The slender stepmother heard the desperate screams of the two men and smiled with pleasure on her face.

That's right, she is Arnold's third wife, Ella, and the great puppeteer Marie. Shaw.

Marie. Xiao felt that he claimed to be great, without any boasting.

At the beginning of her death, she was still full of resentment and insisted on using the bloodiest methods to treat those who had wronged her. But now, she has long since broken away from this low-level taste, and then promoted to the pursuit of art.

Her lifelong dream is to make the perfect puppet.

In the past, the flesh was mortal, and the laws and morals of the world did not dare to act rashly, but now it is a resentful soul anyway, and it can be done freely.

So she kept killing people, experimenting with fresh corpses, and at first she could only make dry corpse puppets like Mike that would rot, and then she slowly became more comfortable with it, changing her tricks to make classical hand-held puppets like Arnold, old servants and puppets like Henry who could move freely under manipulation like real people, and even began to play the art of demons - manipulating people's hearts.

Jamie and Edward seem to be gradually deepening their consciousness and looking for clues to investigate the case, but in fact, there has always been an invisible hand behind them, using all kinds of true and false information to firmly control their every action.

But it's just two breathing puppets.

It's not until they've finally had enough of playing that they run away in fear, and then tell them an even more terrifying truth.

Inside and outside the door, it's not a person.

Marie. Xiao happily raised her hand and swiped her cheek, the texture of her fingers touching her young, tight skin made her even more proud. I have to say that in her works, the closest thing to a perfect puppet is this wonderful body.

A little over a year ago, Ella and Arnold met in Europe, strolling together in the warm Barcelona sun, writhing flamenco to the beats of street performers, and finally sitting side by side on the steps of Rome's Piazza di Spagna, eating the same vanilla-flavored ice cream.

In the eyes of the young Ella, Arnold was elegant and mature, but also enthusiastic and energetic, and just a month after returning home, they were married in a chapel on another trip together.

After marriage, it was already called Ella. With a beautiful vision of the future, Arsen's young woman returns to the remote mansion with her husband.

On the day he returned home, Arnold hit her for the first time because she had casually entered his study.

This kind of thing, with the first time, often has many more times.

Walking sticks, brass bottles, shotgun stocks, golf clubs, thick-ridged hardcover...... Arnold never sticks to formality, using everything he can pick up at hand, and tirelessly makes his third beautiful wife scarred.

Ella escaped, and she even found the gap in the western wall of the manor, but each time, she was dragged by her long hair like a wild dog by Richard, who was armed with a shotgun, back to her husband, who had rolled up his cuffs.

Until Ella found out she was pregnant, a new life was sprouting and growing in her womb, and this wonderful feeling made her let go of all her dignity.

She knelt before Arnold, resting her forehead against his shiny handmade leather shoes, begging for mercy.

Arnold was also very happy, touched her head and said that he would never do anything to her again.

A week later, Ella, who was only eight weeks pregnant, was knocked down the stairs by a brutal slap from her husband, leaving a ground of blood beneath her.

After a brief recuperation at the town's hospital, Ella was taken home by Richard a few days later, and her sparkling eyes were no longer dead.

She cries out in her heart every day for the demons of hell, willing to use her soul as a bargaining chip in exchange for a curse on her husband and the Arsen family.

Probably because they didn't burn incense, the demons in hell have not been in the service area.

Luckily, not all demons stay in hell, and on a thunderstormy night, a black crow flew into her room.

The two lifeless eyes met for only a few seconds before they understood.

I checked my eyes and met the right person.

From then on, her name was Ella, and her name was Marie. Shaw.

……

The sluggish old servant Richard had already tightly clamped Edward, and although he had lost some weight due to the large hole in his chest and abdomen, there was no interference from the pain nerves that allowed him to burst out with more strength than he had before he died, despite the damage to his muscles and bones.

Edward had closed his mouth and writhed hard, the green veins on his forehead bulging high.

Ella walked from the other end of the table, picked up a silver knife from the table as she passed, and swiped her delicate fingers lightly.

It's just a knife for cutting steaks, it's not very sharp, and you can't cut through the skin without much force.

However, wouldn't it be more interesting to cut meat with a blunt knife?

At the doorway, old Henry had already raised his shovel with both hands, still maintaining a posture with his mouth open, and was about to knock it down.

Jamie was still shocked by the fact that his wife had a child, and he was teary-eyed and did not dodge.

At the moment when the shovel was struck, suddenly, a black crow came out from behind, and at this critical moment, it dared not to test whether the corpse puppet had a hand to retract its hand, but quickly caught the hands holding the handle of the shovel in the air, and hit it directly.

The shovel was swept away by the lateral force, grazing Jamie's shoulder and slamming against the doorframe.

Henry swung at the raven with one hand, and slashed horizontally with a shovel in the other.

The crow rounded the chased's palm and slammed into the shovel's hand again.

And Jamie also came back to his senses in this series of changes, and quickly retreated, narrowing the distance between him and Henry.

Inside the room, Ella's unhurried pace suddenly accelerated.

Because she saw a white-faced figure in Edward's pocket suddenly pop out of his pocket, and jumped on Edward's shoulder with a few jumps, and then slid down the neckline of Richard next to him.

Richard was so focused on holding Edward that he didn't pay any attention to the villain's lewd behavior.

He may have forgotten that all of his upper body tissues were basically hollowed out, and only a complete skeleton was left as support.

Suddenly, Richard's waist suddenly folded to the right, and the whole person took on an inhuman twisted posture, and Edward was also dragged to the ground.

Only a few more muffled sounds were heard in Richard's body cavity, and then his head and hands lost strength and fell to the ground.

Edward flickered and dodged Ella's silver blade.

At the gate of the manor, a figure kicked open the iron door and stepped onto the lawn.

On the shoulders of the figure, there is a smiling seventeen.