Chapter 69

It is necessary to emphasize here that you should never try to jump down from the second and third floors unless you reach the most dangerous moment of extreme danger, great urgency and earth collapse.

The second and third floors don't sound high and don't look high, but jumping off the second and third floors rashly leads to deaths and injuries everywhere.

If you are faced with a situation where you have to jump, you'd better also need a rope, or there is a soft object under it.

Unless you have the same physique as Sharon.

Or... Like Jamie, hit two corpse puppets. Just sit the two mummy puppets to pieces, and Jamie is nothing.

But looking at the other mummy puppets around, Jamie may not have nothing wrong.

Fortunately, at this time, Sharon fell from the sky and waved two chair legs to break up the surrounding corpse puppets. Then he grabbed Jamie and killed him out of the crowd.

"Get in my car?"

"Fart, get in my car!"

Jamie couldn't refuse at all. Sharon stuffed him directly into the co driver's seat of his car. Then slide over the front hood and get into the car.

There's no way. Tina can't control the car without inserting the car key. But in any case, Sharon won't leave the car keys in the car.

Quickly insert the car key, and the engine roars immediately. Without Sharon's control, the sports car automatically shifts into reverse, reverses, bumps into the incoming crowd, then shifts into the front gear, enters the 100 meter speed within 2.6 seconds, and roars away.

"Too fast, too fast!"

Jamie clung to the handrail and screamed bitterly.

Sharon had no good way: "stop howling and let me see what you found."

Looking at the self driving car, Jamie turned pale, hurriedly handed the heavy black book in her arms to Sharon, and then quickly fastened her seat belt.

"What is this?"

"Photo album!"

Looking at Sharon's suspicious eyes, Jamie quickly explained, "it's not an ordinary photo album. You can open it and see."

Sharon took a deep breath and slowly opened the first page of the album.

***

140 years, the end of the civil war.

Farravens, a very remote and backward Town, did not suffer much from the twists and turns of the war. In addition to donating a sum of money to the north and the south respectively, the life of the town residents can live as they should.

However, it seemed that the peaceful life that would not change in another 100 years was completely broken with the arrival of a woman puppet teacher named Mary Shaw.

***

"This is my brother, this is my father..."

Jamie's lips trembled slightly and explained by pointing to the photos in the album.

"And this woman, although I can't remember her appearance, the name noted from the photo should be my mother..."

Jamie couldn't help it anymore. Big tears poured out.

Sharon's face is also very ugly, because the album is not a simple portrait, but a picture of people made into dolls.

Looking at the lifelike, but pale, red lipped and well-dressed dolls, even if they kill without blinking an eye, Sharon is a little disgusted.

The thick photo album contains at least hundreds of photos according to rough calculation. In other words, there are at least hundreds of the dead.

This album is also some years old, because on the first few album pages, what is adhered is not photos, but portraits, indicating that there was no camera at that time, or it had not begun to be popularized.

"Mary Shaw did it all?"

"Absolutely," said Jamie, gnashing her teeth. "Look at the first page of the album. It's that strange nursery rhyme. On the last page is a portrait of Mary Shaw when she was burned to death and the location of the body's burial. "

Sharon shook his head: "this just shows that this album is not Mary Shaw's. maybe Mary Shaw did all that in those years, but now these things should be the good deeds of your stepmother, Ella."

"Why?" Jamie said bitterly, "no injustice, no hatred. Why did she do such a thing?"

"Or Mary Shaw's descendants, or her admirers."

Sharon didn't say a word. There is another possibility that Ella may have been possessed by Mary Shaw.

Or she's Mary Shaw herself!

"But in either case, she has a problem leaving this album." Sharon looked at Jamie quietly. "She's guiding you to dig into Mary Shaw's past."

Jamie was confused: "where did you see it?"

"It's easy, whether she tells you a nursery rhyme about Mary Shaw through your father's mouth. Or deliberately leave this album to let you know what Mary Shaw did. It's all about finding Mary Shaw's grave. "

Sharon closed the album and said in a deep voice, "this is Yang Mou. She killed your wife to lure you home. And she left this album to force you to follow the path she laid. "

"Why?"

Sharon shook her head.

Jamie took a deep breath, nodded and said, "well, I'll see what secrets are hidden in Mary Shaw's grave."

"More likely, there is a terrible trap waiting for us to step in."

Sharon took over the driving right with a cold face. Guided by the map left by the photo album, he drove along the rugged dirt road for a long time before stopping in front of a lake.

"It should be here." Sharon stood by the lake, looking at the hazy building hidden in the mist in the distance, frowned and said, "is that Mary Shaw's grave?"

"There's a dock and a boat here," Jamie murmured. "Let's row over and have a look."

"Even the boat is ready for us. It's very considerate."

Sharon shook her head with a sneer.

This time he brought all his weapons and equipment, and even tied a machete to his calf, just to prepare for close combat.

When everything was ready, Sharon and Jamie got on the boat and rowed carefully across the lake.

At this time, the sun has set, and the white fog is rising on the lake. Even if Sharon turns on the strong light flashlight, it can't illuminate a long distance.

I don't know how long it took, maybe five or six minutes, but maybe half an hour. A pier that was obviously in disrepair appeared in front of Sharon.

Sharon jumped up first and made sure that the surroundings were safe before he brought Jamila up. Then Jamie is in charge of lighting. Sharon is holding a gun. They walk inside slowly one by one.

When they walked through the dock and came to the building hidden in the fog, Sharon and Jamie saw that it was a tall and dilapidated Western-style theater.

The wooden walls were full of holes, perhaps because they were built on the water. They were all wet and covered with moss.

Looking at the dark gate of the theater in front of me, it was like a monster hiding in the dark and spraying blood. Jamie swallowed his saliva nervously and looked back at Sharon. Seeing that Sharon nodded, he trembled and walked in.