Chapter 78 Smashed to pieces
It turned out that the doll was back.
The rattling sound, like teeth clicking, should be caused by its ceramic joints scraping against each other.
After knowing that it was not something strange, Lu Jiamu opened his eyes hazily and asked nonchalantly: "What's wrong?"
Batty was still shaking him hard: "Lu, wake up! The doll is back!"
Lu Jiamu put on his glasses and followed the direction of her finger and saw the ceramic doll placed on the bedside.
The other three people in the room were also awakened by Batty's shouting, and they all looked towards the head of their bed.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw that weird big mouth that looked like it was scribbled with ketchup, which was terrifying.
Under the gaze of many people, the ceramic doll became quiet.
Seeing Batti's eyes widen, Lu Jiamu immediately reached out and patted her to comfort her, and said vaguely: "Don't be afraid... Maybe the housekeeper cherishes things and saw the doll you threw away, so he picked it up for you."
"Really?" Buddy asked. "But I buried the doll."
Lu Jiamu began to fool her: "Maybe the housekeeper found that someone had buried something in the ground and dug it out again."
"But I saw you locked the door last night."
"The butler may have the key to every room."
Batty still didn't believe it, but he had calmed down a lot. After thinking for a while, he repeated, "Lu, the doll came back by itself. The doll is talking to me again, Lu, did you hear it?"
Lu Jiamu didn't hear it. The ugly doll was just quietly placed there in his sight.
"What did the doll say to you?"
"It said that Dad and Mom were having a conflict and were arguing, and that they were both dead," Batty said softly. "It told me to go to the cellar quickly, or I would regret it."
"Don't listen to it." Seeing this, Lu Jiamu suggested, "Since the doll has started talking nonsense again, why don't we go outside and smash the doll while it's still early? By smashing the doll, Batty can overcome his fear."
Thinking that the strange doll might be smashed into pieces and then pieced itself back together, the scene becomes even more eerie.
Lu Jiamu added: "Then put it in the fire, burn it into ashes and scatter it, okay?"
Dark red liquid flowed from the corners of the doll's crudely painted eyes.
Batty immediately looked at Lu Jiamu nervously: "Lu, what's wrong with the doll? Why are there strange things flowing out of its eyes?"
"The baby is crying." Lu Jiamu jumped down from the bed. "It's all because of its nonsense just now that scared Batty. Let's go quickly."
Batti hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the doll under Lu Jiamu's encouraging gaze.
Lu Jiamu went to find the toolbox and took out a sledgehammer and a hose, then took Batty out of the villa and found a secluded corner.
As an outsider in this family, he could neither discard the doll nor damage it at will, otherwise it would immediately attract the attention of the housekeeper, who would ask him to pay equivalent compensation.
So Lu Jiamu carried Batty to a high place and said, "Since Batty is afraid of the doll, let Batty smash the doll himself."
Batty looked down at him, hesitating and not daring to make a move.
Lu Jiamu raised his hands, made a grasping motion in the air, and turned his head to look at Batty: "Come on, imitate my movements and lift the doll up."
Although Batti didn't dare to destroy a doll that frightened her, she could still imitate other people's actions.
Batty looked at him and held up the doll.
Lu Jiamu made another quick downward motion: "Then throw it down."
Batty followed him and smashed the doll to the ground. Because Batty was standing too high and the ground was cement, the doll cracked when it hit the ground.
Lu Jiamu picked up the doll and handed it back to Batty: "Battie, do it again."
Batty had gained courage from the last time he threw the doll. This time, he smashed the doll to the ground without hesitation, and the doll broke into pieces.
As the porcelain broke, Lu Jiamu heard mournful and vicious curses coming from the hole.
Batty said timidly: "The doll... is talking to me..."
Lu Jiamu pretended not to hear and carried Batty down from the height: "Really? It looks like the doll needs to be broken into smaller pieces so that it won't scare Batty anymore."
He handed the sledgehammer to Batty again, "Use this to break it up a little so it will be easier to burn later."
Batty took the hammer doubtfully, and Lu Jiamu immediately turned around and sneaked into the garage of the manor, trying to steal gasoline with a hose.
In this regard, the world was unexpectedly reasonable. Lu Jiamu quickly succeeded in stealing a bowl of gasoline, and then took it back to collect dead branches and leaves to prepare for a fire.
Over there Batty held the hammer for a moment, feeling terrified at the curses and incitements of the doll.
But Lu Jiamu had already left and no one knew where he went. In the end, she was worried that the other party would feel that she was too useless, so she raised the hammer.
And Lu said, if it is smashed, it will definitely stop talking. The more you fear something, the more you must defeat it by smashing it.
When Lu Jiamu came back, Batty had already smashed the ceramic doll several times.
He waited patiently by the side, and instructed Batty to smash a few pieces of porcelain that looked somewhat intact, cover them with dead branches and leaves, and pour a bowl of gasoline on them.
Then he lit a match and handed it to Batty with a smile: "This time the doll will definitely not come back to talk again."
Barty raised his little hand and threw the matches into the small pile.
When the match met gasoline, flames shot up into the sky. Lu Jiamu immediately picked up Batty and ran away, watching the flames from a distance.
Judging from the momentum, the fragments of the ceramic doll would be burned to ashes in a few seconds.
After watching for a while and seeing nothing running out, he picked up Batty and prepared to evacuate: "The doll is gone, but the fire will burn for a while longer. Batty, go back first, don't let mom and the housekeeper find out that you sneaked out."
After entering the villa and putting Batty on the stairs, Batty looked back reluctantly: "Lu, the baby won't come back, right?"
Lu Jiamu smiled and waved his hand: "Of course not, I will go and take a look later."
Batty was relieved.
After seeing Batty off, Lu Jiamu waited for a moment, took a broom and dustpan, and walked out of the villa, returning to the place where he had just burned the doll. The flames that had just exploded were almost extinguished.
Lu Jiamu leaned over to check and saw that only some black ash was left. But the sinister newspaper curses were still floating in the air.
The so-called grinding bones and scattering ashes means, of course, the whole process must be done.
He ignored the scolding, carefully gathered the black ash with a broom, swept it into a dustpan, and walked away from the villa, scattering it along the way.
When he returned, Yu Leng saw that he had spent so much time, so he asked, "How effective is the physical exorcism method?"
Lu Jiamu nodded: "The effect is not bad. I probably won't be able to come back."
Yu Leng leaned over and glanced behind him again.
Before, Batty insisted on staying in their room, which made them afraid to communicate privately and they kept what they were thinking all night.
Seeing Batty finally leave, Yu Leng immediately asked: "Cell, what's going on?"
Lu Jiamu walked back to the bed and sat down, pointing in a direction: "At the end of the corridor, there is a room with a secret door, but it was sealed and I didn't go in to see."
"Is there anything unusual?"
"Yes, there seems to be something underneath."
The last personal servant wanted to join in the conversation, but Wang Biao interrupted them: "Don't try to explore. We didn't come here to find out what's here."
The personal servant didn't understand, but the other two knew what he meant.
The truth about the manor is not important. What is important is that as long as they can maintain the status quo and let them survive for less than two days, they can leave.
Lu Jiamu had no desire to explore, so he smiled when he heard it, took off his coat, and lay down on his side, ready to rest for a while while it was still early.
Yu Leng suppressed his curiosity and stopped asking random questions.
After a few people spent the last bit of time together, they got up and woke up the people in another room, ready to start preparing breakfast early.
Arriving at the cold storage, the cook girl held the key in her hand and stood outside the door, hesitating even more nervously, then turned her attention to other people.
The last time she locked the door, she saw mice inside. She wondered if the mice had continued to steal the meat in the cold storage after they left, or if they were still inside now.
Coleman nodded to indicate that he was ready: "Open the door."
The cook girl swallowed and slowly unlocked the door.
Several people immediately picked up kitchen knives and rushed in without any delay.
This time, as soon as they entered, they heard crunching sounds of chewing in the cold storage.
The rats have appeared.
Lu Jiamu and Wang Biao immediately ran in the opposite direction to catch the mouse, just like they did yesterday. But today's mouse was more agile and reacted faster than yesterday's.
Moreover, before they caught any, other figures with their backs to them appeared in their sight.
They were like a game of whack-a-mole with increased difficulty, constantly poking their heads out of the cold storage, appearing more and more frequently, until the two people could no longer catch them.
Seeing this, Coleman had to stop chopping meat and focus on catching mice in order to prevent the mice from eating up everything in the warehouse.
The other people present were not very strong in combat and it was difficult for them to catch the mouse quickly. But without her help, the progress of chopping meat became even slower.
The cook girl knew that something was eating her meat, and she began to cry in despair, chopping as she cried.
This time it took them twice as long as yesterday before they managed to prepare the ingredients, put them on the cart and ran out.
Seeing that they were ready, the three people who were catching mice stopped and ran out with them.
At this time, there was very little meat left in the cold storage.
When the cook girl turned around to lock the door, she saw that because no one was catching mice anymore, nearly ten people with their backs to them had appeared in the cold storage.
The cook girl's eyelids twitched, her heart sank, and her hands trembled so much that the key dropped to the ground.
They...they are all eating meat...
But anyway, the meal is ready.
The cook girl tried to calm down, picked up the key from the ground and locked the door again.
The moment she closed the door completely, she saw the rats' skinny black hands in the cold storage reaching for the last piece of meat.
The cold storage door was closed and the situation inside was no longer known.
The cook girl pushed the cart back to the kitchen anxiously and began to prepare breakfast for her employer's family.
Although she had her concerns, she still prepared the food before the designated breakfast time and asked several people to serve the dishes in turn when the employer's family was about to start eating.
But in the past few days, the butler who was supposed to stand quietly by the side suddenly walked into the kitchen after they finished serving the dishes: "I always feel that the portion of food you prepared today is less than yesterday?"
The chef girl immediately shook her head: "No, Mr. Butler, we prepare everything according to the menu."
"Really?" The butler's featureless face showed no emotion, and he spoke in a businesslike tone, "How is the food supply at the manor?"
The cook girl broke out in a cold sweat and said guiltily, "Of course it's okay..."
The butler raised a hand gracefully: "Where's the key? I need to check the cold storage."
It must have known the situation in the cold storage, which is why it asked this question on purpose.
Coleman immediately said, "Mr. Butler, no need to check."
The butler turned his head reservedly: "Can you guarantee that there is no problem with the ingredients in the manor?"
She couldn't promise, because they all knew that the meat in the cold storage had been eaten by rats. If they asked her to promise now, they probably just wanted to kill her at the same time.
Coleman shut up.
The housekeeper asked again: "Where is the key?"
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