knew Blake's habit and quickly stopped her actions.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she was already jumping up on him, and Ethan groaned, sweating on his forehead.

Blake held Ethan's head tightly with both hands.

This guy was not killed by Gram, but almost suffocated to death by her.

"I know you will come to save me."

Blake held Ethan tightly with both hands, his body still shaking.

Ethan kept patting her back, and after a while, Blake calmed down.

"Where's that man?"

Blake asked Ethan with a hint of panic in his voice.

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of him." Ethan's forehead was covered with sweat and he forced out a smile.

Blake was relieved to hear what Ethan said.

"Come down, I'm injured on my leg."

When Blake heard what Ethan said, he quickly jumped off him and squatted down in a hurry.

"Where are you hurt?"

"On the thigh."

Ethan looked at a white, deep ditch below, and said with a thirsty mouth.

In desperation, Blake quickly reached out and touched his thigh.

Ethan's thigh trembled when the wound was touched, and Blake quickly took his hand back, which was covered in blood.

"We need to find you a doctor quickly."

Blake turned her head anxiously, but it collided with the bulging bag. She was so angry that she reached out and grabbed a handful.

"What's going on? You still think about this."

"Be gentle, be gentle."

Blake then stood up angrily and supported him.

After calming down, Ethan looked into the freezer, but Blake grabbed his arm.

She shook her head and said reluctantly:

"Don't go in."

"It's okay, I've seen enough up there just now."

Ethan let go of Blake and dragged his legs into the freezer. The shelves inside were filled with objects covered with white cloths.

He looked back at Blake and she nodded silently.

Ethan took a deep breath and then lifted up the white cloth.

The shelves were filled with dismembered limbs, as well as a naked female corpse with pale skin and streaks of bruises on her body, which looked extremely cold under the cold light of the library.

Ethan said nothing, pursed his lips, covered the white cloth, and walked out of the freezer.

Fortunately, he arrived in time, otherwise the same fate would have been waiting for Blake.

"Let's get out of this damn place first."

Blake nodded and helped Ethan walk up the steps.

At this time, she remembered something and quickly asked:

"The little boy I saw last time is really here. Have you seen him?"

"He was probably kidnapped too. We need to find him and leave together."

Ethan paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

"No."

"Have you rescued him yet?" Blake's voice was filled with joy.

"No, I set him free."

After hearing what Ethan said, Blake suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart and asked quickly.

"What do you mean?"

"He is no longer a child. He must have been involved in what you saw in the freezer. It can be seen from the way he looked when he stabbed me."

"The little boy's name is Martin, and the pervert who caught you and locked up is called Gram. He has been living with Martin for the past two years."

"Under the influence of Gram, little Martin's mind became distorted. Like Gram, he no longer regarded people as human beings."

"Suffice it to say, the real Martin died two years ago."

Blake listened to Ethan's story silently, and the two of them came to the place where Ethan and Gram were fighting just now.

Gram's vitality is really tenacious, and his legs are still twitching from time to time.

Ethan smiled softly, that was fine, it was exactly what he wanted, let Gram enjoy the feeling of being tortured and killed.

Blake looked at little Martin lying on the side and released his arm that was supporting Ethan.

She walked forward resolutely alone, bent down to pick up the machete on the ground, and then walked up to Gram.

It's a pity that Gram was hooked in mid-air and the expression on his face could not be seen.

Blake's eyes were filled with anger, he gripped the machete tightly and raised his arm high.

With one stab, the machete penetrated Gram's stomach fiercely. After another violent struggle, Gram stopped moving at all.

Ethan stood still and took a comfortable drag on his cigarette.

Blake came back to support him, and under Ethan's guidance, the two of them walked towards the place where they came in.

When passing by the previous room, Ethan glanced at the blond woman who was hanging. In a trance, he seemed to see that her eyes had been closed, and her face was calm and natural.

As they approached the exit, chaotic footsteps sounded, and the light of several tactical flashlights broke through the darkness of the basement.

Footsteps rushed down the stairs, accompanied by Jonathan's loud shout.

"Blake, are you here? Ethan?"

"I'm here, Uncle Jonathan." Blake shouted when he heard a familiar voice.

Ethan also stopped and leaned against the pillar next to him.

Soon, Jonathan and three town policemen came running looking for the sound.

"Thank God you're okay."

Jonathan hugged Blake with one hand and said excitedly.

The light of the tactical flashlight shone on Ethan. He waved hello to several colleagues, and then clicked to light the cigarette.

Seeing the uniform on Ethan's body, the local town policeman put down his gun, and Ethan put his Glock back into its holster.

The person in front took a few steps forward, and Ethan looked at the police badge on his chest and asked.

"Sheriff?"

The sergeant in charge nodded, "Which police station are you from?"

"Banshee Town Police Department."

The Sheriff glanced at him "Is your Sheriff Leo okay?"