Chapter 93
I opened the photo, Uncle Joe was already tied to a chair, unconscious.
My heart hardened and I said to the driver, “I’ll give you five hundred, just get me to that garment factory!“}
Where I was now was kind of remote, calling another car would definitely waste more time.
The driver hesitated for a moment, then finally made up his mind, slammed the gas and we were off.
But on the way, he kept repeating to me, “Miss, let’s be clear, I’ll only drop you at the front gate. I won’t take a single step further in. And if anything happens to you in there, it has nothing to do with me.”
I was anxious and could only nod helplessly again and again.
As soon as we reached the gate of the factory and he dropped me off, the driver sped off like he’d seen a ghost.
I carried my grandmother’s ashes and the things Regina had left in the folder, I carefully entered the garment factory and found the
entrance to the basement.
The hallway led to the basement was lined with photos of young women, with dates written on them. The most recent photo was of me and next to it was one of Agnes, with a red X marked over it.}
While I stood there stunned, a man in a white lab coat suddenly appeared at the end of the hallway.
His back was to me and he said in a cold, eerie voice, “Selina, you’re late.“@
I clenched my fists and replied coldly, “Drew, how long are you going to keep pretending? Or should I call you Dawson instead?“}]
His figure stiffened for a moment, then he slowly turned around, peeled a mask off his face and smiled, “Looks like you have figured it out. Then let’s speak plainly.“}
After pulling off the mask, I finally saw the real face of Drew, or rather, Dawson.
Even though he switched bodies every ten years, you could tell from his eyes that he was an old man. The thought that I had once kissed and hugged this man made me feel sick.}
Then I saw two people lying on the operating tables, one was Uncle Joe and the other was Agnes. Both were unconscious.
In the corner, there was a creature, half human, half pig. That … that must be Dawson’s wife? A shiver ran down my spine.
At that moment, Dawson suddenly walked toward me holding a bowl of soup, “You got lucky and escaped last time. This time, you may not be so fortunate.”
“My dear wife, Evelyn, is still waiting for your soul, be good and drink this soup, or don’t blame me for getting rough! As long as you behave, I promise to let those two go…” Dawson kept approaching me step by step and I backed away with every step.
Just then, my phone started vibrating again, it was a voice message from Regina, “Quick, use your grandmother’s ashes to draw the breaking spell! It was your grandmother who suppressed this monster back then. Now, only her ashes can do it!”
Upon hearing the voice, Dawson’s face suddenly changed. “That voice… Regina? Impossible, she jumped to her death. How is this possible…“%
As he spoke, he ripped the black cloth off a shelf, revealed ten skulls preserved in formalin. One of them had Regina’s name written on it.§ Seized the chance, I pulled out the ashes and a talisman, placed them on Uncle Joe and Agnes and started following the ritual from my grandmother’s notes.
Suddenly, the talisman began to glow and the entire basement started shaking.”
When the light hit Dawson, the skin on his face began to peel off, it revealed his aged, decayed true form underneath.
