Chapter 410 The deformed Annabelle (3)
What is certain now is that the maid's body under the bed should be the maid who once took care of Ann Labelle.
Moreover, the death of the maid definitely has a lot to do with the weirdness of Annabelle.
This scene also indirectly reminded Yan Junze that although it seems that Annabelle is just a little weird at the moment, it seems that the danger is not very high, but don't forget, this task is "fearful (high.
Once Annabelle violently kills people, he must be prepared.
Although I have a black spirit umbrella for self-defense, if I really want to kill Anlabelle, the black spirit umbrella may be damaged. Whether the task can be completed is the next thing. Get rid of the weirdness.
Of course, it would be best if the Buddhist system can successfully eliminate spirits.
Feeling the coldness coming from the corpse of the maid beside him, Yan Junze didn't want to get close to her anymore, because the maid's whole body was sticky, which reminded him of the bowl of viscous medicine that he fed to Annabelle just now.
"Don't tell me, the corpse is a medicine primer." Yan Junze muttered softly.
At this time, his feet were also retracted under the bed. There was no way, most of his body got in, and he always felt that his feet were exposed outside, which made people feel a little uneasy.
I carefully illuminated the maid with a flashlight. Her figure was quite plump, but it had already begun to rot. Her dull eyes seemed to be facing a certain direction outside the bed.
Yan Junze raised his head and looked in that direction, and found a large cabinet over there with exquisite patterns on the surface, but the door of the cabinet seemed to be ajar at the moment.
Yan Junze was not sure whether the cabinet door was closed tightly. Although there was light from the bedside lamp, the light over there was too dim to see clearly.
Looked at the empty gaze of the maid, then looked in the direction of the big cabinet, looked down at the maid again, and then looked up at the cabinet.
Yan Junze said to himself: "Do you want me to go to the cabinet? Or remind me that there is something in the cabinet?"
People in this world may not all become weird after death, but weird phenomena will occur, such as corpses that have been dead for a long time will reach out and grab people, and they will issue some kind of silent guidance.
Yan Junze feels that he is in this situation now.
He didn't hesitate, and in fact he didn't want to stay in the wet place under the bed any longer, but crawled out from under the bed from the direction he came in.
Squat up first, and then stand up.
Looking at the bed, Yan Junze was taken aback for a moment, and found that there was no one on the bed. Not only was Annabelle gone, but even the blanket she was covering was gone.
Only white sheets.
"What about people? No, what about weirdness?" Yan Junze wondered.
His flashlight did not turn off, and immediately shone around the room, deliberately avoiding the direction of the window during the period, in order to prevent the light of the flashlight from being discovered outside, or violating the conditions for the appearance of Morrison, the **** of death.
The light of the flashlight stayed for a while under the table, on both sides of the sofa, in the corner of the room, etc., but there was no sign of Annabelle.
She is only wearing a white nightdress now, and she may have a blanket on her body. I don't know what she is doing, but if she is still in the house, it should be easy to find.
Thinking of this, Yan Junze immediately looked at the door leading to the corridor from the room. The door was closed and no one came out.
"Still in the house."
Yan Junze fixed his eyes on the large cabinet door where the maid's corpse had been staring at just now, and walked over with a flashlight.
Come to the cabinet door and confirm that the cabinet door is ajar, and it will open as soon as you pull it.
Yan Junze held his breath, did not take out the black spirit umbrella, but held the flashlight in his left hand, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the edge of the wardrobe door, and gently pulled it out.
Before the cabinet door was fully opened, he saw a blanket hanging from the cabinet door, blocking the space inside, and this blanket was very familiar, it was the one that was still covering Annabelle on the bed just now.
This shows that Annabelle is very likely to be in this big cabinet.
Yan Junze couldn't help but his heartbeat began to speed up, he stretched out his hand and slowly grabbed a corner of the blanket, and opened it.
In fact, before it was fully opened, he had already seen the scene inside the cabinet, and immediately couldn't help but feel a churn in his stomach.
The moment the blanket was lifted, the scene that caught the eye was a mass of broken limbs, and it was impossible to tell how many corpses there were. Anyway, the corpses were piled up together, and they were completely indistinguishable from each other.
Whether it is the main torso of the corpse, or the arms and thighs, every part is covered by a thick layer of suspension.
The corpses didn't bleed out a bit of blood, and didn't emit any peculiar smell. They were exactly the same as the corpses of the maids under the bed, except that although these corpses were dressed in servant clothes, they seemed to be more miserable than the one under the bed.
Yan Junze only took a cursory glance, and he probably saw four broken heads, which were hollow.
Ann Labelle was sitting among these wreckages. The accumulated severed limbs had covered her from the chest down. There was still juice dripping from her split mouth. She didn't know what she had just done.
In fact, with Annabelle's appearance, if she was sitting motionless among these corpses, Yan Junze would not even suspect that she was alive.
In other words, Annabelle looks more like a dead man than some corpses.
Originally, from the outside, the cabinet was already big enough, but after seeing all the scenes inside, Yan Junze realized that the space inside the cabinet was ridiculously large.
I am afraid that there are no fewer than eight corpses piled up, and what other soaked suspensions are all wrapped around the corpses and have not flowed out of the cabinet.
Anlabelle raised her head and looked at Yan Junze.
Yan Junze didn't shine the flashlight directly into her eyes, otherwise it might make her angry, but the flashlight shone on the crowded corpses beside Annabelle.
If he hadn't experienced too many horrible scenes before, Yan Junze dared to believe that at this moment, after seeing Anlabelle sitting among so many broken limbs, he might have fainted from fright, or had fled directly.
Although his heart was beating like a drum, he still forced himself to calm down, calm down, calm down again, try to breathe as smoothly as possible, and stare at Annabelle with less flustered eyes.
Anlabelle stretched out her right hand from the pile of corpses, and spread out five slender and strangely curved fingers towards Yan Junze.
"My medicine?"
None of her fingers looked normal, and all of them were deformed, like curved branches.
Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the bowl of medicine was on the bedside table. At this moment, Annabelle obviously wanted his own medicine.
He nodded slightly: "Please...please wait a moment, I'll bring it right away."
Exhaling lightly, Yan Junze turned and walked towards the bedside table.
Anlabelle just looked at him with spread hands, and stopped talking, as if the whole person had lost the breath of life.
Of course, these servants have now safely stayed in this big cabinet, quietly accompanying Ann Labelle.
In fact, there are still some dead servants who have been cleared out by Anlabel because they lost the efficacy of the medicine.
As for where it is buried, it is unknown.
Yan Junze's reaction was only slightly panicked, and he soon stabilized. Ann Labelle liked his appearance very much, and now she looked at Yan Junze with admiration.
After going to the bedside table to bring the bowl of medicine over, Yan Junze calmly handed the medicine to Annabelle who was waiting with her hands spread out.
Annabelle took it, grabbed the metal spoon inside the bowl with her crooked fingers, and then moved the bowl to a broken head. The spoon reached in, scooped up a spoonful of the thick yellow juice, and poured it into the bowl , slowly repeating this action.
Seeing that the viscous thing came out of here, Yan Junze started to feel uncomfortable again, mainly because he remembered the scene where Ann Labelle wanted to let himself have a bite.
Nima is fortunate that he didn't listen to this strange woman. If he ate that bite just to please her, it would be strange if Yan Junze didn't spit out all his intestines right now.
Looking at the situation now, one can almost draw a conclusion that Ann Labelle is not so weird, even though she was born deformed and worthy of sympathy, her subsequent behavior has completely deviated.
In this case, if he wanted to gain her approval and let her feel the comfort of her soul, Comrade Xiaoyan immediately felt like Alexander.
It can even be said that Yan Junze has naturally rejected and resented Annabelle from the heart.
Killing so many servants, and using their bodies to make some kind of medicine, and taking it every day, this kind of behavior can directly put a "murderous" label on Annabelle's forehead.
It is impossible for her family members to know that Anna Labelle did this. If this is the case, her family may have acquiesced, and even provided her with convenience or cover.
Didn't Ann Labelle find out that this is the most direct evidence that her family cares about her? It's all like this, and her soul still can't get comfort?
"It won't be that I do some cruel things that go against my conscience, so that she can comfort her soul and relieve her pain! I can't do that."
Yan Junze speculated secretly, looking at the scene illuminated by the flashlight, the small metal bowl would soon be full.
Ann Labelle stopped moving at this moment, put the spoon in the bowl, and the metal bowl was handed out again.
Yan Junze reached out to take it, and his hands were inevitably stained with some yellow juice.
He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, returned to the bedside table, took a clean towel to wipe off the juice around the small bowl, opened the drawer of the bedside table, put the metal bowl in, and then closed the drawer.
Holding a white towel, he wiped his hands again.
During this process, Annabelle crawled out from the pile of corpses, making the sound of liquid squeezing and rubbing, and then she took off the blanket hanging in front of the cabinet door, and put it on again.
Yan Junze turned his head to look, and in the dim darkness, he saw that Annabelle was only about the height of a six-year-old child, most of her body was hidden under the blanket, and she climbed to the window, using both hands and feet to climb up.
The white bed sheet was already filthy, but you can know that it will be renewed tomorrow at the most.
The door of the big cabinet was not closed. After lying on the bed, Annabelle stretched out a skinny arm, pointed to the direction under the bed, and looked at the open cabinet.
Yan Junze understood that she wanted herself to get the corpse of the maid under the bed into the cabinet and stay with her little friends.
Looking at Annabelle's face, the woman's lips squirmed. She should have eaten again in the cabinet just now, and her belly under the blanket seemed to be slightly bulging.
At this moment, Yan Junze's dislike for her has risen again, but when he thinks of the mission completion reminder, he bears it down and secretly thinks that the mission will be completed later, and then see if this woman will become better because of it. If she is so cruel, then use the Black Spirit Umbrella to kill her directly.
Even if it will damage the black spirit umbrella, it is worth it, it is a good deed.
After a little hesitation, he bent under the bed and dragged out the maid's body. A thick suspension soon appeared on the floor, leaving a trail of dragging that stretched all the way to the door of the large cabinet.
After exhausting all his efforts, he put the female corpse into the cabinet, making the pile of corpses a little higher. The nausea and irritability in his heart made Yan Junze not want to watch this scene anymore, so he turned his head and closed the cabinet door.
Back to the bedside table, picked up a clean towel again, wiped his hands vigorously, and prepared to find a chance to wash his hands thoroughly after the task was completed.
I don’t know how long it’s been, but it should be around three or four in the morning. Let’s wait for a while, try to satisfy Annabelle first.
Seeing that Yan Junze had done a good job following her instructions, Ann Labelle seemed to feel a little more relaxed. She stretched out her hand to the edge of the bed, and then looked at Yan Junze.
Yan Junze knew what she meant, sighed softly in his heart, stretched out his right hand, and took Annabelle's thin, crooked palm.
Anlabelle withdrew her gaze and didn't express anything, just let Yan Junze hold it, as if she felt very stable in her heart.
In her opinion, Aunt Mei's descendants are indeed more reliable, and the servants recognized by the family are the most loyal, and they can execute everything accurately without any doubts.
There was a coldness in Yan Junze's hand, although it was not very cold, and there was a little warmth, but the knuckles of Annabelle's fingers were very hard, like steel.
A human being born with a weird physique? !
Holding Annabelle's hand, Yan Junze came up with this idea unconsciously.
If it was purely weird, there would be no temperature on Ann Labelle's hands at this moment, but the temperature at this moment shows that there is a part of Ann Labelle, perhaps still human.
A "deformed" human being.
Time passed by, and the disgusting scene just now was still lingering in my mind, but after resting for a while, Yan Junze felt a little better.
It's just that Ann Labelle has been holding her hand, and it seems that she won't let go in a short time.
But after thinking about it, maybe this is the spiritual comfort she wanted? But it seems that this is too simple. If she can release her obsession by holding hands until dawn, this is not the level of "panicked (high.
Anlabelle was motionless at this moment, as if she had fallen asleep.
Yan Junze had the idea of letting go of her hand, but he denied it as soon as the idea came up.
Don't offend this woman.
I don't know how long it took, but Yan Junze felt a burst of tiredness at this time, and he couldn't open his eyes, but when he thought of the corpses piled up in the big cabinet opposite, the drowsiness disappeared instantly.
Almost two hours should have passed.
He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window. There might be a white belly in the sky in an hour.
At this time, the palm of Anlabelle who was holding him moved slightly, Yan Junze looked away, cast his eyes on the bed, and saw that Anlabelle turned over, maybe he just wanted to change his sleeping position.
But then Yan Junze stared blankly, and stopped on Annabelle's stomach. At this moment, she had changed from lying on her side to lying on her back, and her belly under the blanket protruded high, as if...a woman who was pregnant in October!
Yan Junze looked at this scene in surprise, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "This... is it eating too much? Or is she pregnant?"
Immediately, a horrified look appeared on his face: "Fucking ruthless, a 100-year-old weird old woman is really going to conceive. Whose child is this?!"
(end of this chapter)